Over there in the mountains, two people likewise stood beside the ridges of the spirit fields: Jing Xuan and Liu Cai. No matter how many times they looked at the spirit fields, they could not help but feel a measure of awe.
The spiritual aura here was so dense that it surpassed most places, and this Spirit-Gathering Formation carried an exceedingly profound and mysterious feeling.
The blessed cave abodes and lands they had painstakingly managed were still inferior to this place for growing crops. Many disciples would likely find it suffocating to behold.
They had stayed here for a year now, and spiritual aura entered their bodies even with every breath.
"Who knows? Perhaps we'll gain another skill in the future."
Hu Laozhang walked over, carrying Spirit Plant seeds in his hands.
Naturally, they could not simply eat and drink here for free.
Over the past year, the two had also learned several techniques of Spirit Plant cultivators. It had not been especially difficult for them; the only question was whether they could put aside their pride.
Yet both had made up their minds. They had felt somewhat awkward at first. After all, they had been heaven's favored sons in the small realm, and even after coming here, they had never done this sort of work. But once habit became second nature, that trace of awkwardness scattered like wind.
"Hey, Hu Laozhang, those newcomers have arrived. I..." Liu Cai's divine sense was sharp, and he suddenly sensed something just as he was about to speak.
At the foot of the mountain, a group of disciples had arrived.
"What rotten luck. How could the Spirit Plant Garden suddenly undergo such a change?"
"Exactly. Who could have expected it? I thought it would be nothing much. What I'm best at growing is