Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1868 - 1403: To Be Revised

Upon stepping into Jiangzhou, Li Zhirui observed how the residents boasted flushed cheeks, brimmed with vitality, and possessed sturdy builds. This stood in stark contrast to the folks back in Jinzhou, where the latter led pampered existences, but the former radiated an aura of lively wellness.

The everyday scene featured villagers hauling farming implements, cheerfully making their way toward the farmlands.

To them, tilling the soil felt far from burdensome.

This differed greatly from the toiling peasants in Li Zhirui's mind, sparking his curiosity enough to trail them once, eager to uncover the source of their joy.

Reaching the fields, he learned that these cultivators wielded basic cultivation skills. Though not deeply advanced, such abilities proved ample for agricultural work.

One cast of the Weeding Technique could desiccate weeds across multiple acres, transforming them into fertile compost, whereas a Loosening Soil Technique rendered nearly ten acres of earth soft and breathable.

Farmers paused now and then for rest, yet Li Zhirui marveled as they displayed no overt signs of practice—still, a unique energy flowed from the land directly into their forms.

That's when it dawned on him: for these people, such toil doubled as personal cultivation!

Furthermore, the crops they sowed weren't mere mundane grains, but varying tiers of Spirit Rice suited to their cultivation stages.

Thus, even as simple farmers, their affluence could rival that of Jinzhou's inhabitants without much gap.

"Are you here to buy Spirit Rice and Spiritual Objects from our village?" Just then, a boy around five or six years old approached Li Zhirui, his eyes sparkling with hope as he asked fearlessly.

This pulled Li Zhirui from his reverie. Of course! Acquiring ample spiritual goods from these villagers could build rapport, smoothing the path for later transactions involving Spirit Seeds of Human Immortal Rank Spirit Rice.

"Yes, kid, fetch the grown-ups. If the deal's fair, I'll take them all." He smiled and gave a nod.

"Dad! Uncle! Grandpa Village Chief, we've got a buyer for the spiritual items!" The boy's face lit up with delight, and he yelled out at the top of his lungs.

Instantly, Li Zhirui watched as the men lounging nearby abandoned their tools and dashed over with impressive haste.

Huff huff—

Overcome with thrill, they arrived gasping for breath, chests heaving.

"You're the fellow wanting to acquire our village's spiritual items?" The eldest among them, likely the village chief, fidgeted with his hands in anticipation.

"That's right."

"How much do you intend to get? Our village's spiritual items overflow with spiritual energy, and the prices are fair indeed."

Li Zhirui's brow furrowed slightly; these folks didn't strike him as prosperous. By rights, they ought not to be!

"Let me inspect the quality first. If it matches your claims, snapping up the lot won't be an issue."

Wow—

A wave of excitement rippled through the assembled farmers, stirring up quite the buzz.

"Quiet down!" The elderly village chief's cheeks burned with fervor, yet anxious not to sour Li Zhirui's view, he quickly scolded the group.

"Honored guest, come with me. I'll show you our village's stockpiled spiritual items. Rest assured, they'll exceed your expectations!"

With those words, he started leading the way.

The settlement lay nearby, and they reached it without delay.

This proved a sizable village, home to some two or three hundred families. Most dwellings featured gray brick walls topped with dark tiles. The kids scampering about appeared robust, clad in tidy outfits free of any mends.

No matter the angle, it hardly resembled an impoverished hamlet.

As Li Zhirui took in the sights, the party arrived at the village's heart, halting before a towering structure. The village chief noted it served as both ancestral hall and granary.

Circling to the rear from the hall's front, they approached an open yard holding two storage buildings—one vast, one modest. They looked unremarkable at first, but intricate runes and scripts adorned the walls.

’Pest prevention, rodent expulsion, moisture resistance, extended preservation...’

Li Zhirui swiftly grasped their functions: all designed to safeguard and prolong the spiritual items' freshness.

Producing a tiny copper seal, the old village chief chanted a swift Secret Technique, unsealing the granary's sturdy entrance.

"Incredible! Who knew the village held such a bounty of spiritual objects!"

The grand, airy granary brimmed to capacity, revealing at a glance tens of thousands of loads of Spirit Rice!

Employing his Divine Sense, Li Zhirui scanned the sacks, noting each pulsed with rich spiritual energy and betrayed no hint of spoilage.

Volumes like these must have built up across two or three years' harvests.

"Village chief, does the smaller warehouse hold other spiritual items?" he asked.

A flicker of unease crossed the village chief's face, as if fretting Li Zhirui might deem the amount excessive and pass on the Spirit Rice. "Indeed, our village lads cultivated them. The quality shines, and the costs remain budget-friendly."

"I can take every bit of this Spirit Rice and spiritual items, but first, Village Chief, I need answers to a few queries." Price meant little to Li Zhirui; he sought to resolve his curiosities.

"I'll share all I know with you, honored guest."

"Your village clearly thrives, so why do so many spiritual items sit here gathering dust, unsold?"