With these low-grade spirit medicines, Xu Chuan fired up the furnace and began refining pills again.
However, he did not use them all up. He left roughly seventy percent for Zhang Wanqing to practice with later.
Now, as long as he reached an agreement with the Zhou Household, he would not lack low-grade spirit medicines for the foreseeable future.
Moreover, the Xu Household's herb-gathering teams would be able to venture boldly into mountain ranges and secluded valleys rich in spiritual energy throughout Moon Lake Commandery, without having to skulk about anymore.
Xu Chuan gazed at the few spirit rice seeds floating before him, intending to spend some time cultivating them.
Presumably, the process was much like growing ordinary rice: first raise the seedlings, then plant them somewhere containing spiritual energy.
But since this was spirit rice, the primary factor determining its growth should be the concentration of spiritual energy.
He then turned toward the medicine field.
"It should have been two days."
Xu Chuan held two fingers together like an orchid and formed a wood-type hand seal.
A three-inch azure radiance suddenly bloomed at his fingertips. In an instant, the wood spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into myriad emerald fireflies.
Countless motes of light, like falling dew cradling stars, settled upon the branches and leaves of every medicinal plant and spirit herb. All their leaves unfurled and trembled, as though possessed of awareness.
A moment later, he formed another hand seal and cast a water-type technique.
Thin dark clouds immediately gathered above the medicine field. Moments later, a gentle rain began pattering down with clear, tinkling sounds.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
The dark clouds dispersed.
Although wood-type spells included those that accelerated