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

For the next two days, after his daily routine of cultivation, Lu Qingchen would set aside some time to practice the Spirit Eye Technique and the Dew Condensation Technique.

Then, at dawn the next day, he went to the fields precisely on time to perform the Dew Condensation Technique and watered them with the morning sun dew.

The spiritual plants in the spiritual field are becoming more and more vigorous every day. Their leaves are turning from light green to dark green, and their stems are getting thicker.

After two days of casting spells, he also figured out the difference between the Spirit Cultivation Technique and the Dew Condensation Technique.

The first time you use the Spirit Cultivation Technique, the effect is the best. The spiritual energy seeps into the root system, and the spirit plant is like it has taken a powerful tonic, with its leaves instantly becoming vibrant.

However, the effect dropped drastically the second and third times, as if the spiritual plants had developed resistance to the spell, and it was not as effective when used again.

The Dew Condensation Technique is different; its effects are not significant each time it is used. The leaves of the spirit rice are only a little more moist and brighter in color, with no immediate changes.

But it works every time, and over time, its nourishing effect on the spiritual plant is not to be underestimated.

The two are used together for better results.

First, use the Spirit Cultivation Technique to prepare the spirit plant, then use the Dew Condensation Technique to water it daily. One focuses on short-term bursts of growth, while the other focuses on long-term nourishment, complementing each other.

Lu Qingchen would go to the fields every day to check on them, making sure there were no pests or diseases and that the water and fertilizer were adequate, and then he would stop interfering.

Barring any major unforeseen circumstances, this season's harvest should meet expectations.

As for how much more, Lu Qingchen didn't care.

What he truly cared about were the seeds left behind by Qingyun Sanren.

On the fourth night after returning from the valley, he poured out all the seeds from the tin box, laid them out one by one on the table, and examined them carefully by the light of the oil lamp.

The withered ones had turned black and dry. He picked up one and tried to draw out a trace of his cultivation from the Dao Stele's light pearl, carefully letting it seep into the seed coat.

I poured my cultivation into it, but the seed didn't react at all. It was like a dead piece of wood, unable to absorb anything.

Lu Qingchen tried a few more pills, but the results were the same.

He can't be saved.

He sighed and swept the withered seeds aside.

There are also those that are still alive, with wrinkled skin like dried dates, but if you look closely, you can feel a faint trace of life hidden inside.

There are seven pills in total.

After thinking it over, Lu Qingchen decided to keep some of the plants and plant the rest.

What if these seeds really are something extraordinary, and suddenly several special spiritual plants sprout up? How would he explain that?

Moreover, planting in the spirit field is not safe. Although the field has been restored, people come and go, and tenant farmers, Sun Zhiyuan, Zhou Ming, and others can all see it.

When asked later, it will be difficult to explain.

He thought for a moment, then rummaged through the house and found two broken earthenware pots. He dug up some fertile soil from the edge of the field, filled them with the soil, picked out two of the best-looking seeds, carefully buried them in the pots, watered them thoroughly, and placed them in a sunny spot by the door.

He wrapped the remaining five grains in an old cloth and stuffed them into the deepest part of the wooden box under the bed.

After planting those two seeds, he checked on them twice a day, morning and evening, loosening the soil and watering them, taking more than ten times the care he had for the spirit field.

Not only that, but every night he would draw out a tiny bit of his cultivation from the light pearl of the Dao Stele and inject it into the soil in the basin.

Not much, just a tiny bit each time, enough for the seeds to absorb.

He was full of anticipation.

If these two seeds can germinate, what grows from them will definitely be extraordinary.

At that time, he might be able to apply for a spiritual field protected by an array, just like Shen Yao did, on the grounds that "the cultivation of special spiritual plants requires protection".

The earth vein spirit embryo can then be planted legitimately, and no one will discover it.

......

The unusual state of Lu Qingchen's spirit field was quickly noticed by the people in the manor.

Once, when Li Laosi passed by, he squatted on the edge of the field and watched for a long time, forgetting to even smoke his pipe.

"Manager Lu, your fields... seem to be in better condition than before?"

"It seems like he's recovered," Lu Qingchen said. "He looks better these past few days."

Old Li stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and clicked his tongue twice: "This field has been abandoned for two years. Several spiritual plant growers came before, but none of them managed to cultivate anything worthwhile. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I didn't expect it to be fixed as soon as you arrived, Manager Lu. It seems you are a lucky person."

Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "Uncle Li, you flatter me. It's not a blessing at all. It's just that we caught a good opportunity, and the earth's energy recovered on its own."

Li Laosi shook his head, said nothing more, and walked away with his hoe.

After walking a few steps, he looked back at the lush green spiritual field and muttered something under his breath. It was hard to hear clearly, but his tone was filled with emotion.

......

The anomaly of the spirit field could not be hidden from others, and of course, Lu Qingchen did not intend to hide it either.

Sun Zhiyuan originally thought that Lu Qingchen would not be able to stand the monotony and would leave Qingmu Manor on his own soon.

After all, whoever cultivates his field will leave; the previous spiritual plant growers serve as a cautionary tale.

But things didn't seem to go as he had expected.

Sun Zhiyuan only noticed something was wrong with the spirit field on the fourth day.

That noon, Sun Zhiyuan was squatting by the field drinking tea when two tenant farmers carrying hoes walked over from the end of the village, whispering to each other as they went.

Have you visited that field at the end of the village recently?

"No, what's wrong?"

"They've changed! The seedlings are all vibrant and green, completely different from their wilted appearance before."

"Really? That land has been abandoned for years, hasn't it?"

"I saw it with my own eyes, why would I lie to you! The leaves are shiny and the growth is just as fast as the fields around here."

Sun Zhiyuan paused for a moment, holding his teacup, and listened intently for a few more moments.

Two tenant farmers walked past him, and upon seeing him, they hurriedly greeted him with a smile as "Manager Sun," before continuing on their way, their voices fading into the distance.

Sun Zhiyuan seemed to be deep in thought. He put down his teacup, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the end of the village.

Soon, Sun Zhiyuan arrived at Zhuangwei.

Standing on the ridge of Lu Qingchen's spiritual field, he looked around for a while, his expression not looking too good.

The seedlings are still the same seedlings, but their growth is significantly better than before.

The leaves are glossy and the stems are thick. Although it is not yet top-notch, it is a completely different world compared to its droopy appearance a few days ago.

Sun Zhiyuan squatted down, picked up a seedling and examined it, then dug away the soil to look at the roots. He stood up and walked around the field ridge, squatting down from time to time to pinch the soil, turn the leaves, and look at the roots.

He had been farming for over a decade and had seen all sorts of spiritual fields, but he just couldn't understand the changes in this particular field.

Has the earth's energy recovered? Earth's energy can't just recover like that; it's not that easy.

The previous plant growers had been cultivating the earth's energy for years without success, so how come it recovered as soon as he arrived?

He walked back to the edge of the field and watched for a while longer.

"Manager Lu, what's going on with your field...?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

"I don't know either, it seems the earth's energy in this field has recovered."

Lu Qingchen didn't even look up, continuing to water the spiritual herbs.