Yuanqing Prefecture

Qinlan City, Fang Zelin held a map in his hand, head bowed in deep thought.

I've already been to Twin Moon Pool and Falling Stream Mountain.

I've already been to both places, so now I could go and see Riverside Mountain.

At the Riverside Mountain lies the Qinlin River; these two places seem quite suitable.

Fang Zelin was wearing a black lower garment, a white inner garment, and a light blue outer garment.

The collar of the light blue outer garment was embroidered with tender bamboo.

After putting away the map in front of him, Fang Zelin strolled forward.

At this moment, Fang Zelin was no longer troubled by whether he could find those immortal mountains.

After nearly half a year of training at Falling Stream Mountain, his sword intent has been completely integrated into Bearing the Heavens Sword.

Fang Zelin felt that there was nothing wrong with appreciating the magnificent landscape of the Great Jin while cultivating along the way.

The purpose of finding those cultivators is to cultivate oneself; this journey itself is also a form of cultivation.

Having figured this out, it seems there's no need to obsessively search for other cultivators.

The reason I haven't encountered other cultivators is probably just that my own fortuitous opportunity hasn't arrived yet.

In addition, his cultivation improved somewhat in Falling Stream Mountain. He not only entered that mountain once, but he also felt that he had gained more understanding of the Supreme Sensitivity Technique, and the technique improved accordingly.

With that thought in mind, Fang Zelin hummed a little tune and walked forward.

Not long after leaving the Qinlan City, one can see acres of farmland along the roadside.

At this moment, in the fields, the rice ears on countless crops are already visible, with a lot of rice grains growing. It is not yet harvest time, but the heavy rice grains have already bent the rice ears.

At first glance, the crops all bowed down, yet it was a very pleasing sight.

"If I remember correctly, I should have used the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique spell here as well."

Fang Zelin glanced around, thought carefully for a moment, and then muttered something to himself.

When he was cultivating in Falling Stream Mountain, he didn't just cultivate. At night, he would leave Falling Stream Mountain and irrigate the surrounding fields with spiritual rain.

Looking at the rice in the fields, all of which looked like they were going to yield a bountiful harvest, Fang Zelin was naturally happy.

In a cheerful mood, Fang Zelin walked forward with much lighter steps.

In the nearby fields, you can see many farmers weeding under the scorching sun, and not far away you can see several scarecrows used to scare away birds.

The farmers toiled in the fields, sweating profusely, but their faces were filled with joy.

If you listen carefully, you can probably hear a little bit of their quiet conversation.

They were both saying that their crops were growing very well this year, and that it looked like they were going to have a bumper harvest!

If we can just hold on for a few more months, it will be harvest season.

The other farmers also smiled broadly upon hearing this, clearly pleased because their crops were growing well.

After walking along the official road for a while,

I asked a fellow villager along the way to make sure I hadn't gone the wrong way, when suddenly I heard thunder boom in the sky, followed by raindrops falling.

Just moments later, he saw the rain in the distance merge into one, and the sound of rushing water could be heard.

It's like someone in the sky is holding a huge basin and splashing water directly down.

"We've only been out for a short while, why is it raining already?"

Fang Zelin looked up at the sky, glanced around, and when he saw a rain pavilion ahead, he quickly walked towards it.

By the time Fang Zelin approached, he saw that quite a few people were already taking shelter from the rain in the pavilion.

The pavilion wasn't very big, and when Fang Zelin went inside, he immediately felt that it was a bit crowded.

Inside the pavilion, there were porters carrying loads of fruit, presumably homegrown.

There were also a few old men, a few scholars, and a few more martial arts practitioners.

Upon seeing someone enter, the group glanced at them and then ignored them.

They were all there to take shelter from the rain in the pavilion, and Fang Zelin had a sword on his back.

The sword looked like nothing more than an ordinary, sharp blade.

"The price of grain has indeed risen far too much this year."

Fang Zelin had just sat down, intending to wait for the rain to stop before going out, when he heard several old men sighing beside him.

"Yes, I heard that someone was buying up grain in large quantities in Yuanqing Prefecture, which caused the price of grain to rise significantly."

"Yuanqing Prefecture? Isn't that area near Black Bear Ridge? I've heard there are quite a few demons in Black Bear Ridge. There haven't been many people in Yuanqing Prefecture, so why are there people buying grain there?"

An elderly man standing nearby was quite surprised upon hearing this.

"Who knows? Anyway, I've heard that they've built a lot of granaries over there and are buying up grain everywhere. They're also planting much more land this year than in previous years. I've also heard that Yuanqing Prefecture is constantly buying grain from foreign merchants."

Upon hearing this, another old man shook his head, indicating that he did not know the specifics.

But the rise in food prices is now a very real phenomenon.

"Storing grain and farming?"

Fang Zelin, who was sitting to the side, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

According to this explanation, this style seems remarkably like the work of Blazing Summer writer).

"Hey, luckily the weather has been pretty good this year, otherwise, with a bad harvest, we might not even have anything to eat."

Upon hearing this, another elderly man with white hair shook his head and sighed.

"Indeed, there has been a lot of rain this year; it often rains around here at night."

As the old men talked, the heavy rain outside gradually stopped.

It was just a sudden thunderstorm, it came and went quickly.

Seeing that the rain had stopped a little, the old man and the scholars hurriedly left.

Just as Fang Zelin was about to get up and leave, several martial arts figures in the distance began to speak in hushed tones.

"It seems the people of Great Jin have found out about our large-scale grain purchases. I wonder if this will cause any trouble."

"There shouldn't be any major problems. We have people in various prefectures and states, and they've helped a lot. Besides, it's just about buying grain; we can't convict someone of that."

The whispers of several martial arts figures nearby reached Fang Zelin's ears.

These words startled Fang Zelin slightly, but he immediately became certain that this was Blazing Summer's doing.

"So far, everything is progressing smoothly. The farmland in Yuanqing Prefecture has expanded considerably, and livestock farming is also under construction. Yuanqing Prefecture was originally not a very popular place, so it's a safe place to develop."