Time flashed by, and autumn arrived.
The Thousand Sects Dharma Assembly had reached its closing stages, and the major cultivation sects began forming their teams.
Yet Li Lingbi had long since taken Chu Qiu, the foolish prince, and the others to the Central Region ahead of time.
As for Xu Changqing, he appeared to be handling logistics, but in truth, from the moment he refused to join, the relationship between the two sides was no longer what it had once been.
They could only maintain the last shred of courtesy.
After all, everyone had times when they needed one another. There was no need to tear their faces apart.
These days, Xu Changqing devoted more of his attention to cultivating spirit plants.
Moreover, ever since Zhu Fuxian returned, the pressure on the spirit cultivators had lessened.
He had more time to accompany Ruo Qunshuang and Little Linglong.
He also took the opportunity to study the Jade Dew Sect's cultivation arts and spells.
Every now and then, he refined some spirit artifacts, spirit talismans, and spirit pills.
Though it was not as exciting as the outside world, at least it was fulfilling.
After another round of harvesting, the more than thirty mu of spirit fields in the Portable Space, along with the six mu outside, had brought his total lifespan to: 27,467 years.
However, Xu Changqing no longer cared about such things.
What he cared about more were the people beside him, wanting to live each present day well.
Now, after being plowed and fertilized, the Grade-Two Spirit Field before him could be planted once more.
With a wave of his hand, Xu Changqing scattered seedlings for three mu of Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice, along with seeds for three mu of other spirit plants and medicinal herbs.
On the surface, it looked