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

Upon stepping into Jiangzhou, Li Zhirui observed how the locals displayed flushed cheeks, overflowed with vitality, and boasted sturdy frames. Unlike the inhabitants of Jinzhou, who merely savored easy comforts, these people radiated a lively aura of robust wellness.

The frequent scene involved villagers shouldering farming implements, joyfully marching toward the farmlands.

To them, tilling the soil felt like no hardship at all.

This stood in stark contrast to the toiling peasants in Li Zhirui's mind, sparking his curiosity enough to trail them once, eager to uncover the source of their delight.

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

One cast of the Weeding Technique could shrivel weeds across multiple acres, transforming them into fertile boosts, whereas the Loosening Soil Technique rendered almost ten acres of earth soft and breathable.

The villagers paused now and then for rest, yet Li Zhirui marveled as they exhibited no cultivation efforts, only to sense a unique force flowing from the land directly into their forms.

That's when it hit him: for these folks, such toil doubled as their very cultivation practice!

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

Thus, even as simple farmers, their prosperity likely rivaled that of Jinzhou's dwellers in terms of riches.

"Are you here to buy Spirit Rice and Spiritual Objects from our village?" Just then, a young boy of around five or six years approached Li Zhirui, his sparkling gaze brimming with hope as he asked without hesitation.

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

"That's right, kid. Fetch the grown-ups. If the deal's fair, I'll take them all." He gave a warm nod and grin.

"Dad! Uncle! Grandpa Village Chief, there's someone buying spiritual items!" The boy lit up with joy at the words and bellowed out the call.

Instantly, Li Zhirui watched as the resting men abandoned their tools and dashed over with astonishing swiftness.

Huff huff—

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

"Are you the fellow wanting to buy our village's spiritual items?" From the cluster, the eldest figure, likely the village chief, clasped his hands in eager anticipation.

"Yes."

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

Li Zhirui's brow furrowed slightly, pondering how these people appeared far from affluent. In truth, they shouldn't be!

"Let me inspect the quality of these spiritual items first. If they match your claims, snapping up the lot poses no issue."

Wow—

The assembled farmers buzzed with elation at his words, erupting into a stir.

"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 stored spiritual items. Rest assured, they'll meet your every expectation!"

Saying so, he turned and guided them ahead.

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

This proved a sizable village, home to some two or three hundred families. Many dwellings featured gray brick walls topped with dark tiles. The playing children scampered about, strong and clean-clad, without a single mend on their outfits.

Viewed from every angle, it hardly resembled a destitute place.

As Li Zhirui took in the sights, the party arrived at the village heart, halting before a lofty structure. The village chief noted it as the ancestral hall, which also functioned as their granary.

Circling to the front of the ancestral hall, they proceeded to the rear granary area, where an open space held two storage buildings—one vast, one modest. They looked unremarkable at first, but the walls bore countless runes and inscriptions.

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

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

The aged village chief produced a tiny copper seal and chanted a Secret Technique in haste, unlocking the granary's sturdy entrance.

"Wow! I never imagined the village held such a bounty of spiritual objects!"

The grand, roomy granary overflowed with goods, revealing at a glance tens of thousands of loads of Spirit Rice!

Li Zhirui then swept his Divine Sense over the sacks of Spirit Rice, detecting each one saturated with spiritual energy, untouched by time's decay.

Volumes like these must have built up across two or three years, no doubt.

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

The village chief appeared somewhat uneasy, as if fretting that Li Zhirui might deem the amount excessive and pass on the Spirit Rice. "Indeed, our village youths cultivated them. The quality shines, and the costs remain very accessible."

"I can take every bit of this Spirit Rice and spiritual items, yet I have queries for you, Village Chief." Li Zhirui shrugged off the cost; his aim was to resolve his curiosities.

"I'll share all I know with the guest."

"I notice the village thrives, so why do so many spiritual items sit here unsold?"