Chapter 8 Seeds in Hand

Seeing Fang Yun take his words to heart, Fang Lin nodded with relief and comforted him, "However, Clan Leader, you need not bear too much pressure. Although our Fang Family has only one cultivator thus far, the number of martial artists is by no means small.

Putting aside the martial artists of the Postnatal Realm, just with the ten Innate Realm elders of our Fang Family,

together with the profound heritage left by generations of cultivators, as long as we do not recklessly provoke others, there is considerable assurance in safeguarding Spirit Water Island!"

Fang Yun, upon hearing the names of the Postnatal and Innate realms, couldn't help looking at Fang Lin with great amazement.

"Postnatal Realm, Innate Realm? Elder, besides cultivators, there are actually martial artists in this world?"

Fang Lin, hearing Fang Yun's puzzled words, smiled and gently stroked his beard.

Clearly, the opportunity to resolve doubts and answer questions for Fang Yun, a cultivator, felt to him a matter of great accomplishment.

Then, Fang Lin continued, "Clan Leader, being a cultivator and unaware of the martial artists among ordinary people, is quite understandable!

Among regular folk, there exists a technique that can extract Primordial Qi from food to cultivate the martial path.

Utilized to counter the ferocious animals in the natural world, or the sea beasts in the oceans.

But it can only deal with ordinary beings, and it's hard to contend with demon beasts that contain Spiritual Energy.

The martial path is roughly divided into the Postnatal Realm and the Innate Realm.

However, even the most powerful Innate Realm cannot compete with cultivators who absorb Spiritual Energy.

This is a fundamental gap that cannot be bridged!"

In the end, Fang Lin's expression turned somewhat wistful.

After all, he had practiced martial arts his entire life, and it was with great difficulty that he finally broke through to the Innate Realm, only to be dominant among commoners.

Even in the face of a cultivator at the lowest realm, without relying on the Spirit Talismans passed down from the ancestors, they would be utterly powerless to respond.

This is an essential difference. Even with Fang Lin's current Mental Realm, looking at the young Fang Yun, a multitude of emotions and helplessness still arose in his heart.

Perhaps this is destiny, isn't it? Who can blame oneself for not having a Spirit Root?

Thinking this way, suddenly, Fang Lin's interest in continuing the conversation waned considerably.

Then, he set aside these emotions and discussed the financial issues of the Fang Family with Fang Yun.

After hearing about the vast gap between the Innate Realm and cultivators, Fang Yun also couldn't help nodding silently.

He had originally thought that this world's Innate Realm was equivalent to a cultivator's Qi Cultivation Stage.

Now it seems that even the most powerful Innate Realm still cannot compare with Qi Stage cultivators who possess a Spirit Root.

With this reassurance, he felt much relieved; otherwise, with his current "disabled" state as a cultivator, facing many Innate Realm elders would indeed be somewhat pressuring.

Although Fang Yun was still very curious about the Innate martial realm,

seeing that Fang Lin had already lost interest in discussing this topic, he didn't feel it appropriate to continue asking.

The financial problems of the Fang Family recounted by Fang Lin afterward; Fang Yun listened casually and didn't pay much attention.

Because the island where the Fang Family was located was only about a hundred li away from another island,

there was seldom much interaction and communication with the outside world.

Therefore, there indeed weren't too many complex matters regarding finances.

Not long after, Fang's Ark, who had gone to find the seeds, walked in.

Fang Yun's spirit immediately lifted, and he hurriedly went to meet him, quickly taking a large package from Fang's Ark's hands.

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He placed it on the adjacent table and opened it.

Fang's Ark was pointing to each bag inside the cloth bag beside him, introducing the seeds one by one.

The variety and quantity of seeds on the island were actually not abundant; the most numerous were rice seeds.

In addition, there were soybean seeds and some vegetable seeds.

Apart from these common seeds, the rest were medicinal herb seeds commonly found on the island.

As Fang's Ark explained, Fang Yun involuntarily pictured the land in the valley in his mind.

He then made a rough plan based on the types and quantities of these seeds.

After Fang's Ark finished the introduction, Fang Yun looked at the number of seeds in the package. Fang's Ark had prepared quite a lot, enough for him to be lavish with.

He nodded towards Fang Lin and Fang's Ark: "Alright, I'll leave the two clan elders to this task, I'm heading back now!"

"The Clan Leader is too polite. We are here to handle these menial matters for you.

If there's any need in the future, just come and find us!" Fang Lin said with a hearty smile.

Fang Yun nodded, lifted the heavy package, and turned to walk up the mountain.

Watching Fang Yun's departing figure, Fang's Ark then spoke up: "Old Lin, what do you think of our new Clan Leader?"

Fang Lin pondered for a moment, recalling Fang Yun's various behaviors just now, then replied: "In terms of cultivation, I really can't see much, but speaking of his temperament, he seems quite steady.

He should make for a fine Clan Leader!"

After hearing this, Fang's Ark let out a sigh of relief and said, "The steadier the better. Like the previous generation's Clan Leader, his temperament was too impulsive. He disappeared without a trace the first time he left home, which is far too dangerous for our Fang Family."

Fang Lin shook his head and said, "As cultivators, the spiritual energy on our island is too sparse. Inevitably, one has to venture out to seek opportunities.

There was nothing the previous generation Clan Leader could do!"

Fang's Ark shook his head and fell silent.

Although what Fang Lin said made sense, he still hoped for a steadier Clan Leader who wouldn't leave the island too easily.

Even if he had to leave the island, a steadier temperament would likely increase his chances of survival, so the Fang Family wouldn't suddenly fall into danger.

Thinking of the recent disturbances outside the island, Fang's Ark's mood grew somewhat heavy.

Fang Yun quickly made his way back to the cave along the mountain path, picked up the hoe, and shouldered the fine iron sword.

He grabbed the package and strode towards the direction of the valley.

He soon arrived at the top of the valley and smoothly entered it using the rope left earlier.

Setting the package full of seeds aside, Fang Yun held the hoe and carefully surveyed the land within the valley, starting to make earnest plans for planting.

There was a hundred-acre low-lying area, perennially soaked with water, perfect for planting rice.

With the water supply from the creek, there should be no worry about water shortage for the rice here.

After arranging the low-lying area, the remaining land was divided in two, one part for planting soybeans.

Another part was divided into more than a dozen small sections, for planting medicinal herb seeds.

For the remaining vegetable seeds, Fang Yun planned to plant them along both sides of the creek.

In this way, he could fully utilize the several hundred acres of land.

After making detailed plans, Fang Yun spent 5 days to categorize and divide all the terrain.

Then he began to start planting rice.

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