Several years later.
Qingmu Ridge suddenly began preparations for war, and the initially low prices of elixirs and magic artifacts skyrocketed, causing many merchants who sold at a loss before to be furious.
Qingyu Garden.
Fei Changnong came as usual to collect the spiritual medicine.
He looked at the Qingyu grass, which had multiplied five or six times to become one hundred and fifty-six plants, over a hundred Azure Dragon flowers, and dozens of Three-Life Fruits, and couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face: "This newly developed medicine garden, how can its yield be so abundant?"
If farming could yield such profits, why would those Dao Foundation cultivators need to endure hardship by joining the Four Seas Hall, defending the four directions, or undertaking the dangerous fighting tasks from the Reward and Punishment Hall?
"Junior Brother Fang, your skills as a spiritual farmer, truly a pity you are not stationed at the medicine garden..."
