After thoroughly experiencing the wonders of the fifth-grade Divine Evolution Scripture, Lu Xuan calmed his mind and began inspecting his spiritual fields. Having been away from his cave dwelling for some time, almost all the spiritual plants in his fields were in a state of desperate need, each with its own unique requirements.
Lu Xuan first approached the second-grade Water Firefly Grass. Two hundred stalks of the grass had already reached maturity, their slender, azure leaves connected together, glowing faintly like countless stars twinkling in the night sky.
"My cultivation progress depends entirely on you all," Lu Xuan thought to himself. With a wave of his hand, clouds gathered above the Water Firefly Grass, and a fine drizzle of spiritual rain began to fall, thoroughly quenching the thirst of the parched plants.
After tending to the numerous Water Firefly Grass, Lu Xuan wasted no time and moved on to the Sword Grass. He continuously executed various sword techniques and formations—Four Seasons Sword Art, wind and thunder sword qi, Thousand Hawks Sword Art, and the Peacock Sword Formation. The sword qi howled through the air, causing the Sword Grass to tremble with delight.
"It feels like I'm handing in homework," Lu Xuan mused as he performed different sword techniques in front of various Sword Grass. He felt as though he was being subtly guided by the grass, his sword skills growing more refined and proficient with each passing day.
"Could it be that I, who never intended to cultivate the sword path, am quietly becoming a sword master?" A ridiculous thought flashed through Lu Xuan's mind, but he shook his head and continued tending to his spiritual plants.
