Target: Spirit Cuisine Master Chef

However, Xu Changqing was telling the truth.

Over this period, Hu Bugui had been using the money he earned at Foundry Peak to keep buying land and raising more Spirit Beast Camels, so there was definitely no problem when it came to manure.

The one who truly needed to worry was Zhao Ziyue.

The Spirit Fields had suddenly increased from two mu to four.

On the surface, the workload had merely doubled.

But in truth, it would greatly drain the Water Spiritual Power in his qi sea as well as his personal energy. It was by no means something that could be handled with ease.

It could be called no small challenge.

Zhao Ziyue swept his gaze from right to left over all the Spirit Fields, then pondered aloud, "Two to three mu of Spirit Fields a day is probably my limit."

Hu Bugui said in surprise, "Then can't you just split it over two days?"

Zhao Ziyue glanced at Xu Changqing and shook his head. "It's not a matter of splitting it up. If I take two days, then Old Xu will have to wait two days as well."

If it were summer, autumn, or winter, it would be fine.

But this was spring, the most important season of the year for a Wood Spirit Root.

If all four mu of Spirit Fields were planted with spirit plants, the Wood Qi they produced would be especially rich.

Xu Changqing's cultivation speed and efficiency would both increase. This was a crucial stage for improving his strength.

Although spirit farmers did not need to fight and kill.

The higher their realm, the more Spirit Fields they could possess, and the more rare spirit plants they could cultivate.

Hu Bugui came to a realization. "You mean we need to find another Water