"Buzz!"
A spell is cast, spiritual qi gathers.
Vast amounts of earth attribute spiritual qi, under the guidance of magical power, gather into the spirit field and slowly permeate it.
Zhang Yao is standing in front of the spirit field, hands clasped in a spell, chanting incantations, performing the "Fertile Soil Spiritual Technique" recorded in the "Thick Earth Spell".
This is a support skill, specifically used to absorb earth vein spiritual qi and nurture spirit fields. Because Zhang Yao didn't put much effort into it and lacked proficiency, he still needed gestures and incantations for assistance.
"Fellow Daoist Qingxu."
A tall and plump figure wobbled over, smiling:
"You've really worked hard, Daoist friend, coming to care for the spirit field as soon as you left seclusion."
"Just the other day, Fellow Daoist Zhao praised you, saying that with your spiritual technique the speed of nurturing spirit grass has increased quite a bit."
Zhang Yao smiled slightly, modestly:
