The water brimmed with spiritual energy. It poured into the black spiritual soil, completely submerging the soil, which had only been slightly damp.
"Mount Cha Holy Water! Could this really be Mount Cha Holy Water?"
True Man Scarlet Tiger cried out.
Daoist Hongyi nodded. "Don't just stand there gawking. While the holy water has just moistened the soil and its nature is wide open, hurry and plant the seedlings."
As he spoke, he waved his hand again, and a row of spiritual seedlings appeared in midair, in all sorts of colors, numbering several thousand.
Daoist Hongyi drew one toward himself through the air and stepped into the field. He slowly planted it, moving so carefully, as if afraid of hurting the seedling, that it took him a full ten breaths to put in just one.
Then the elders each drew a seedling toward themselves and entered the field.
The Inner Sect Disciples also proudly drew their own seedlings and went into the field.
In their eyes, planting the seedlings might well be the real ceremony.
After all, they got so little time to spend with Daoist Hongyi over the course of a year.
Now they had a chance to plant seedlings together, a clear sign that Daoist Hongyi had truly begun to take an interest in them, his Inner Sect Disciples.
Xu Yi thought the same—until he took hold of a seedling and touched it to the water. His opinion changed at once.
This wasn't a show of regard. It was a test.
The moment the seedling touched the water, a powerful force of repulsion hit it. The seedling was light and offered no resistance; if he tried to force it in, it would surely be damaged.
Xu Yi looked up and saw no fluctuations in spiritual power. A thought