Showing Up for a Free Meal, Then Splitting the Spirit Stones

The moment they heard that Xu Changqing had become obsessed with farming simply because he only wanted to improve, Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue were left speechless.

After all, outsiders could not stop Xu Changqing from improving himself, much less his own people.

Still, both Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue were rather surprised, even admiring.

Other spirit farmers—or rather, most cultivators—found it difficult to settle down and focus on building something.

Either they were dissatisfied with the status quo.

Or they were restless by nature.

Who was like Xu Changqing? Ever since joining the Spirit Field Core, he had kept a low profile and rarely gone out, staying within his own little patch of land. He was not even interested in a dao companion.

Granted, he was only twenty years old. Compared to cultivators' lifespans of a hundred years or even several centuries, that was nothing at all.

But days were lived one at a time, not gone in the blink of an eye.

If one did not enrich oneself, every day would become unbearably dull and tedious.

Why did so many spirit farmers want to find dao companions?

That was one reason!

Even if a person kept dogs, cats, all kinds of spirit beasts, and spirit pets—

It might seem as though having more of them made things lively and bustling.

But in truth, a person was still alone. From beginning to end, nothing had changed.

As Xu Changqing carried the dishes to the table, he said, "I really cannot understand why people have to be so eager to find dao companions."

Hu Bugui scratched his head and tentatively said, "Loneliness?"

Zhao Ziyue glanced at the two of them and honestly voiced what he was thinking. "I get too bored alone. I want to find a dao companion to