Under the care of Bu Chan and the others, the acre of spirit field beside the Chicken Farm grew ever richer in Spiritual Qi.
The Jadefire Spirit Pulpberry seeds had also been planted a few days earlier. They soon took root and sprouted, filling the dark soil with lush green seedlings.
Their growth was gratifying.
Wang Ba came to look every day. To keep others from prying, he had fenced off the spirit field as well, enclosing both the Chicken Farm and the spirit field within the Small Golden Bell Formation.
Of Bu Chan's group of four, everyone except Bu Chan gradually reduced their visits with Wang Ba's permission once the spirit field had stabilized.
Once the spirit plants were growing steadily, there was little more they could do.
They only came at regular intervals to maintain the formation and spirit vein, and help weed the spirit field and the like.
The three did, however, regularly set aside a portion of the Spirit Stones they earned in the market for Bu Chan, who was concentrating on tending the spirit plants, to make up for her losses.
For some reason, Wang Ba felt a little envious of the four's close-knit friendship.
But he knew it would be difficult for him to have such an opportunity again.
Suppressing his complicated feelings, Wang Ba continued to cultivate at the Stone Cave Residence every day.
Although the Spiritual Qi here was gradually failing to keep pace with his cultivation, it was still considerably denser than at the Chicken Farm.
He planned to move to the Wooden Tower Residence after some more time had passed and he had sold another batch of spirit chickens.
But as he passed the Wooden Tower Residence, he unexpectedly saw two familiar faces coming downstairs.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist