Mountain River Bead space.
While Xia Ping was undergoing his tribulation, Liu Rulan had also remained in the Mountain River Bead space these past few days to cultivate, gradually gaining a certain understanding of the place.
"Too rich."
That was Liu Rulan's first impression of the Mountain River Bead space. Inside this space, spiritual herbs and spiritual grains spread like clouds, countless and boundless.
With a single glance, she saw medicinal fields and farmland stretching for tens of thousands of kilometers.
And these were no ordinary spiritual grains, but supreme-grade varieties such as Crystal Fragrant Rice and Golden Corn. Across the entire universe, such grains counted as rare resources.
Yet within this space, they had been planted across hundreds of millions of square kilometers—far more than anyone could ever finish eating.
This was practically the lair of some obscenely rich tycoon.
Over the past few days, she had no idea how much spiritual rice she had eaten. She ate until she felt a little guilty; heaven knew how much it had cost. She had eaten so much that even her heart ached for it.
If outsiders saw her wasting spiritual rice like this, they would probably be so furious they'd cough up blood.
"But the benefits are enormous too."
Liu Rulan had to admit that it was precisely because she had squandered spiritual rice like this that her cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds these past few days. Her magical power had made a tremendous leap, equivalent to saving several hundred years of painstaking refinement.
Moreover, this spiritual rice could temper one's physique, making the blood and qi within her body surge and strengthening her body's potential.
No wonder great clans produced geniuses one after another and experts as numerous as clouds. The truth was, without resources, even the