Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. The spiritual plants an Immortal Emperor had cultivated for thirty thousand years were indeed anything but ordinary.
They were actually this miraculous?
Shangguan Feng'er was equally stunned.
She now almost understood. It was because Qitian Peak lay beneath the Immortal Dao's shroud that these spiritual plants had been unable to grow all this time.
The moment they were planted in the Lower Realm and touched the aura of this world's Primordial Land, along with all kinds of Great Dao laws, these spiritual plants immediately began displaying their wonders.
"Elder Brother, I'll go back and move all the spiritual plants from Qitian Peak over here!" Shangguan Feng'er said decisively.
If all those spiritual plants that could not bear fruit on Qitian Peak took root and sprouted in the Lower Realm, how terrifying would the final result be?
Zhang Yang's expression turned exceptionally solemn as he pointed at the green vine and lotus. "Seven flowers can produce, at most, seven gourds.
"As the Mountain God who planted them here, Cangwu has earned this opportunity himself. He gets priority in choosing one gourd.
"Of the remaining gourds, your Qitian Peak can choose four, and leave two for me.
"As for the lotus, we still cannot tell whether it is the lotus flower itself or the lotus seeds that will take effect.
"If it is the flower, then of the thirteen lotus petals, Cangwu gets priority in choosing two, I get four, and your Qitian Peak gets seven.
"If it is the seeds, they will be divided in the same way.
"Report my distribution plan to your master and ask whether she finds it reasonable.
"The spiritual plants your Qitian Peak moves down later will be divided in the same manner."
Those previous spiritual plants had never borne any results.