Inside Wuzhen Hall.
The cultivators spoke up one after another, eagerly answering Elder Zhuang Xiran's questions.
"Planting Spirit Plants means seizing the essence of Heaven and Earth, holding the transformations of all things in one's hands. The joy is boundless."
After they had answered for quite some time.
Elder Zhuang Xiran's gaze swept past the crowd. He casually pointed and said, "That cultivator over there, stand and answer."
Qin Ming had been listening with great interest and had not intended to say anything.
Seeing Elder Zhuang pointing in his direction, he could not help looking around.
Yet he discovered that every cultivator's gaze had fallen upon him.
Qin Ming suddenly realized.
Elder Zhuang Xiran was clearly pointing at him.
Qin Ming froze for a moment. Being stared at by so many people gave him an oddly uncomfortable feeling.
How could it be such a coincidence?
But he was not the least bit flustered. He calmly rose from his chair, thought briefly, and said:
"The Spirit Plant Dao requires familiarity with the various habits of crops, command over spirit rain, weeding and pest removal, and daily dealings with Spirit Fields and spirit soil."
"It is simply plowing fields and farming."
As soon as his words fell.
A faint silence hung in the air.
Hearing this answer, the expressions of the cultivators present began to crack, and bursts of muffled laughter rang out.
Yet some cultivators nodded, seeming to agree with him.
"Hehe, sit down."
At that moment, a rare smile appeared on Elder Zhuang Xiran's face.
It left all the cultivators present dumbfounded, like monks taller than ten feet trying to grasp their own heads.
"What he said is not without reason. The Spirit Plant Dao is, in truth, no different from farming."
"It is only that—"
"When ordinary mortals