Mu Shannai (Shannai is the name of a medicinal herb listed in the Compendium of Materia Medica) stood at the far end of Kaitian Plaza, his palm pressed against the cold testing pillar.
The blinding light faded, and the words “inferior grade” appeared on the pillar. The entire crowd fell silent.
When a three-mu barren grotto-heaven opened in his dantian, five-colored light suddenly surged from its center.
A strange bamboo shoot broke through the soil, taking root in the most desolate corner of his dantian world.
The steward of the Spirit Herb Hall tossed him half a sack of old spirit seeds. “Grow six hundred jin of greengrain rice, or get off the mountain!”
He seized the dirt-covered seeds, his knuckles turning white. “Three mu of thin soil, one strange bamboo... First, I have to survive!”
If you don't eat what you grow yourself, you will eat bronze [what] [what]
Why is there no one 🧐
Well, it's so well written, everyone should take a look [awkward laugh]