Hundreds of figures bustled up and down the slopes of Spirit Plant Peak, working themselves ragged.
Though they cultivated different spirit plants, almost every spirit field had at least a few spiritheart vines growing along its edges.
Back then, Gou Fengying had deliberately made things difficult for them, finally invoking the Discipline Hall Master's authority to force Spirit Plant Peak to carry out the task. But the seeds' survival rate had been low, so fewer than forty percent of the spiritheart vines had ultimately matured.
That might not sound like much, but all the spiritheart vines across Spirit Plant Peak's fields added up to at least two thousand plants. Each had twenty-four vines stretching over thirty feet long. Their sheer scale was staggering!
"Ah, greetings, Senior Brother Lin!"
An Outer Sect Disciple drenched in sweat was walking out of his spirit field with his young miscellaneous servant, carrying two thick vines in his arms. He greeted Lin Mo excitedly as he went. "Senior Brother Lin, do you remember me? My name is Fang Ming!"
Lin Mo paused, and soon remembered.
Back when more than half the spirit fields had withered overnight, Fang Ming had crouched on the ground in disheveled clothes, staring at the wilted spirit plants with a face as gray as ashes.
Later, Lin Mo had used bathwater as a cover to irrigate all the Outer Sect Disciples' spirit fields with diluted spirit spring water, resolving that crisis.
Of course, the spiritheart vines had also been planted then, with Gou Fengying claiming they would prevent the spirit fields from withering again!
"These vines are so heavy."
While Lin Mo was lost in thought, Fang Ming and the young miscellaneous servant pulled another vine from the edge of the field. Panting, Fang Ming said, "Steward Wang just sent orders