The Larger the Sect, the More Geniuses It Has; the Smaller the Sect, the More Extraordinary Its Geniuses Are

"Reporting to you, Immortal."

The long-haired man leaned down respectfully. "...I'm a farmer who grows crops nearby."

"Emmm..."

Seeing the long-haired man's exceedingly humble attitude, Fang Mo could not help falling into thought.

Although the man wore coarse hemp clothing, with slightly messy black hair hanging down his back, and had even deliberately smeared some soot across his face to blend in with the crowd of Villagers, making him look no different from an ordinary person at first glance, Fang Mo still caught a subtle discrepancy.

First was the man's complexion.

Rather than wheat-colored, the undertone of his skin was a little too fair.

And unlike the frightened and bewildered village men around him, although the long-haired man had lowered his head as well, his demeanor was perfectly measured—humble without being discourteous.

There was another particularly important point.

The real Villagers had somewhat dull eyes, but their vitality was fairly decent.

This man, however, was the complete opposite. Although a glint of sharpness hid in his eyes, he looked weak and drained overall, with sunken eye sockets and a thin frame, as though his kidney essence had been utterly depleted.

...Just his temperament alone made him completely out of place among ordinary Villagers, didn't it?

"You said you were a farmer, right?"

After thinking for a moment, Fang Mo directly asked, "Then let me ask you... how do you usually grow rice?"

"Hm?"

The long-haired man was clearly taken aback, but he quickly replied, "Reporting to you, Immortal, this humble one has grown rice at the foot of the mountain year after year and does have some experience. To grow rice, one must first plow—"

"Bullshit!"

Before he could finish speaking.

A robust voice suddenly rang out from nearby. "Who grows rice year after year? If you don't figure out