In the blink of an eye, another two months had passed. Nothing had happened during this time, and soon, it was harvest season once more. By this time, Qingming had cultivated 3 million mu of farmland and was home to 1.2 million residents. It had also cleared an additional 50,000 mu of spirit fields, yielding 10 million catties of spirit rice every half-year.

This season’s grain harvest totaled 600 million catties in total—a figure that posed a heavy burden for Qingming as a whole. Consequently, Wei Yuan mobilized his forces from the very beginning. Aside from the 10,000 elite troops who continued their regular training, all other soldiers were called upon to assist with the harvest.

As the crops ripened, spirit qi surged continuously throughout the Great Realm, and the spirit rain kept falling almost without interruption. Although the immortal plants hadn’t received any worldly reward, the growing concentration of worldly origin qi still accelerated their growth day by day.

Meanwhile, the Bay Laurel Immortal Tree had completely severed...