Dawn broke.
The sun rose from the direction of Clearwater Town, its rays passing through the two Tranquil-Mind Bamboo Groves and casting scattered flecks of golden light across the ground.
Xu Changqing rose from the stone. Rather than returning to the bamboo house to rest, he headed straight toward the Spirit Fields.
His Spirit Fields were not far from the bamboo house. He arrived after only a few steps.
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One mu of Grade-Five Spirit Field, ten mu of Grade-Four Spirit Field, and a hundred mu of Grade-Three Spirit Field.
All of these fields remained empty, waiting for their first crop of spirit plants.
Xu Changqing was immensely looking forward to it as well.
When he passed through the areas of Grade-Four and Grade-Three Spirit Fields, he did not stop. He went straight through them and directly to that one mu of Grade-Five Spirit Field.
After all, he had long grown tired of looking at Spirit Fields below Grade Five.
Soon, Xu Changqing stood on the ridge of the field and lowered his gaze.
At a single glance, his pupils widened slightly.
Good heavens.
The Grade-Five Spirit Field was actually not flat.
The Spirit Fields of every other grade had been pressed perfectly even, like cloth spread across a tabletop.
Yet the Grade-Five Spirit Field before him rose faintly, carrying an exceedingly natural curve.
It was not a curve created through painstaking artificial shaping. It was as though the earth itself were breathing.
The soil in the field was not the usual black, brown, or five-colored earth, but an exceptionally deep and heavy dark gold.
The gold was not floating upon the surface. It seeped