Homemade Spirit Soil

At this moment, it had been more than ten days since he obtained the black seeds.

Almost every day, he cast the Growth Technique onto the seeds. Though he had once held expectations, after one Growth Technique after another fell upon them without any response, he had grown indifferent.

After all, even Chen Yushu himself had said that he had tried many methods, yet none could cultivate the seeds into sprouting.

Zhou Changwang naturally would not arrogantly believe that he could accomplish what Chen Yushu could not.

The reason he kept trying was merely because he treated them as tools for practicing his spell.

Unexpectedly, just as he cultivated the Growth Technique to Major Mastery, the seeds sprouted.

"So these black seeds are not dead seeds. It was merely because my previous mastery of the Growth Technique was too low to make them sprout."

Looking at the tender yet sturdy shoots emerging from the three black seeds before him, Zhou Changwang truly felt a surge of unexpected delight.

Then, he vaguely recalled what Chen Yushu had said back then.

If someone could cultivate the black seeds until they sprouted, he was willing to offer a reward of one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones?

To be honest, when he first heard that condition, his heart had indeed stirred fiercely.

Heaven knew how great the temptation of a thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones had been to him back when he possessed only a single Low-Grade Spirit Stone.

But now, he barely needed to think before abandoning the idea of running over to claim the reward.

There was no other reason.

The disparity in both their strength and status was simply too great.

Not only was Chen Yushu a mid-stage cultivator at the Sixth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, possessing extraordinary skill in cultivating spirit plants, but his background was also exceedingly deep. His master was even a senior spirit plant cultivator within the Spirit Plant Hall...

Zhou Changwang did not want to place his personal safety in the palm of the other man's hand.

Even if Chen Yushu was willing to keep his promise, there would surely be no shortage of trouble afterward.

"But then, how should I deal with these sprouted Spirit Seeds?"

Looking at the seeds that had grown tender shoots, Zhou Changwang felt a little troubled as well.

Once Spirit Seeds sprouted, they had to be planted as soon as possible. Otherwise, their vitality could break off and perish.

Yet from his experience, ordinary Spirit Fields and spirit land would find it difficult to keep them alive. At the very least, his own three mu of Spirit Fields were absolutely unsuitable.

There was not enough spiritual energy.

They simply could not support them.

Not to mention that these three Spirit Seeds had mysterious and extraordinary origins, making it utterly unsuitable to reveal them before others.

After thinking it over, Zhou Changwang decided to make his own spirit soil.

Most Spirit Fields in the cultivation world were opened atop Spirit Veins.

That was because as long as they were situated above a Spirit Vein, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would naturally dissipate from it, allowing the various spirit plants and living things within the Spirit Field to grow smoothly.

But if it was merely a First-Rank Spiritual Vein, it was almost exceedingly difficult for it to produce a Second-Grade Spirit Field, much less a Third-Grade Spirit Field. Naturally, it was also difficult to grow all manner of high-grade spirit plants and spiritual materials.

Thus, cultivators used all kinds of auxiliary methods to raise the grade of their Spirit Fields.

The most common methods were gathering spiritual energy with formations, supplementing it with various spiritual objects, or drawing in Spirit Springs and Spirit Eyes...

But all of those were extravagant hopes to Zhou Changwang.

Thus, his method was exceedingly simple and crude.

He would use Spirit Stones as a supplement.

He directly dug up three handfuls of suitable soil outside the house and placed them into three small bamboo tubes.

These bamboo tubes were actually three bowls. Their history was even longer than his own. When his father first arrived, he had lacked the money to buy furniture, so he had gone up the mountain, cut bamboo, and made them himself.

They had been discarded for a long time, and now they happened to be useful.

Then, he directly took out a Low-Grade Spirit Stone and crushed it with brute force into glittering powder, scattering it into the three bamboo tubes and mixing it evenly with the soil.

With that, he had made three simple little Spirit Fields.

Only then did he bury the three seeds separately within the three bamboo tubes.

"Now it is simple."

Zhou Changwang felt faintly excited.

He also desperately wanted to know what kind of spiritual object these black seeds would grow into.

If they were Spirit Rice, what kind of Spirit Rice would they be?

Then, he directly cast the Growth Technique, using the power within the spell to strengthen their vitality. Immediately afterward, he used the Spirit Rain Art.

After all, he was casting it on three small potted plants.

Thus, Zhou Changwang deliberately controlled the Spirit Rain to an extremely small range, just barely covering the three pots.

This was a capability he gained only after cultivating the Spirit Rain Art to Minor Mastery.

Otherwise, all the houses in the surrounding area would have fallen within the range of his spell.

What was condensed was the essence. Though the Spirit Rain Art covered only a small area, Zhou Changwang's expenditure after casting it had not decreased by much. Therefore, every drop of the drizzling Spirit Rain contained more than a hundred times the spiritual energy of ordinary Spirit Rain.

Thus, when the Spirit Rain ceased, Zhou Changwang watched helplessly as the tender shoots that had originally been buried beneath the soil broke through the earth and emerged one after another.

"From the looks of it, these three seeds have survived.

"Next, I only need to pay attention to their growing environment and water and fertilize them."

At the sight, Zhou Changwang felt relieved.

Though this "fertilizer" was incomparably expensive, something ordinary people could not afford to consume.

Even he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain...

Only by giving can one gain.

If these Spirit Rice seeds truly are extraordinary, then my initial investment will surely be repaid a thousandfold, even a hundredfold.

Thinking this, Zhou Changwang carefully placed the three pots of spirit plants on his room's windowsill.

Qi Refining, Third Layer (21/100)

The next day, when Zhou Changwang opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look at his Attribute Panel.

Seeing that his cultivation had increased another little bit from yesterday, his mood brightened as well.

Though this sort of cultivation growth was far inferior to when he consumed spiritual pills.

He knew clearly that although cultivation-enhancing spiritual pills such as Vitality Pills and Yellow Spirit Pills were good, they could not be eaten in excess.

The barrier of pill toxicity was something countless cultivators avoided as if it were a venomous scorpion.

His previous act of consuming spiritual pills one after another in order to rapidly raise his cultivation had already been highly risky.

Therefore, although he still had more than a bottle of Yellow Spirit Pills in his Storage Bag, he did not consume them directly. Instead, he deliberately kept himself in check, using one only every three to five days.

Most of the time, he relied on the spiritual energy contained within Spirit Rice, cultivating and refining it to raise his cultivation.

After getting up, Zhou Changwang hurriedly looked toward the three pots of Spirit Seeds he had just planted. Seeing that they were growing fairly well, he finally let out a long breath of relief.

He then used the Growth Technique and Spirit Rain Art again, ensuring that they could continue growing normally before leaving the room.

His father, Zhou Qiankun, had risen even earlier than he had. By now, he had already cooked the Spirit Rice porridge. After calling Zhou Changwang over to eat, he went out with him.

Today was the day the Spirit Grain Rice in his Spirit Fields would officially be harvested.

Thus, father and son joined forces, intending to harvest the Spirit Fields as quickly as possible so they could hand them over to the Spirit Plant Hall and complete their previous lease contract.