Just as Yuan Jingtu and the others returned to the Spirit Plant Courtyard, Lin Mo finished processing his bathwater a second time.
Ever since he had begun bathing in spirit spring water, even Lin Mo's bathwater carried that exceptionally peculiar, mysterious aura.
Of course, irrigating the spirit fields with bathwater alone would be nowhere near enough.
The greatest reason Lin Mo had dared make such a bold promise was, naturally, the Treasure Gourd!
"One drop of spirit spring water per bucket, more than three hundred drops... my spirit spring water!"
At the edge of the spirit field, Lin Mo put the Treasure Gourd into his Storage Bag. Feeling how much lighter the gourd had become, he nearly blacked out.
Although he had no shortage of spirit liquid, he had earned every drop through hard work and contributions. Who wouldn't feel the sting of using more than three hundred drops at once?
Fortunately, Elder Yuan had promised a generous reward once the job was done. Surely he wouldn't come out of this at a loss.
"They've all left. You can come out now."
Lin Mo shook his raised hand, releasing the restless Venomous Thorn Bee from his sleeve, and sent it a thought: What were you trying to do earlier? Go ahead now, but be careful not to let anyone spot you.
Whoosh!
The Venomous Thorn Bee beat its wings and instantly flew above the spirit field. Its mouthparts, lined with fine teeth, opened as it began to suck.
In an instant.
Tiny white specks rapidly peeled away from the surfaces of the nearly dead spirit plants in the field, gathering into a faint white thread so thin it was almost imperceptible. The Venomous Thorn Bee swallowed it all.
At the same time.
The dying Fire Spirit Fruits regained a trace