Ji An had never obtained Grade 3 spirit rice before. As for the flaws the other party mentioned, they hardly counted for anything.
A spirit plant that had not been cultivated by cultivators could only grow wild. Low yields and poor flavor were perfectly normal.
Spirit rice growing in the wild lived at heaven's mercy. Its foremost priority was to survive tenaciously; only afterward came setting seed and reproducing.
True Person Shengyang's face showed a trace of embarrassment as he said:
"Spirit rice is a Water Element Spirit Plant, so it has not been given a name."
He put away the jade bottle the True Lord had handed over and took out the jade bottle containing the spirit rice seeds. He silently rejoiced that he had found the spirit seeds unusual and brought them along; otherwise, having a gift refused would have been rather embarrassing.
Ji An accepted the jade bottle and opened it, pouring out more than ten shriveled grains of spirit rice, each as long as a First-tier finger bone. Their color was grayish and not the least bit plump.
They felt slightly cool to the touch, somewhat like black rice, though their color was not pure enough. In short, their appearance was dreadful.
He sensed them for a moment. They were indeed Grade 3 Low-tier Water Element Spirit Plants, and his Spiritual Sense could feel a moist, refreshing chill within them.
Their spiritual energy content exceeded Pearl Blood Rice, but only by a limited amount. Their appearance was simply too poor.
True Person Shengyang, standing nearby, explained:
"Our clan's Spirit Farmers are only at the Origin Seeking level. After more than three hundred years of cultivation, we have harvested only ten batches. Cultivating spirit seeds of good quality remains a long and arduous road."
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