Cultivating a medicinal herb garden in a desert with such thin spiritual energy was quite troublesome.
First, they had to find a place where time flowed faster, then guide the surrounding spiritual energy there to nourish the land. Someone had to watch over it at all times to make sure nothing went wrong.
Once the spirit herbs matured under the accelerated flow of time, they had to be harvested immediately. They could not even go in personally to pick them, since everything consumed true essence.
The key was that spiritual energy here was so sparse that recovering true essence was troublesome as well.
So this kind of hard labor was truly not easy.
Tang Yu had specifically left the city with this group and found a patch of wasteland not far outside the city that was suitable for a medicinal herb garden, acting as their overseer.
Relying on the fact that he had arrived early, Ren Shuchang had already begun carrying himself like a chief steward. Standing there with a smug expression, he directed the Black Mamba Clan members.
"Work faster, and don't slack off! Especially you, what's-your-name—you'd better put some effort into it... Ow!"
Before he could finish, a whip lashed across his forehead, making Ren Shuchang cry out in pain.
When he turned around and saw Tang Yu holding a magical long whip, the curse at Ren Shuchang's lips was instantly swallowed back down, replaced by a fawning smile.
"What are you yelping for? You work too. I told you to keep an eye on things, not slack off."
Tang Yu raised the magical whip in his hand and scolded him.
That bastard really thought he got special treatment, didn't he?
"Okay..."
Ren Shuchang pulled a long face and could only obediently join the land-clearing crew. Several Black