Ye Lin glanced at the Sword Demon, then slowly made his way into the farmland the Sword Demon had just indicated.
Once inside, Ye Lin saw this so-called farmland.
This was no ordinary field at all.
A plot of land roughly ten mu in size lay before him, dark as iron and crisscrossed with cracks.
From the depths of every fissure gleamed a faint chill, while an exceedingly subtle yet unceasing sound of metal grinding against metal drifted up from underground, as though countless invisible swords were honing themselves against one another and colliding below.
This entire field was practically a miniature Sword Domain, plowed countless times by invisible Sword Qi and then forcibly suppressed.
As for the so-called sword grass, Ye Lin did not see a single stalk. Only along the edges of certain cracks did he occasionally spot a few silver leaf buds, finer than strands of hair and nearly transparent, curled up so fragilely that they seemed ready to shatter at any moment.
"How am I supposed to plant this thing? And how am I meant to make it grow within a hundred years?"
Looking at the scene before him, Ye Lin folded his arms and stroked his chin, sinking into thought.
This was even more difficult than he had imagined.
"Sword grass is neither metal nor wood. It is a spiritual plant born from the chance resonance between the lingering intent of ten thousand swords in this place and the spiritual energy of the earth veins. What it feeds on is not water or soil, but Sword Intent and An Ning."
As Ye Lin pondered, the Sword Demon's voice drifted over from afar.
"It feeds on Sword Intent, and it also feeds on An Ning?"
Ye Lin seized upon this seemingly contradictory key point.
"Correct."
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