The instant Su Jiu set foot on the Yin River Continent, she realized it was not what she had imagined.
She had thought yin energy would run rampant here. After all, Ghost Cultivators made up the largest population on this land.
Everyone knew that Ghost Cultivators favored yin energy, so it was only natural for Su Jiu, who had never been here before, to make that assumption.
Yet everything here was rather different from what Su Jiu had envisioned.
At least the stretch of land beneath her feet was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Spiritual Qi abounded, and everything brimmed with life. Nothing about it suggested that this was land belonging exclusively to Ghost Cultivators.
As Su Jiu surveyed the area, Chu Luohen could not help stealing a glance at her, then quickly withdrew his gaze.
"Junior Granduncle, this place seems different from what I read in the Nine Provinces Gazetteer."
This was not Chu Luohen's first visit, so he naturally understood Su Jiu's confusion.
"You must have read a very old edition of the Nine Provinces Gazetteer. A long time ago, this place really was as the book described: yin energy ran rampant, all living things withered, and an air of decay hung over everything."
"But three thousand years ago, they began making improvements."
A flash of insight struck Su Jiu, and she immediately understood why they had done so. "It was because they needed to survive too, and most people in this world are Dao Cultivators. If they wanted to trade resources, others would only accept spiritual items containing Spiritual Qi, not objects steeped in yin energy.
"So, to survive, they had to start growing spiritual plants and trading with outsiders for the resources they needed. Over time, it became what we see now?"
Chu Luohen gave