"Good, good, good, with this method, the Dari Purple Rice that originally takes thirty years to mature can now be reduced to fifteen years."
Chen Mobai, having heard this, was overjoyed as well.
In this way, the one thousand and five hundred acres of Spirit Field they had opened up at Liu Jia Mountain would, after fifteen years, be able to yield a hundred acres of Rank-3 Dari Purple Rice year after year without interruption.
Even if they didn't sell it, they could consume it internally.
After all, the Divine Wood Sect now had nine Golden Core Cultivators, if they pressed down on Zhou Ye, that'd be eight, spreading out to 1250 catties per person.
After inspecting the Spirit Field Spirit Rice of Liu Jia Mountain, Chen Mobai followed Zhuo Ming to a Rank-3 Spirit Vein a hundred miles away.
Here was an oasis known as Cangshan Lake.
