After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

Lu Qingchen returned to Qingmu Manor from the valley; it was still late at night.

He didn't rush back to the house, but went to the edge of the spirit field first.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, casting a silvery glow on the seedlings in the fields.

He squatted down, drew out a wisp of his cultivation from the light bead of the Dao Stele, and infused it into a seedling of jade spirit rice. Then he closed his eyes to sense it.

The spiritual energy slowly spread within the seedling, remaining steadily there without being lost in the slightest.

He tried the second, the third... and the tenth plant—all were normal.

He squatted on the edge of the field, let out a long breath, and finally felt relieved.

The method worked.

After the roots of the earth vein spirit embryo were severed, the spiritual energy in the spirit field was finally no longer being absorbed.

He stood up, not in a hurry to go back, but walked around the field ridges, looking at every spiritual plant in the twenty acres of spiritual fields.

Under the moonlight, the seedlings drooped listlessly, their leaves turning yellow and their stems thin and weak, looking malnourished.

Since the seeds were planted, the spiritual rice and herbs in the spiritual field have been constantly drained of their life force by the earth vein's spiritual embryo, resulting in extremely poor growth.

But their roots and stems are healthy; they're just lacking a vital "vitality."

Now that the roots of the earth vein spirit embryos have been severed, the source of their life force has also been cut off. They only need to be replenished with spiritual energy using the Spirit Pivot Dao Tablet, and it will not be long before they recover.

Although Lu Qingchen wanted to immediately infuse the spiritual plants on these twenty acres of land with spiritual energy, he looked at the sky and saw that the moon was already setting in the west, and there was still some time before dawn.

He was exhausted after a whole night of tossing and turning, and when he was not in good spirits, the effects of the magic were diminished.

There's no rush; we can start during the day.

He returned to the room, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and sank his mind into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The pitch-black Dao stele still stands, with Chu Yunfeng's phantom sitting cross-legged beside it, the light pearl in his dantian emitting a warm golden glow.

After practicing the "Hidden Spirit Technique", he no longer actively suppressed his cultivation level. He would break through when he needed to and condense his Qi when he needed to. Since he had the technique to back him up, he wasn't afraid of being discovered.

These past few days he has been tempering his spiritual root and condensing his pure energy, which has consumed a lot of his cultivation, and the light bead is smaller than before.

However, the amount needed to infuse all the spiritual plants in the spiritual field with spiritual energy once is not much, not to the point that it would make him feel distressed.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Lu Qingchen went to the edge of the field.

He squatted on the edge of the field, drawing out a wisp of cultivation from the light bead of the Dao Stele. That wisp of cultivation condensed into a ball of pale golden light mist in his palm, as fine as dust, almost imperceptible.

He placed his palm over the seedlings in front of him, and the light mist slowly fell, seeping into the leaves and flowing along the stems to the roots.

The seedling trembled slightly, as if it were breathing or shivering.

He stood up, walked to the next seedling, and repeated the same action.

He spent less than an hour cultivating all the spiritual plants on the twenty acres of land.

The light beads are a bit smaller than before, but still within an acceptable range.

This season's harvest depends on these spirit plants that have been imbued with spiritual energy.

He doesn't seek mutations or spiritual brilliance; he's content as long as he meets the sect's minimum production requirements.

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At night, Lu Qingchen lit an oil lamp and took out the jade slips left behind by Qingyun Sanren.

He pressed the jade slip containing the Spirit Eye Technique to his forehead and read it several times. He could recite the incantation backwards and understood the path of spiritual energy circulation.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and concentrated, following the method in the jade slip, drawing a tiny wisp of spiritual energy from his dantian and slowly guiding it to his eyes.

As soon as the spiritual energy reached around my eyes, they felt a stinging sensation, as if something was pushing them outwards.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, guiding his spiritual energy to flow slowly around his eyes, nourishing the fine, hair-like meridians.

After a short while, the soreness gradually subsided, replaced by a warm and comfortable sensation, like soaking in warm water.

He opened his eyes, and the world before him seemed a little clearer than before—he couldn't say whether it was psychological or if it was actually effective.

He rubbed his eyes and tried again.

This time, the soreness was less, and the flow of spiritual energy was smoother.

He practiced several times in a row until his eyes started to feel sore before he stopped.

This technique differs from the Dew Condensation Technique. It requires continuously nourishing the eyes with spiritual energy, gradually altering their structure, and cannot be effective overnight.

He carefully put the jade slip away, knowing what to do—take it slow, there's no need to rush.

He then picked up the jade slip containing the Dew Condensation Technique, placed it on his forehead, and memorized the incantation word by word.

This technique is much simpler than the Spirit Eye Technique; the incantation is short, and the path of spiritual energy circulation is smooth.

He closed his eyes and, following the method in the jade slip, drew spiritual energy from his dantian and slowly circulated it along the meridians in his arms, familiarizing himself with the feeling of that spiritual energy flowing through the meridians. He did this again and again until it circulated smoothly and without obstruction before stopping.

It was late at night, and the moonlight outside the window was like water. He blew out the oil lamp and lay down.

The next day, at the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), just as dawn was breaking, Lu Qingchen got up.

He walked to the edge of the field, took a deep breath, and began to cast the Dew Condensation spell.

After last night's practice, his spiritual energy flowed much more smoothly. He gently pushed towards the spiritual field—a thin layer of mist condensed from the air, enveloping the spiritual rice. Fine water droplets slowly condensed on the leaves, sliding down the veins and seeping into the soil.

He looked at the area; it was about an acre.

At this rate, twenty acres of land would require twenty applications.

He sped up, applying the spell acre by acre.

The mist rose again and again, and the water droplets condensed again and again, making the leaves of the rice gleam with a moist sheen in the morning light.

When the tenth mu of spiritual field was covered by the morning dew, the sun had already risen, the morning light changed from pale gold to bright white, and the refreshing air gradually dissipated.

Lu Qingchen straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the spirit field that was still half unwatered, and sighed.

There wasn't enough time. The morning dew was only effective for a short period at the beginning of the Chen hour (7-9 AM). After that time, the condensed dew was no longer of any use.

Ten mu it is, it's better than nothing.

We'll talk about the rest tomorrow.

He squatted down and looked at the rice paddies that had been watered with the morning dew. The water droplets on the leaves were still wet and shimmered in the sunlight.

He then turned to look at the area that hadn't been watered.

Comparing the two, the leaf that was watered seemed to have a brighter color and a more vibrant green, unlike the leaf that wasn't watered, which had a grayish hue.

I don't know if it's psychological.

He stood up, went back inside to change into dry clothes, and then went for a walk in the fields.

Looking at the twenty acres of land, Lu Qingchen muttered to himself, "I need to practice more in the future, and try to cover a larger area at once, so that I can irrigate all twenty acres."

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