Xu Chunniang raised an eyebrow.
Their method was rather clumsy, but it was genuinely effective. She could not afford to waste time.
Besides, she had no desire to squander her time on these people.
Xu Chunniang directly took out the array talisman and formed several talisman seals.
The formation abruptly changed. The white mist entwined around it suddenly dispersed, revealing the spiritual field's original appearance.
The spiritual field was utterly bare. Forget spiritual rice—even a single weed could not be seen.
"How could this be? There's actually nothing inside!"
"Impossible! Did she pull up all that spiritual rice?"
Several people were stunned by the sight before them. Before coming here, they had guessed at the outcome. Most likely, Xu Chunniang's spiritual rice would be like their own and fail to bear ears.
But there had also been a slim possibility that Xu Chunniang's spiritual field had not been infected.
Yet this scene before them was something they truly had never anticipated.
"The spiritual rice suffered a disaster and failed to head for so long. Since it would not head, why should I keep it? Naturally, I pulled it all out."
Xu Chunniang studied the expressions on their faces and spoke calmly.
Yet inwardly, she felt rather fortunate. After every harvest of spiritual rice, she always tidied the spiritual field while preparing for the next planting. Otherwise, today would have been troublesome.
Zhou Cang refused to believe that explanation. He suddenly lifted his head to stare at Xu Chunniang, pressing her aggressively.
"The entire Spiritual Plant Peak suffered an insect infestation. No one else pulled up their spiritual rice, so why were you the only one? Are you trying to conceal something?"
Xu Chunniang sneered, impatience flashing through her eyes.
"Whether they were willing to pull theirs out was their business.