Harvest [4]

"Eat it yourself?" Li Qian's voice trembled, his face pale with shock. "That… that's all medium-grade spiritual rice?"

For him, even being able to eat low-grade spiritual rice was already a luxury, something beyond the reach of most. Medium-grade rice? That was something he had never even dared to imagine. It was the stuff of dreams, the kind of food only powerful families or cultivators would have access to.

Rain chuckled softly, a small smile playing on his lips. "What's the big deal about medium-grade spiritual rice?" he asked, his tone casual, almost amused.

"Even if it were top-grade spiritual rice, it's still just food. It's meant to be eaten, isn't it?"

Rain reached into the storage bag he carried and pulled out several neatly tied packets of rice. The grains inside sparkled faintly, infused with spiritual energy. He handed them to Li Qian, his movements smooth and effortless.