The sky was clear, and the sun was out.
This was Zhang Yang's tenth day of farming as part of his daily routine.
He half reclined in a wicker chair, basking in the sunlight and enjoying the gentle breeze. It was the height of comfort.
Not far away stood a number of little saplings, each more than five hundred meters apart.
They were truly tiny saplings, barely ten centimeters tall. They were tender green, with a sprout smaller than a soybean perched on top. That yellow-green, tender look was enough to make one drool.
Yes, this was a serious problem.
The most important part of Zhang Yang's daily farming was restraining his appetite. He was genuinely afraid that he might accidentally pinch off one of the sprouts, take it back, dip it in chili sauce, and eat it.
How terrifying!
So, from this perspective, the True Realm Seed and True Realm Fruit were truly extraordinary.
"Hmm, the sun's already nine chi high. Time to water and loosen the soil."
Zhang Yang sprang up from the wicker chair, a large teapot in his left hand and a golden hoe in his right. Don't be fooled by how rustic these things looked—they were actually extremely expensive to make. The large teapot had been crafted in the Space Workshop, consuming five Space Fragments, while the hoe had been crafted in the Time Workshop, consuming six Time Fragments.
In short, the large teapot was filled with the spiritual liquid of a small lake, exchanged through the Immortal Cultivation Law. It was incomparably precious.
As for the golden hoe, it could break up the clumps of law gathered beside the saplings, allowing them to grow more robustly.
"Smack!"
The golden hoe struck down beside a sapling, and ripples immediately spread through the air. Zhang Yang