Chapter 261 God of Farming? _2

"This is a sand bar, all sand and not a single tuft of grass. Even if you claim it, you won't be able to grow anything on it," Negris said.

"I can," Ange replied.

Fine, then. Negris sealed his lips. At present, whenever the topic of cultivation came up, if Ange opined that something was possible, Negris wouldn't dare challenge him. As the God of Knowledge, he was no match for Ange in the realm of farming, lest he ended up feeling foolish.

Gentle Wind carried Ange across to the opposite sandbank that was connected to the saltwater lake. With a few spells cast by Ange, piles of rubble transformed into a wall, blocking the gap.

"Closing the gap like that, what are you planning to do? You are not seriously thinking of turning this lake into a giant vat for soilless cultivation, are you?" Negris saw through Ange's intention at once.

Ange nodded in acknowledgment.