They said one mountain could not contain two tigers.
Lu Qing planted the two fruits at opposite ends, one south and one north. The Dragonheart Fruit lay to the south, the Purple Moon Fruit to the north, each accompanied by a lake.
Then Lu Qing shaped spiritual power into a sword and swept it horizontally, carving out a sharply defined boundary between the two sides to keep them from affecting one another.
Though Lu Qing was not a seasoned spiritual plant cultivator, he had at least crammed at the last minute before. He had a firm grasp of ordinary spiritual plant knowledge. Once he recalled it, the knowledge from several memory palaces in his mind rapidly flowed through his thoughts.
He had chosen these two spiritual fruits because both were high-return, low-risk spiritual plant varieties.
"Unlike things such as the Ghost King Tree and Underworld Wood. To raise them, you have to specially open up yin-attribute spiritual fields. Their fertilizer cannot be ordinary rainwater either—it has to be Killing Intent, killing intent, and such. Their nature is too tyrannical; other spiritual plants cannot survive around them."
When growing such things, one moment of carelessness could bring disaster even to the spiritual plants in other fields.
"Nor are they like certain overly precious spiritual fruits, which gather moonlight, drink in the sun's flow, and require the essence of the Five Elements..."
Lu Qing recalled a spiritual fruit he had once glimpsed in passing. It seemed to be the main ingredient in some kind of pill.
Cultivating it was not only troublesome but required extraordinary care. Lu Qing himself did not even possess the essence of the Five Elements—where could he find enough to feed it?
It was also because his cultivation had risen and he was no longer fixated on the