A month later, one morning.
Low Hill Courtyard.
Chen Mu returned after inspecting the twenty mu of Yellow Sprout Rice fields.
He squatted beneath the western wall and began tending to the Eggplant Night Grass one plant at a time.
With the experience from last time, fifty-two of the sixty seedlings had been successfully transplanted.
They had already grown as tall as his forearm, their palm-wide emerald leaves broad and plump.
Barring any surprises, this planting would definitely yield a bumper harvest.
After watering them, he casually glanced at the Wushan Six Siblings.
Seeing that they were still peacefully cultivating at home, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Good. At least they're not sticking their noses where they don't belong."
After watching them for over a month, he had unexpectedly discovered that the six supposedly vicious fiends were actually a bunch of cultivation maniacs.
Over the past month, aside from occasionally sparring among themselves and settling a few disputes involving their farmhands, the six had remained cooped up at home cultivating.
"They're almost as hardworking as I am!" Chen Mu curled his lip.
Working so hard—were they trying to ascend to the heavens?
He recalled the Five Ghosts Yin Soul and continued tending to the Eggplant Night Grass.
Neither side bothered the other, and each could cultivate in peace. That suited him perfectly!
At dusk, in the Small Hill Hollow behind Low Hill.
Chen Mu flew close to the ground, whooping and shouting nonsense as he went.
Compared to being shut inside the underground chamber chanting scriptures, using the Void Weaving Technique to glide through the air was his favorite way to grind experience each day.
In just one month, he had already ground the second tier Void Weaving Technique halfway up.
With a fierce