Chapter 107: Planting Blue Silver Grass
In the days that followed, as night fell, Liu Feng would teach Zhao Wuwei the Six Forms of Xingyi.
In a corner of the camp, Zhao Wuwei stood tall, his gaze focused as he practiced the famous moves. Every movement was devoted to him, striving for perfect precision.
Liu Feng stood nearby, his eyes sharp, not missing a single detail.
He patiently stepped forward and gently corrected Zhao Wuwei's form, explaining in detail the key points of power generation, from the solid foundation of the initial stance
to the explosive power of the punch.
At first, Zhao Wuwei's movements were a bit stiff, and his transitions weren't smooth. But under Liu Feng's meticulous guidance day after day, his progress was evident.
Each move became more and more fluid and natural, and his power and speed continued to improve, as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened.
Two weeks passed by like a fleeting moment, and Zhao Wuwei finally mastered the essence of the Six Forms of Xingyi.
During this time, Liu Feng fully integrated into the regular and fulfilling rhythm of life in the military camp.
As a spirit master assigned to healing the troops, Liu Feng's daily routine differed significantly from that of the soldiers on the front lines.
In the absence of large-scale fighting, the atmosphere in the barracks was relatively peaceful, with injuries rare.
His daily patients were mostly minor illnesses, suffering from colds caused by the changing weather, or gastrointestinal upsets caused by improper diet.
Liu Feng primarily oversaw surgery, utilizing his unique spirit skills to provide treatment.
Minor ailments like colds and stomach upsets fell outside his scope; those patients were handled by ordinary physicians.
Therefore, Liu Feng typically had little work to do.
The ease of his work afforded him more free time.
Knowing that time was precious, fleeting like sand in the palm of one's hand, Liu Feng decided to make the most of his free time by dedicating himself to cultivating blue silver grass.
He arrived at the designated planting area within the military camp. The land was flat, open, and sunny, perfect for nurturing life.
Carefully, Liu Feng removed blue silver grass seeds from his cloth bag. These seeds were small, delicate, and round, their surface gleaming with a faint blue glow, as if each one contained endless life energy, waiting only for the moment to break through the soil.
Slowly crouching, Liu Feng gently placed his hands in the soil, his movements gentle and focused, fearing any inadvertent damage to these precious seeds.
He evenly scattered the seeds one by one into the small holes he had dug, his movements skillful and methodical.
Then, he took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and focused all his attention. His soul energy surged through his body, and he began to unleash his second soul skill, "Endless Life."
Instantly, a gentle, life-giving soul energy flowed from his palms like a gurgling stream, gently enveloping each buried seed.
Nourished by this soul power, the seeds seemed imbued with the magical code of life, and within the darkness of the earth, they began their wondrous journey of budding.
After unleashing his second soul skill, Liu Feng straightened up, picked up the bucket beside him, and with determined steps, made his way back and forth between the water source and the planting site.
Clear water trickled down the bucket's rim, soaking the soil where the seeds lay, creating a sizzling sound, as if the earth were joyfully drinking.
Liu Feng gazed at the moist earth, imagining a vibrant sea of bluesilver grass.
Just three days later, the tender green tips of the shoots eagerly broke through the soil, poking their heads out.
Like a group of curious children, they cautiously surveyed this strange yet hopeful world.
Liu Feng crouched beside them in amazement, his eyes filled with loving care as he carefully observed these new lives.
Crystal clear water droplets clung to the tips of the buds, shimmering in the sunlight like dazzling diamonds, a precious testament to the birth of life.
Liu Feng wasn't content with this. He knew that cultivating the Blue Silver Grass was also a long and arduous journey of self-cultivation.
From then on, he continued to visit the Blue Silver Grass daily, unleashing his spirit abilities regardless of weather.
As time passed, the Blue Silver Grass flourished at an astonishing rate.
A week later, the once delicate seedlings had grown lush and green, their emerald green leaves swaying gently in the breeze, as if nodding in gratitude to Liu Feng, their diligent guardian.
The veins on the leaves were clearly visible, like a meticulously crafted map of life by nature, each leaf brimming with vibrant vitality and boundless energy.
Gazing at the thriving blue silver grass before him, Liu Feng felt a surge of accomplishment, like an artist completing a masterpiece.
He decided to emulate his experience in Liujia Village and network the roots of the blue silver grass throughout the camp.
He found a spot where the grass was most dense, slowly sat cross-legged, and after invoking his first soul skill, "Deep Roots,"
he closed his eyes and immersed himself in the world of soul power. He concentrated, mobilizing his soul power, his consciousness transforming into a soft yet resilient thread, slowly establishing a mysterious and wondrous connection with the blue silver grass.
Gradually, he felt his perception expand like ripples, encompassing most of the camp.
Although he could only vaguely sense the approximate location and trajectory of the people on the ground, this already gave him a sense of security, as if he had built an invisible line of defense, a reliable backup.
Under Liu Feng's meticulous care, the blue silver grass grew stronger and stronger, and the soldiers in the army gradually noticed the uniqueness of these newly grown blue silver grass.
Compared to naturally grown blue silver grass, they were more lush and resilient, exuding vibrant vitality and energy.
Because Liu Feng had not deliberately hidden the public's view during the planting process, everyone knew that this was his carefully constructed mimic training ground.
Therefore, no one intervened, instead drawing many curious and admiring glances.
Liu Feng began his cultivation journey amidst the vibrant blue silver grass.
He quietly nestled within its embrace, feeling at one with it, absorbing its vibrant energy.
The moment he unleashed his spirit abilities, the blue silver grass, as if summoned by some mysterious force, drew closer to him, its slender leaves gently touching his body as if providing a gentle massage.
Liu Feng could clearly sense his connection with the blue silver grass growing ever closer, like a bloodline.
The flow of spirit power within him became smoother, unimpeded.
He skillfully integrated the power of the blue silver grass into his cultivation. With every breath, he felt the life force pouring into him like a spring, nourishing every inch of his meridians.
He was completely immersed in this wondrous and wonderful experience, constantly comprehending the mysteries between his martial spirit and ordinary blue silver grass.