"This is just right."
Lu Qing did not stand on ceremony. As he silently counted the time, one day still felt somewhat pressing given his current circumstances.
A spirit field did not necessarily have to be a neat square. As long as spirit plants could be grown in it, the shape did not matter.
Lu Qing kept firmly in mind that he was taking an examination. Taking advantage of the pond nearby, the soil was already thoroughly damp, making it much easier to cultivate and saving him considerable effort.
He had no expectations for the spiritual power in this body.
Very soon, in less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, Lu Qing successfully sowed the seeds.
Since there was a bucket here, it naturally had its use. It was not that Lu Qing had not tried casting the Minor Cloud Rain Technique, but unfortunately, the spiritual power within him was completely empty. Before that small patch of dark clouds could even take shape and let rain fall, the spiritual power in his body could no longer support it.
He simply gave up on the convenience of spells altogether and fetched water from the pond beside him. With a wooden bucket in hand and a trace of cultivation in this body, he moved as swiftly as if flying even while carrying it.
A mere few dozen steps naturally did not leave him gasping for breath.
"If only you were an aquatic species. I could just put you straight into the pond."
Lu Qing looked regretfully at the Tiger-Subduing Vine, which had yet to sprout and grow.
The spiritual energy here was better than at the foot of the mountain, and the pond water contained spiritual energy as well.
If he put it into the pond water, he