With all the formations set up, Lu Feng decided he might as well stretch his limbs today.
He took a longsword out of his system space.
He simply had no hoe on hand at the moment.
He could only use the longsword in its place.
Besides, Lu Feng had grown quite comfortable using it lately.
This Innate Spiritual Treasure was putting what usefulness it had left to work, turning over the rocky ground for Lu Feng.
Watching Lu Feng till the ground with a longsword, Nuwa silently turned her head away.
This wastrel!
If he fell into my hands, I'd whip him with the Innate Gourd Vine until his backside blossomed!
Who knew what Tongtian was thinking?
He actually made a wastrel like this his vice leader.
Otherwise, how would the Interception Sect have ended up disbanding?
At that thought, Nuwa suddenly froze.
The Interception Sect had disbanded.
The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation was imminent.
Had it not disbanded, the Interception Sect's involvement in the tribulation might well have been nailed to the board.
But now that the Interception Sect had disbanded...
Nuwa's searching gaze instantly settled on Lu Feng.
Could Lu Feng have done this deliberately?
Was he merely lucky, or was great wisdom hiding behind apparent foolishness?
But the next instant, Nuwa saw Lu Feng casually toss the spiritual roots and spirit herbs in his hands into the holes he had dug, and her emotions, which had just settled, were stirred up again!
This wastrel!
Who planted spiritual roots like that?
What if they died after being planted that way?
"Planting this innate purple orchid just like that doesn't seem quite appropriate, does it?"
Lu Feng glanced at the purple orchid standing upright before him and blinked.
"Isn't it still alive?"
Nuwa: "..."
"But purple orchids have