The Start of Spring Wheat had been planted.
A full hundred mu of planting land—in Li Ye's Dwelling Spirit Bamboo, practically every patch of soil had already become the lowest-grade spirit field.
Because of the spiritual energy circulating within the dwelling, it was even somewhat better than ordinary low-grade spirit fields.
That was actually what was normal.
What Spirit Herbalists did was transform soil into spirit fields, not continually buy spirit fields until all the land was filled. The difference between the two was enormous.
After waking up, Li Ye sat at the edge of the fields and gazed into the distance. Whenever he had nothing to do, he changed into comfortable clothes and walked barefoot through the fields.
He walked casually, yet did not step on even a single wheat sprout.
His feet touched the slightly damp earth, sensing the vitality brewing within the soil, about to burst free from the ground, rising and surging.
It was like a foot massage.
The seeds that had yet to sprout and the seedlings that had already emerged were all using this method to convey their joy and impatience to Li Ye.
"Through this Start of Spring Wheat, I can also pour my emotions into the earth."
"Transform this land completely into spirit fields."
Li Ye tried casting without using his hands—his feet were the limbs that touched the earth most often, so he felt that stepping on the ground ought to work as well.
He measured the land with both feet. The state of every inch of earth lay within his perception as spiritual power flowed into the soil.
His expectations, Jianmu's spiritual power, and the Gold Sand Crows flying through the sky with raucous cries.
Everything, everything was nurtured and spread through the earth.
"It really works."
"It just needs