"Vendor, what kinds of seeds do you have? Do you have any you cultivated yourself?"
Fang Xiao crouched before the stall and vaguely pointed at several sacks casually laid out on the ground.
In truth, a careful glance would reveal that while the stalls along this street sold quite a variety of things, ninety percent of the goods were packed in ordinary cloth sacks.
There was nothing particularly remarkable inside them either. They were all Spirit Rice Seeds.
Over the past year, although Fang Xiao had not strayed too far from Qingping City, he had still traveled through many places within the Qingping Domain.
Across the boundless wilderness, there was scarcely any trace of wild grass or untamed trees. All that remained were Spirit Fields, reclaimed and evenly divided.
And aside from Spirit Rice, those fields were planted with nothing but Spirit Rice.
What surprised him was that these Spirit Fields had not been sown with some single high-grade, high-yield variety of Spirit Rice.
Instead, there was a dazzling array of varieties—Spirit Rice of every grade and type imaginable, a truly bewildering assortment.
Only after asking around did he learn that the Qingping Domain was small, sparsely populated, and possessed no special products.
Thus, the Profound Jade Sect had decided to vigorously promote Spirit Rice cultivation. They divided the farmland among those willing to farm it, requiring only twenty percent of each harvest as payment.
Although the path of martial cultivation differed greatly from that of cultivators, the resources required were not lacking in the slightest. Thus, most martial cultivators could not escape the plight of resource scarcity.
Growing Spirit Rice did not bring in much, but it was still an income, enough to keep one from merely muddling through life and waiting for death.
Naturally, there were no shortage