Lu Xuan bid Shen Ye farewell, full of excitement from his harvest, he returned to his accommodation.
Inside, twenty-two Sword Grass Spirit Seeds laid on a wooden table.
At first glance, they looked like twenty small flying swords. Upon careful inspection, the differences became evident.
The two-grade Sword Grass Spirit Seed was greyish-black and long like a sword.
Meanwhile, the surface of the three-grade Starlight Sword Grass Spirit Seed had nearly invisible points of starlight. When imbuing it with Spiritual Sense, it felt like stepping into the vast night sky, surrounded by twinkling stars. The sharpness of the starlight threatened to pierce Lu Xuan's Spiritual Sense.
The four-grade Sword Thousand Owls Spirit Seed was strangely shaped. The seed had many tiny branches and nimble ends, on which rested dozens of distinct, grain-sized owls. Their legs were non-existent, their bodies directly fused into the branches, and the open wings looked like swords as thin as hair strands.
