Ji An stepped forward and placed his hand on the rough bark of the thinner peach tree.

He quietly felt the vibrant life force flowing within, the fire spirit power continuously rising; its intensity of life force indeed reached Tier Two Top Grade.

Over approximately forty-five years, at the top-grade spiritual vein node, he cultivated top-grade spiritual peaches.

If he hadn’t ventured out of the sect, Ji An believed he could have completed it in thirty years.

Based on this estimation, the emergence of top-grade spirit wood within Red Flame Peak should not be far off.

Compared to the first time he cultivated Tier Two top-grade spirit plants, his mood at this moment was much calmer, which is called diminishing happiness rate.

If one first obtains something valuable, they often consider it a treasure.

Upon acquiring the second, it won’t have the same cherished feeling as when they first got it.

If such things become common, the filter will be completely discarded, abandoned like an old shoe.

Ji An moved beside another spiritual peach tree, watching countless flower buds that blossomed within days. The sense of beauty was like Pigsy eating a ginseng fruit, with twelve thousand pores comfortably relaxing.

Numerous Purple Crystal Bees danced in circles, buzzing incessantly, yet the sound in his ears seemed to hold a special rhythm, full of harmony.

The spiritual peach bloomed thirty-plus years after reaching Tier Two top grade, and Ji An felt if he had remained in the sect, this time could be advanced by at least ten years.

Facing the sky with open arms, he narcissistically said:

"Cultivating Tier Two top-grade spirit wood, the reward is five thousand great merit. Will the sect go bankrupt because of this?"

He chuckled softly. If the time span extends, the sect would certainly benefit the most.

However, if he quickly cultivated multiple Tier Two top-grade spirit woods within a short period, it would surely impact the sect’s merit system, as the rewards of great merit would be equivalent to advancing the future.

Ji An touched his chin, recalling his master’s experiences. From the time the top-grade spiritual peach tree starts to bloom, until the fruits gradually mature, it takes approximately thirty-six years.

His planting technique is far superior to his master’s, uncertain of how much he could compress the time.

Spirit fruits, spirit medicine only need to gather enough spiritual power to naturally mature.

The tier of spiritual vein and the strength of planting technique both influence the maturity time, but due to species limitations, this maturity time cannot be infinitely shortened.

For example, the fastest maturation time for Yellow Sprout Rice is seven or eight days, with a yield of over four hundred pounds per acre.

Even if Spirit Rice is planted in Tier Three spirit fields and cultivated using Golden Core level planting techniques, it cannot be compressed to six days, nor will the yield exceed five hundred pounds per acre.

This is the ’gene lock’ of the species, unless a major mutation occurs, otherwise, this shackle will never be broken.

However, a major mutation to Spirit Rice would essentially be a new variety and no longer belong to the same system as Yellow Sprout Rice.

A finger-long Purple Crystal Bee rested on Ji An’s hair to take a break. Days will only get better for these Spirit Bees.

He shook his head to drive away the bees and then performed a spell, sequentially releasing Azure Dragon Shocking Skill, Zhurong Divine Fire Spell, and Yellow Dragon Essence Enhancement Skill.

The Cyan Dragon’s Sky Chant sounded like spring thunder, and the struggle for spring among ten thousand woods followed, the vibrant magic intent instantly swept across the land.

The land turned into a sea of fire, magic intent transformed, and Ji An faintly sensed a burning sensation.

A tremor emanated from the depths of the earth, a subtle shake underfoot, spiritual power from deep within Earth Vein burst forth, nourishing the magic intent, rising like warmth from radiator pipes during winter.

Hands behind his back, he left with calm.

After walking out of the medicinal garden, he took out two communication golden swords, notifying Zhengyang Ancestor and Senior Brother Zhang Zizhao of the news here.

Reporting to the ancestor was to gain commendation, informing senior brother Zhang was to record it at Diligence Hall.

Two golden lights faded into the sunset’s glow as he clapped his hands, eyes revealing undiminished pride.

...

Light twisted within the teleportation array, Ji An appeared at Red Flame Peak.

He stepped out of the stone house, just in time to see the Rock Armor Bear jog into its cave with a large and sturdy butt, its short tail swinging.

This bear forages and plays at sunrise, returning at sunset, living extremely routinely.

Normally, when moonlight shines upon its cave entrance, this fellow would certainly be fast asleep.

Ji An really couldn’t understand why a demon beast already at Ninth-Layer Foundation Establishment could sleep so much!

He flew on a cloud to the side of the Cold Pool, where an evening meal was already set on the stone table, Spirit Wine poured into cups, and hot dishes kept under large bowls.

Upon seeing the auspicious cloud descend, Zhang Xueling immediately removed the bowl.

"Master Ancestor, please enjoy your meal slowly."

Ji An nodded slightly, sat down and said:

"You go ahead and busy yourself."

Without conditions for Water Eating and Qi Walking in the sect, three meals a day had become indispensable for him.

Grilled fish and clear-braised fish head are his favorites, with the downside being it’s difficult to raise large fish in the Cold Pool, so these ingredients, merely late-stage Qi Refining groupers.

But such days are coming to an end, waiting for Water Element Divine Mansion Perfection, the concentration of spiritual qi within the Cold Pool will quickly increase, by then cultivating Foundation Establishment-level Spirit Fish will be no problem.

After indulging in food and drink, Ji An strolled to the orchard by the pool, starting his four-day cycle of spellcasting.

The Canglan Spirit Mist Tree is currently only Tier Two Middle-grade Spirit Plants, its fruits somewhat resemble mangoes but are much larger.

The fruit skin is green with white cloud mist patterns; when the skin turns to an aqua blue, it indicates maturity.

Ji An estimates that within four to five months, he can taste the Spirit Fog Fruit.

...

In the Fire Fruit Garden, the leaves of the Lingxiao Cloud Tree resemble frost-covered maple leaves, vividly red, extremely eye-catching.