In the early morning, a thin mist blanketed the fields.
Crystal-clear dewdrops hung from the spirit plants.
"Cluck cluck!"
The Pearl Chicken's jet-black eyes rolled about as it searched for insects on the ground.
Wangwang the yellow dog lay at the doorway, its two front paws crossed, looking exceptionally elegant.
With a creak, Xu Changqing, fully dressed, pulled open the door and stepped out. He walked briskly toward the spirit fields while putting on his bamboo hat.
Once he stood on the ridge between the fields, he spread out his spiritual sense.
In an instant, information about the Spirit Rice, vegetables, Four-Leaf Clover, and other spirit plants appeared one after another.
[Unripe] [Undamaged] [Spirit Energy Sufficient]
All the spirit plants were the same as yesterday, without the slightest difference.
Seeing this, Xu Changqing's lips curled into a smile.
For a spirit farmer, nothing was happier than knowing everything was normal.
However, he did not turn around and leave.
Instead, he took off his shoes and entered the spirit fields barefoot.
The temperature had yet to rise on a spring morning.
Thus, the soil carried a faint chill.
When outsiders disturbed them, they launched their attacks one after another.
However, Xu Changqing did not have an Earth Spirit Root, so he was not afraid of the cold.
Soon, he arrived before a stalk of Spirit Rice.
It stood roughly 1.2 meters tall.
Heavy ears of rice hung from it.
Each bore grain after grain of unripe rice.
At that moment, Xu Changqing raised his right hand as the spiritual power within him was consumed.
In the next second, a layer of green light appeared over his right index finger.
Clearly, this was the low-grade spell, [Verdant Touch Finger].
He lightly "tapped" the Spirit Rice before him.
In an instant,