Half a day later, the Spiritual Medicine within the Medicine Field had become much sparser, and the ground was littered with pits and hollows.
Zhao Sheng was extremely careful as he placed the last stalk of Red Fire Ganoderma into his Storage Bag.
Then, he took out the spirit medicine seeds he had prepared in advance, carefully scattered them into the vacated spaces of the Medicine Field, and finally covered them with soil.
After completing these tasks, Zhao Sheng suddenly realized he had encountered another thorny issue.
What should he do with the Green Blood Treasure Tree?
The space in his Storage Bag was limited; there was no way he could take it with him.
To kill the goose that laid the golden eggs?
Such folly, Zhao Sheng would never commit.
As long as the Green Blood Treasure Tree was alive, it would continuously produce Green Blood.
Steady gains were the true path to success!
After pondering for a while, Zhao Sheng decided not to tamper with it for now.