Sang Qing Peak.
Fang Xi rode his escaping light around the mountain once, and was fairly satisfied. "The Spiritual Energy is abundant, and the area is large enough to grow spirit rice and spirit medicines..."
High-level cultivators' cave dwellings were all very spacious. Following his requirements, Steward Liu had specially selected Sang Qing Peak for him.
Everything within a hundred miles of this peak belonged to his cave-dwelling grounds.
"My main body can also bring the Mountain Sea Pearl up here to cultivate... The Spiritual Energy here is even denser than at Demon Tree Ridge..."
With his hands behind his back, Fang Xi swept his divine sense inch by inch across the area.
Growing spirit rice and spirit medicines was merely a smokescreen. Even if the final harvest was poor, he could purchase large quantities of high-level spirit rice and spirit medicines from the Mortal Realm, then transport them to the Earth Immortal Realm for sale.
However, he still had to control the total quantity. It could not exceed the theoretical output of this hundred-mile cave dwelling, which was actually rather troublesome.
Fang Xi planned to lie flat. It was better to engage in this sort of behavior as little as possible.
In any case, as long as my main body cultivates peacefully, with his aptitude, he can spend several hundred years advancing to the mid-stage of Spirit Transformation even in the Lower Realm. There doesn't seem to be any need to rush?
A faint smile appeared at the corner of the External Incarnation's mouth.
Since his main body was not anxious, he naturally was in no hurry to improve his cultivation either.
"For now, I'll arrange the cave dwelling, then buy a yacht and go out to sea for some fun..."
With that thought, he slapped his storage pouch.