Time flew too swiftly, like a white colt flashing past a crack. Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves swaying in the wind. "Martial Nephew, you entered the sect five years ago, yet you are already at the Eighth Layer of Qi Condensation and possess several mu of First-tier Spiritual Fields. I have overseen the eastern district of Azure Water Lake for decades, and I have never seen a Spirit Farmer as outstanding as you."
He looked at the rolling azure waves, then at the nearby Spirit Field of Talisman Grass that was faintly yellowing. He roughly calculated how many crystals this disciple could earn, and could not help sighing inwardly.
If he had been even half as outstanding as Ji An back then, he would not have wasted so many years before successfully reaching Foundation Establishment.
The most important things during the Qi Condensation Stage were nourishing one's immortal veins and accumulating spiritual power. With sufficient resources, why would one need to waste so much time?
Ji An smiled with restrained pride. "It is all thanks to Martial Uncle's excellent guidance."
This Martial Uncle came by every few months to stroll around, sharing cultivation insights and strange tales. Ji An had benefited greatly and broadened his horizons.
Under his careful cultivation, five mu of Spirit Fields had become Low-grade First-tier Spiritual Fields a year ago, all of them planted with Azure Corn.
Azure Corn matured once every half year. With the dual support of the perfected Minor Cloud and Rain Art and Thick Earth Art, its average yield was thirty percent higher than when Old Huang had planted it, while its maturation time had been reduced by around twenty days.
His entire diet had now