Ji An cast the Thick Earth Art again, and the seeds sank into the soil one after another.
He changed his hand seals, and white clouds gathered above the spirit field before swiftly spreading outward.
Spiritual rain drifted down without end. Old Huang reached a hand into the rain, and splashes flew like blossoms and jade in his palm as a moist aura seeped from his palm up his forearm.
"This is the Minor Cloud and Rain Art at perfection. I wonder whether I can reach this level in my lifetime."
His voice carried a trace of loneliness. Years of hard labor had long since worn away the ambition he had possessed when he first stepped onto the path of immortality.
"Though the road is long, one will arrive if one keeps walking. Senior Brother's Minor Cloud and Rain Art has been at Great Accomplishment for years. Reaching perfection only requires the patient grinding of water against stone."
Ji An offered a few words of comfort. In his view, if a Spirit Farmer spent ten years or so and still could not cultivate the two highly common spells, the Minor Cloud and Rain Art and the Thick Earth Art, to perfection, then he truly lacked comprehension—at least when it came to Water Element Spells and Earth Element Spells.
Old Huang's Minor Cloud and Rain Art had reached Great Accomplishment long ago. With more time spent polishing it and careful insight during casting, attaining perfection should not be much of a problem.
With that thought, Ji An began explaining his own understanding of the Minor Cloud and Rain Art.
This was his own path and might not suit the other man, but stones from other hills could be used to polish jade. It was still something worth drawing lessons from.
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