Liu Ming, though he was looked down upon with disdain as if he were a country bumpkin, did not get angry. Instead, without further hesitation, he entered his own field, selected ten of the plumpest spirit husks, and harvested them with the standard talisman sword he carried with him.
He then took out a yellow cloth from his bosom, carefully wrapped the spirit husks, and headed towards the dense forest.
An hour later, after completing his task, Liu Ming returned to his dwelling.
After sitting down at the table, he unwrapped the bundle, spread out the spirit husks, and began to inspect each one carefully.
Each of these spirit husks was half a foot long, and the grains on them were each the size of a soybean, though there were only seven or eight grains per husk. The husks were all gleaming golden, as if forged of pure gold.
After looking for a while, Liu Ming lifted his hand to break off a grain from a spirit husk and rubbed it gently between his hands.
