All the spirit plants had been harvested.

Jiang Chen was merely a Qi Condensation stage Wood Spirit Root cultivator, yet in terms of Lifespan, he was already no different from a Golden Core ancestor.

The sky had completely darkened. The enormous moon shone with a bright, solitary light.

The freshly harvested Spirit Farm was exceptionally quiet at this moment. There was neither the clamor of insects nor the continuous croaking of frogs.

The tranquil atmosphere allowed Jiang Chen to relax completely.

He sat at the rest table, placing a cup of cold tea in his left palm. He slightly stirred the Fire spiritual power within his dantian.

Sizzle.

Instantly, the icy tea began to boil.

Jiang Chen sipped the steaming hot tea while waiting for Wang Ze’s return.

Time passed, second by second. The night breeze grew increasingly gentle, carrying the desolate chill of autumn.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen sensed something and looked toward the sky.

Vaguely, something was approaching rapidly. Even with the moonlight illuminating the scene, it remained unclear to the naked eye. Only through his spiritual sense could he barely catch its trace.

“Junior Brother Jiang!” Wang Ze’s voice rang out from above.

Jiang Chen realized his employer had returned.

However, Wang Ze’s entire body appeared semi-transparent. Only after dismounting from the back of the large, color-changing butterfly did he become fully visible.

Immediately, Jiang Chen stepped forward to greet him.

Wang Ze swept a glance over the Spirit Farm. Seeing all the spirit plants harvested and neatly arranged, the smile on his face brightened even more. “As expected of you, Junior Brother. You managed to finish everything in half a day. If it were someone else, it would have taken at least two or three days.”

Jiang Chen smiled faintly. “Since I’m helping Senior Brother with the harvest, I naturally have to put in the effort.”

Hearing this, Wang Ze’s eyes shone with satisfaction. He took out some food from his storage pouch. “You’ve worked hard, Junior Brother. This is medicinal cuisine I brought from the Alchemy Hall. It not only contains abundant Spirit Qi but can also repair physical damage.”

Jiang Chen’s eyes lit up.

Although he had taken a Top-quality Vitality Pill and currently didn’t feel hungry—in fact, he felt quite energetic—this was something Wang Ze had specifically brought for him from the Alchemy Hall.

He immediately accepted it and began eating heartily.

Truth be told, although it was a bit cold, it was extremely delicious.

There was a large bowl of High-quality Spirit Rice cooked into a wolfberry and lily congee. The fragrance of rice mixed with the delicate scent of medicinal herbs created a layered flavor profile. The congee was sweet but not cloying; soft, glutinous, and smooth. Every grain was plump and juicy. With one bite, sweet nectar burst forth.

There was also a pot of angelica root, ginger, and mutton soup. Although ginger is pungent, it dispels cold, making it perfect for consumption in autumn and winter. The mutton soup was savory and rich. Upon entering the mouth, the aroma of the meat rushed up into the nose. The mutton was tender, smooth, and springy to the bite, with fatty parts that melted instantly.

As he ate, Jiang Chen felt a warm current stirring in his stomach, and his complexion became exceptionally rosy.

This medicinal cuisine from the Alchemy Hall truly had remarkable effects.

While Jiang Chen ate, Wang Ze enveloped all the spirit plants with his spiritual sense.

Before leaving, he had cataloged everything about them: the exact quantity, the quality, whether they were mature, and whether they were damaged. He knew everything clearly.

While one should trust those they employ, one shouldn’t suffer losses blindly.

Fortunately, compared to before he left, the current quantity and quality showed no significant difference. In fact, due to the careful harvesting, the yield was even slightly better than expected.

“Finished eating.”

Not long after, Jiang Chen polished off all the medicinal cuisine. The wolfberry lily congee and angelica ginger mutton soup were eaten clean. Nothing remained in the bowls.

Wang Ze said with a cheerful smile, “Junior Brother Jiang has worked hard. This is the previously agreed-upon reward.”

He handed over three Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Jiang Chen quickly accepted them. “Thank you for your help, Senior Brother. This Junior Brother will remember it.”

Hearing this, Wang Ze felt relieved internally and stepped forward. “Junior Brother Jiang, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to cooperate in the future. Moreover, if you ever need this Senior Brother’s help, just mention it; don’t stand on ceremony!”

Jiang Chen’s eyes lit up, and he immediately seized the opportunity. “This Junior Brother wishes to buy some pills, but I don’t have any acquaintances at the Alchemy Hall and fear being taken advantage of.”

Wang Ze asked curiously, “What pills do you need?”

Jiang Chen replied, “My cultivation realm has reached late-stage Qi Condensation. Fearing being stuck at Qi Condensation perfection without progress, I wish to prepare a Foundation Pill in advance.”

Wang Ze waved his hand dismissively. “Merely a Foundation Pill? Don’t worry about it, Junior Brother. In a few days, once that friend at the Alchemy Hall has some free time, I’ll personally take you to meet him.”

“Many thanks, Senior Brother!” Jiang Chen promptly clasped his hands and bowed.

Wang Ze patted his shoulder.

Thus, their relationship returned to its former cordial state.

Next, the two drank another cup of hot tea and chatted pleasantly for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Chen stood up to take his leave.

“Take care on your way, Junior Brother!” Wang Ze personally saw him off outside the fence gate.

“Senior Brother, rest early!” Jiang Chen waved, then summoned his [Giant Leaf] and soared into the air.

There were no issues along the way.

As he drew closer and closer to his own Spirit Farm—even able to see Da Huang’s green glowing eyes in the distance—suddenly, a slight vibration came from his storage pouch.

Clearly, someone wanted to communicate using a Communication Talisman.

To be honest, for a brief moment, Jiang Chen’s heart tightened, thinking it might be Wang Ze realizing something was missing.

But upon taking out the Communication Talisman, he saw it wasn’t him.

“Fellow Daoist Cai! This is Shen Peng from the Loose Cultivator market! So sorry to disturb you so late! I’m holding a wedding banquet the day after tomorrow; will you come?”

Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned.

It seemed it really was time to visit the Loose Cultivator market again.

At this moment, Shen Peng felt anxious inside—even more nervous than during his first wedding night. After all, this person was an immortal sect disciple!

Not long after, Jiang Chen responded.

Upon hearing the affirmative reply, Shen Peng immediately became excited and hurriedly said, “When you arrive, just say something; I’ll personally come out to welcome you!”

Jiang Chen responded indifferently, “Alright.”

“Then I won’t disturb your rest any further!” Not daring to waste time, Shen Peng hastily ended the communication.

Setting down the Communication Talisman, Jiang Chen became thoughtful.

Shen Peng already had a wife, yet here he was, still single.

But what could he do? Back when he had only a Wood Spirit Root, he only wanted to find a Water Spirit Root Dao Companion.

Firstly, for bearing children with Spirit Roots. Secondly, for casting the [Minor Rain Spell] on his Spirit Farm.

Now that he possessed dual Wood-Fire Spirit Roots, his standards had shifted. Even if he wanted to find one, she must have a Wood Spirit Root or dual Water-Wood Spirit Roots.

Conditions had changed, naturally making it harder to find a match.

Maybe someday I should call Jin Fugui and Mo Yu and go take a look at the Flower Sea or some matchmaking place again?