(First update)
Green hills and clear waters, birds singing and flowers fragrant.
The rolling mountain ranges lay horizontally like dragons, and at the foot of the mountains lay vast farmland. It was currently the autumn harvest season, and quite a few farmers were busy working in the fields every few days.
The line of sight gradually drifted into the distance. At the end of the farmland, following the rolled and leveled official road, a majestic castle stood proudly upon the earth, a banner painted with a white dragon hanging high in the void, fluttering in the wind.
This was the location of the Holy Dragon Sect. The tens of thousands of acres of farmland in the distance were all their private property, and the farmers in the fields were hired tenant farmers who did spring sowing and autumn harvesting for them, providing a steady stream of food.
The ancients had a saying: the poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts.
Even in this different world of Douroland, this reasoning still held true.
Once one became a Spirit Master, they had to undergo arduous training every day, striving to continuously upgrade. Maintaining physical consumption required a huge amount of diet, and even the lowest-grade Spirit Scholar had an appetite far exceeding that of ordinary people.
The founding patriarch of the Holy Dragon Sect back then clearly had great foresight and knew the truth of self-reliance, specially spending a huge sum of money to buy tens of thousands of acres of land to grow crops, which indeed provided a large amount of food for the Holy Dragon Sect to cultivate disciples for consumption.
Looking inward along the gate carved with the head of a white earth dragon, in a neat playground specially partitioned inside the castle, many young men and women