The morning after Professor Devika's special session, Krishak rose before dawn as usual.
Lunafang was still asleep by the window, his silver fur glowing faintly in the moonlight that lingered across the floor.
Krishak carefully took out the pouch of seeds and herb cuttings.
Each one was valuable.
Not because of its immediate worth, but because it represented self-sufficiency.
In cultivation, relying entirely on outside resources was dangerous.
A true cultivator learned to create what he needed.
Medicine.
Weapons.
Formations.
Knowledge.
And, when necessary, an entire ecosystem.
Krishak smiled faintly at the thought.
One day, he intended to build an academy where every discipline supported the others.
This small garden would be a modest first step.
After breakfast, Krishak visited Professor Devika.
He bowed respectfully.
"Professor, may I request a small plot in the academy greenhouse for personal research?"
Devika looked up from her notes.
"Most first-year students would ask for additional combat training."
Krishak replied, "Medicinal knowledge is equally important."
The professor's eyes softened with approval.
She opened a drawer and handed him a brass key.
"Greenhouse Room Seven. It is currently unused."
Krishak accepted the key with both hands.
"Thank you, Professor."
The room was modest but well maintained.
Sunlight entered through reinforced glass panels.
Several raised beds lined the walls.
A central worktable held basic cultivation tools.
Most importantly, the ambient spiritual energy was stable.
Krishak inspected the soil carefully.
The quality was decent by Earth's standards.
With a few adjustments, it would be more than sufficient.
Lunafang padded through the room, sniffing each corner before settling near the entrance.
Clearly, he approved.
Krishak spent the afternoon improving the growing beds.
He removed impurities, balanced the moisture level, and mixed in nutrient-rich compost.
Using his advanced understanding of plant cultivation, he adjusted the environment to suit both ordinary herbs and spirit plants.
Though the process appeared simple, every movement was precise.
By the time he finished, the room's spiritual fluctuations had become noticeably smoother.
Even the air felt fresher.
Krishak arranged the herbs according to their elemental affinities.
Moonveil Vine was placed in the corner with the strongest lunar exposure.
Silverleaf occupied the central bed.
Spirit Mint and Frostroot were planted along the cooler northern side.
After sowing the seeds, Krishak watered them with a diluted herbal solution.
He then circulated a thread of pure spiritual energy through the soil.
The seeds responded almost immediately.
Tiny sprouts began to emerge.
Lunafang barked in surprise.
Krishak chuckled softly.
"With proper care, they will grow quickly."
As he worked, Krishak considered the broader significance of this project.
The garden would provide:
Medicinal ingredients for potions.
Resources for future alchemy experiments.
Specialized herbs for Lunafang's bloodline.
A practical training environment.
It would also serve as a prototype.
One day, Meera and other disciples would oversee gardens far larger and more sophisticated than this.
Late in the afternoon, Professor Devika stopped by to inspect the room.
She looked around in visible surprise.
"You transformed this place in a single day."
Krishak bowed modestly.
"I adjusted the soil conditions."
Devika examined the beds and nodded slowly.
"Your understanding exceeds that of many advanced students.
She paused, then added, "Continue your work here. If you require ordinary supplies, inform me."
Krishak thanked her sincerely.
That evening, Lunafang began helping in his own way.
Using his keen senses, he quickly detected pests hidden beneath the soil.
Krishak rewarded him with a small treat.
The cub wagged his tail proudly.
"Good," Krishak said. "Every member of a team should contribute."
Lunafang barked in agreement.
Over the next several days, the greenhouse became part of Krishak's daily routine.
He checked soil conditions.
Recorded growth rates.
Experimented with nutrient mixtures.
And quietly expanded his understanding of Earth's flora.
The plants flourished under his care.
Moonveil Vine in particular responded strongly to both moonlight and Krishak's pure spiritual energy.
Its silver leaves unfurled with remarkable vigor.
As the first healthy sprouts filled the greenhouse, Krishak felt a quiet sense of satisfaction.
This small garden was not merely a source of herbs.
It was another piece of the future he intended to create.
A future where knowledge, cultivation, and practical professions were united into a complete system.
Lunafang curled up near the worktable as Krishak finished recording the day's observations.
Outside, evening settled over the academy.
Inside Greenhouse Room Seven, a handful of seeds had begun to grow.
And with them, so had the foundations of something far greater.