บท 1798: Immortals

A large effort was required to plant two types of immortal herbs in 13 Mu of spirit fields.

Duan Tianliang worked for a long time before planting a thousand immortal herb seeds in the 13 Mu of spirit fields. He was already drenched in sweat.

Night descended.

By now, the other medicinal farmers had already gone back to rest.

Duan Tianliang had not consumed so much energy in a long time and his body ached. Coupled with the mental blow he received from Su Zimo, he felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

He sat down on the spirit field and looked at the straw hut in the distance with a bitter expression, spitting fiercely.

"Damn it, one day, I'll trample you beneath my feet!"

Duan Tianliang cursed softly and laid down without caring about the mud on the ground.

Looking at the stars that filled the skies, Duan Tianliang felt a sense of fatigue. His eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep in the spirit field.