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"So powerful?"

"Of course. Like the Fragrant Elixir King Grass, it cannot be cultivated with precision by human hands. It is nature's gift."

At the words "nature's gift," Bian Chunchou froze. "So, right now we..."

"That's right, Junior Brother. We're picking up scraps from someone else's table, and that 'someone' is the natural Heavenly Dao."

Bian Chunchou: ...You think I'd believe that nonsense? You just want to trick me into farming!

His senior brother regretfully rubbed his fingers together. Ah, junior brothers these days were getting harder and harder to fool. So was that little junior grand-uncle next door. Wind cultivation was simply too useful—someone could actually be born with the ability to sense the differences in every single spiritual plant.

Note, not every variety, but every individual spiritual plant that had grown naturally.

The innate advantage of a Mutated Wind Spiritual Root in terms of affinity with spiritual plants was simply unmatched—one could even call it terrifyingly astonishing.

Wen Xu had noticed it too. In truth, he had vaguely sensed it as early as the Cloud-Breaking Secret Realm. But later, after joining Yonglu Mountain and becoming Divine Venerable Cheng Wei's disciple, with an Integrated Body Great Talent as his master, this gift of his had been diminished.

Or rather, because his knowledge had been limited, he had never considered identifying spiritual plants to be an important talent.

Wen Xu was a scholar, raised on the books of sages. Though those books all said that farming and sericulture formed the foundation of a nation, and though the common people's rank appeared to be scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, orderly and well-arranged, in reality the scholarly clans stood above all other classes. The remaining three merely acted according to the scholarly clans' preferences. As for farming and sericulture, in his childhood