"Eating it would make you feel like you were floating in paradise..."
Hearing this, Xue Feng couldn't help but show a strange expression. "Senior, are you sure this is really just spirit wheat?"
"Of course."
Fang Mo nodded with complete certainty, then handed the flour in his hand to him. "Want to try some?"
"..."
Xue Feng hesitated slightly, but still dipped a little onto his finger and put it into his mouth.
It really had the texture of raw flour—dry, slick, sticky, with a distinctive wheat fragrance and the taste of raw starch. If he tasted carefully, there was even a faint hint of sweetness.
But not long after—
He sensed a dense concentration of spiritual energy within it.
"Hmm?"
Xue Feng looked surprised. Although this trace of spiritual energy could not compare to directly absorbing spirit stones, it far surpassed ordinary meditation. Moreover, the spiritual power was exceptionally mild and nourishing, greatly benefiting one's cultivation. "Senior, this spirit wheat of yours..."
"Remember this. From now on, this will be our sect's core business."
Fang Mo shook the small pinch of flour from his palm and looked at Xue Feng earnestly. "In truth, cultivation is no different from the Spiritual Field before us. As long as you're willing to grow wheat, you'll find that everything is within easy reach..."
"Uh..."
Xue Feng felt as though his CPU was about to burn out.
"Still, strictly speaking, our spirit wheat isn't quite good enough yet."
Fang Mo stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. "It's fine for ordinary rogue cultivators, but like you said, the powerful major sects all cultivate spirit rice for internal use, along with all kinds of pills. If our spirit noodles want to compete with them, we'll need to put more thought into it..."