With the same measure of Dharma Power, other cultivators' Spring Rain Germination Art could only cover a patch of land and last for the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Although Wang Quan had never specifically enhanced his art with spirit water or anything of the sort, the Spring Rain Germination Art he formed with one measure of Dharma Power covered the entire mountain and lasted for two cups of tea.
After casting the spell once, he began studying the Daoist Scriptures.
He kept this up from noon until the afternoon, when a faint, hazy layer of green finally appeared over the mountain.
Stalks of haze grass took root and sprouted, unfurling tender leaves.
The spirit vein grass and two unknown kinds of grass planted alongside them also took root and sprouted.
For a moment, Wang Quan felt his restless Yin Spirit begin to settle slowly.
Previously, his Yin Spirit had conceived the urge to transform three to five times with every breath. After the haze grass unfurled its tender shoots, that urge arose only once per breath.
"It worked!"
Delighted, Wang Quan hurriedly jumped down from the clouds.
Before he could land, wisps of green smoke burst apart, and Paper People raised a sedan chair to catch him.
The sedan bearers formed from Paper People dared not tread on the haze grass and landed only on loose stones.
Before long, however, haze grass began growing among the stones too.
The paper sedan bearers leaped again and, under Wang Quan's control, finally landed and stood atop the mountain.
At that moment, several cultivators descended from the sky. "Fellow Daoist, the job is done. About our pay..."
Wang Quan smiled. "Cash, or a token transfer?"
"A token transfer!"
Wang Quan transferred 1.01 million Green Beetles straight to them.