Thus, there naturally arose a subtle flicker of thought.
"Contribution points aren't shared. That's a bit troublesome." At this point, Lu Qing could only calm himself slightly. Fortunately, since entering the sect, the bulk of his contribution points had come into his account through one natural turn of events or another.
He had not given that much in return. Only the spirit plants had been tended by his own hands, and he had gained from them as well. The joy and delight of planting and harvesting them had not been purely for the sake of completing tasks.
At most, he would simply cultivate somewhere else. Lu Qing had always been open-minded. He was not particularly attached to worldly possessions, and his aura relaxed even more noticeably.
Within his own cave dwelling, the aura around his body no longer needed to be restrained too tightly, and those faint traces of spiritual charm benefited the surrounding area as well.
The tea tree beside him also gave off threads of clear, radiant spiritual aura.
Naturally, this was the help Lu Qing's everyday cultivation in the cave dwelling had provided to the spirit plants here.
Moreover, the Spirit Gathering Formation still existed on this peak of Flat Cliff Mountain. Clusters and billows of spiritual-energy clouds often gathered here. Whether it was this tea tree, originally of an ordinary variety, or the Star Tree facing it across the wall, both certainly received ample nourishment from spiritual energy in their daily lives.
Nourished by spiritual energy, the brewed tea tasted even better than before.
Lu Qing set down his teacup and loosely gripped his disciple token with one hand.
The token's color had not changed, but perhaps because Lu Qing's cultivation had risen, he could see mist-like yet not quite mist-like spiritual ripples flickering around it.