Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Shen Feng recalled the subtle perception of the moisture and spiritual energy in the wind when he intercepted the Qi of Yi Wood last night.

"The wind... can be both strong and gentle. It can split rocks and shatter gold when it is strong, and it can lift up clouds and mist and nourish things silently." A thought gradually became clear in his mind.

"Why must we sprinkle it with water? If we could turn the spiritual spring water into the finest mist droplets and then use the wind to evenly distribute it to the leaves of every spiritual herb, wouldn't that save time and effort, and be even more effective?"

The idea was good, but its realization required extremely precise control. Shen Feng did not rush to test it in the medicinal field, but instead practiced it in a secluded place with ordinary well water.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, drawing upon a subtle wisp of wind energy to envelop the handful of water he had scooped up from the bucket.

With his mind focused, the wind began to swirl, gradually increasing in speed, yet with an incredibly gentle force. The handful of water was stretched and thinned by an invisible power, eventually transforming into a wisp of white mist that floated above his palm.

Shen Feng's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense spread out like threads, guiding the mist to slowly drift toward a clump of weeds. The wind force was controlled to the extreme, so that the mist would not condense and fall too early, and that it would be able to evenly cover the grass leaves.

On the first attempt, the wind was a bit strong, and the water mist slammed onto the grass blades, causing the grass stems to tilt and the water droplets to roll off, which was no different from splashing water directly.

Shen Feng was not discouraged. He adjusted the wind speed and the tightness of the mist. The second time, the wind was too weak, and most of the mist dissipated halfway through. The third time, the fourth time...

By the time the sun was high in the sky, Shen Feng had lost count of how many times he had failed, but his control over that wisp of wind had become increasingly exquisite and subtle through countless fine adjustments.

Finally, with another wave of his hand, a fine, even mist of water, like a light veil, slowly enveloped the clump of weeds. Every blade of grass was covered with glistening dewdrops, which slowly seeped into the mist without being wasted.

Success! A look of joy flashed in Shen Feng's eyes, and he immediately applied this method to the actual spiritual spring watering.

He no longer needed to laboriously carry water to the fields; instead, he simply filled an empty bucket with spring water right next to the spring.

Immediately, he pressed his hands lightly against the rim of the bucket, and the azure vortex in his mind stirred slightly. A gentle and steady whirlwind rose from the bucket, swirling up the spring water and drawing an arc in the air before falling towards the medicinal field he was in charge of.

At the same time, he was distracted by another, denser wind that spread out above the medicinal field, like a gentle sieve, catching the arc of water.

The splashing water disappeared instantly, replaced by a silent, spreading pale white spiritual mist. The mist was warm and moist, full of spiritual energy, and under Shen Feng's divine sense, it enveloped each Dew-Gathering Grass in wisps.

The grass blades trembled slightly, absorbing the spiritual mist that reached their surfaces. Their color visibly deepened, becoming even more emerald green, and the tips of the blades even condensed more abundant spiritual dew than usual.

In less than half an hour, the ten acres of medicinal herb fields were irrigated.

The soil was only slightly damp, and the vast majority of the essence of the spiritual spring was directly absorbed by the spiritual herbs, with very little waste.

Shen Feng withdrew his spiritual power. Although this method was highly efficient, it was quite taxing on his mind. However, it was a world of difference compared to the physical exertion he used to expend carrying water for most of the day.

After several days of watering, the ten acres of Dewdrop Grass under his care quickly grew faster than the other medicinal herb fields.

The leaves are thick and lush green, shimmering in the sunlight and full of vitality.

In contrast, in the medicinal herb field next door, which was also managed by Ding Cheng, a menial laborer, the herbs grew at different heights and were a mix of yellow and green.

Seeing the scene in Shen Fengtian's field, Ding Cheng felt both envious and puzzled.

"Shen Feng, how... how did you set up this spirit field?" Ding Cheng couldn't help but ask.

"It's just about being more diligent and watering more carefully," Shen Feng said casually, then turned and went back into the house.

He used the saved half-day to continue nurturing and refining the nascent divine wind, and to try to draw out more of the nighttime breeze containing the vitality of the Yi wood element.

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Just past noon, a series of urgent bell tolls broke the tranquility of the outer gate.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a jade pendant hanging from his waist walked into the herb garden with a gloomy expression. This man was the head steward in charge of the outer sect's miscellaneous disciples, named Wang Xu, who had the cultivation level of the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm.

Behind him followed several ordinary managers of the medicinal garden, all looking flustered.

"What's going on? The purple fireworks are still three days away from blooming, why did they suddenly bloom early today?" Wang Xu asked sternly.

A steward, wiping away cold sweat, said in a trembling voice, "Perhaps the unusual fluctuations in the earth's spiritual energy last night accelerated the ripening of these purple flowers. Now that the buds have opened, if they aren't pollinated in time, this batch of spiritual herbs will be ruined!"

"Then hurry up and pollinate them! Call all the idle servants here!"

"But...but..." The steward looked troubled. "The pollen in the purple flowers is as light as a feather and contains a highly toxic substance that corrodes spiritual energy. If ordinary servants get close, they will damage their lungs and internal organs if they inhale the pollen. Moreover, it is extremely difficult to control the force when pollinating artificially. If you are not careful, the petals will fall off, causing the fruit to fail to form."

Wang Xu frowned. Purple Fireworks were the main ingredient for refining the Antidote Pill. If there was a problem with this batch of medicinal materials, he, as the head steward, would be in deep trouble if the higher-ups blamed him.

"Summon all the menial laborers at the late stage of Qi Refining and above, give each of them an antidote pill, and force them to undergo pollination! No refusing!" Wang Xu said through gritted teeth.

Soon, dozens of servants, including Shen Feng and Zhao Yuan, were summoned to the front of the Purple Firework Field.

In the flower field, purple mist swirled, purple fireworks bloomed, and petals, like silk, trembled gently in the wind, exuding a sweet fragrance.

Zhao Yuan stared at the purple mist, his face deathly pale: "This...this isn't pollination, this is playing with fire! The pollen will cause immediate harm, and even an antidote will only last for half an hour."

The other servants also looked fearful and hesitated to move forward.

"What are you all standing there for? Make your move!" Wang Xu roared, releasing his aura and forcing everyone to step forward without hesitation.

A servant, trembling, reached out with a specially made spirit brush, intending to dip it into the pollen.

However, as soon as his hand approached, the airflow from his breath stirred the petals, and the delicate flower withered and fell off instantly.

"Useless!" Wang Xu flicked the servant away with his sleeve. "Purple Fireworks cannot withstand foul air; you must hold your breath and concentrate!"

Several people tried, but all ended in failure. Some were poisoned by the pollen, while others damaged the flowers. As the flowering season was about to end, the purple mist in the flower field grew thicker and thicker, and Wang Xu's face grew darker and darker.

Shen Feng stood at the back of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the flower field. A thought struck him. He silently observed the structure of the purple fireworks and the characteristics of their pollen, and he had already made a plan. This was precisely where the wind could come in.

If this problem can be solved, perhaps higher privileges can be obtained, allowing access to more core areas, such as places closer to the ginseng fruit tree.

Thinking of this, he immediately stepped forward from the crowd and bowed slightly to Wang Xu: "Steward, this disciple is willing to give it a try."

Wang Xu was already in a bad mood when he saw a low-level Qi Refining servant step forward. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "You? If you ruin the spiritual medicine, I'll hold you responsible."