Several days later.
Galaxy Island.
Fang Xing came to a farm that had already been built and casually scattered some seeds from the Cultivation World.
"Little Blue... I'll leave the security of this farm to you from now on. I'll purchase drones and agricultural robots for you to command... Should there be any intrusion, you can directly destroy all the fruits of our labor."
Fang Xing gave the order.
In fact, he didn't really care about these cultivated fields.
It was just a perfunctory effort, to have a source to cite in his paper.
Spirit Grass transplanted from the Cultivation World, without Spiritual Energy, is basically going to die!
For him to want them barely alive, he still needed to sprinkle some Spirit Stone shards from time to time.
These were all exclusive techniques, guaranteed to trap any would-be thieves with blood on their hands.