I’m Just a Spiritual Planter

Each spore was very tiny, dark red, and faintly glowing with internal energy. The condensation process was complex, requiring precise control over his spiritual power, which was funneled into each spore.

One by one, the spores formed, dropping into his palm. It took a few minutes to gather more, but the process was smooth, the spiritual essence of the Blast Mushroom merging effortlessly with the condensed seeds. 

Soon, he had condensed the spores Ram had asked for. Reluctantly, he handed them over, exchanging them for the Spirit Mushrooms Ram provided in return.

However, even after the deal was done, Yang Wei didn't leave. Despite the humiliation, a sense of curiosity—and perhaps a bit of pride—kept him rooted in place. 

He followed behind Ram, keeping a few paces back, a hint of resignation in his steps. His earlier scorn had dulled, but not disappeared entirely.