Spirit Herbs Nurture the Fields, Longevity Dao Rhyme Moistens Every Furrow

The southern outskirts of the Hongmeng Great Land held a stretch of fertile soil that extended for dozens of miles. Nestled against mountains and beside water, the area was rich in spiritual energy, yet because no one had tended it for years, weeds had run rampant. After the myriad races' grand gathering came to an end, Shen Hao resolved to cultivate a spirit herb field here, growing the rare spirit herbs brought back from the Hongmeng Secret Realm. It would provide cultivation materials for the Dao Academy disciples while benefiting the people of all races and easing common ailments.

At this moment, the fertile land in the southern outskirts was already packed with people. Shen Hao wore a rough linen short robe with his sleeves rolled up, squatting by the ridge with a hoe carved from Hongmeng Peach Wood in hand as he carefully turned over the soil. His movements were unhurried but exceptionally precise. Every stroke shattered the clods perfectly without harming the spirit veins buried deep underground. The Longevity Dao Rhyme curling around him was like a fine spring rain, slowly seeping into the earth with the rise and fall of his hoe, nourishing the somewhat barren land until it grew ever more fertile.

Zi Xuan followed behind Shen Hao, carrying a bamboo basket filled with plump spirit herb seeds. All of these seeds had been brought back from the secret realm. Their shells glimmered with faint spiritual light, and each one contained remarkable vitality. Her steps were light, as though afraid of damaging the freshly tilled earth. With a serious expression, she occasionally bent down and buried the seeds one by one at the intervals Shen Hao had marked out.

"Brother Hao, how deep should I bury the seeds of this Dew Condensing Grass?" Zi Xuan softly