Indeed, spirit rice came in different grades and had different effects.
But as long as it could be successfully planted in the Earth Immortal Realm, raising its grade and cultivating new varieties with all manner of effects would be nothing more than a matter of spending extra time.
As for the skills of a spirit plant cultivator, he truly did not understand them—but someone did.
The Shaking Sea Ape, which had already successfully advanced to the Deity Transformation Stage, had been tinkering with such matters in the Small World all along. Managing mere spirit rice would be as easy as turning over his hand.
And if that still did not work, there were countless Spirit Plant Cultivators in the Qingping Domain. He could simply capture a few and take them back as laborers.
As he pondered, Fang Xiao had already arrived outside the city.
The stall owner from before had been rather detailed in his directions, so Fang Xiao found the "Old Man Li" he had mentioned without much effort.
Amid vast swathes of crimson spirit rice, an old farmer, seemingly advanced in years, was bent at the waist, doing something unknown.
Just then, a head suddenly popped up from beneath the rice field not far away.
"Dad, look! I caught a bug."
The boy was only around ten years old, barely a head taller than the spirit rice.
He held a pair of iron tongs, which were clamped around a brown caterpillar.
Hearing this, the old farmer straightened up as well. Yet rather than looking at the boy, he looked toward Fang Xiao, having already spotted him.
"A Mao, come here quickly."
He hurriedly pulled the boy behind him and watched Fang Xiao, who was slowly descending, with a wary expression.
After landing, Fang Xiao first snapped off a