Very quickly, Xu Chunniang collected an entire gourdful of spirit rice.
She put away the spirit artifact, poured the spirit rice inside into a cloth sack, and estimated its weight at roughly two hundred pounds.
Xu Chunniang placed the bulging sack of spirit rice into her Storage Bag and continued putting away the spirit rice.
It took four full sacks before she finished collecting all the spirit rice on the ground.
Only the noticeably larger grains of spirit rice she had carefully cultivated remained uncollected.
Xu Chunniang took out a small sack specifically for these larger grains. She estimated that thirty-six stalks of spirit rice had yielded only a little over ten pounds of spirit rice.
Setting aside those larger grains, her harvest was astonishing, reaching more than eight hundred pounds.
This single harvest alone was enough to pay the spirit stones the sect required for an entire year.
With half a year remaining, she could completely plant another crop.
When that time came, every bit of the harvest would be hers. Even if she sold it to the sect at cost price, eight hundred pounds of spirit rice would still be worth four hundred spirit stones!
Xu Chunniang's heart thumped wildly. Four hundred spirit stones a year meant a full two thousand over five years!
And that did not even include the larger grains of spirit rice she had harvested.
Who said Spiritual Plant Cultivators had no prospects? What utter nonsense, what laughable absurdity.
Over the past half year, aside from the final month when the spirit rice was nearing maturity and Xu Chunniang spent somewhat more time in the spirit fields, she had not spent much time there otherwise, merely casting the Spiritual Rain Technique and Earth Moistening Technique at regular intervals.
All told, Xu Chunniang had spent