The Immortal clenched her fists again, feeling she had suffered a huge loss.
Yesterday, she had run rampant at Green Moon Square, slashing ten spirit stones into four, but today she was being manipulated by someone selling mud.
You know, she's the woman who sells ghosts hanging from trees!
"The weeds in the spirit field can be used as fodder for some low-grade spirit beasts and demon beasts, other than that, they can also be used to weave mats."
"As for me, I feed them to the spiritual sheep. I've raised a sheep, and the excess is given to those who buy spirit soil from me, which helps improve spirit soil sales just a little."
The little cultivator even explained what he did with the weeds, very responsible.
So, when she took away half of the weeds, the Immortal had no choice but to sulk on the side.
After the little cultivator left, she carried the half-remaining weeds back to the yard, piled them in the corner of the yard, and threw the hoe on top.
