I've never thought of a way to solve the cooked seeds, do you think by just letting you see them, you'll co up with sothing?
"Fortunately, I've done so research in this area, let help you take a look."
The old man squatted down and started helping Tang Rao study the seeds.
"Cooked, thoroughly cooked, it's indeed a tough problem."
Even the old man sighed.
"Young friend, every year during the Ice and Snow World Trial, there will always be so unlucky soul who receives cooked seeds. No one tampers with it, it's just bad luck on your part."
The old man had participated in the Ice and Snow World Trial more than once or twice, and he had seen too many people cry in the second round.
"But if you manage to get these seeds to bloom, you'll surely earn the admiration of the entire Ice Clan, be treated as an honored guest, and even receive the prize of a million-year ice."
The old man wasn't lying; he was just very lucky, having gotten good seeds every ti for so many years.
Every seed was marked with a special seal, and even if the old man snatched them to grow flowers, the achievents wouldn't be counted as his.
Feeling regretful, Tang Rao's crystalline eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Why does the Ice Clan place such importance on cooked seeds? If they want soone to grow them, why not distribute the seeds to all the competitors?"
The old man seed to know Tang Rao would ask this and didn't hide anything, telling Tang Rao, "It's called the Ten Thousand Root Grass, and there are only two seeds each year. The two grass seeds need to be cooked. Anyone who gets the cooked seeds is deed a person of potential by the Ice Clan. Ordinary people can't even get them. Unfortunately, the previous ones who got the seeds were at least Ten Thousand Year Immortal Emperors. You're the first young person I've seen."
The Ice Clan won't make mistakes. Wen Guifu, that sly old fox, usually picks out promising individuals without error.
But the Ten Thousand Root Grass is too difficult to grow, it's not just anyone with potential who can cultivate it.
"Is there a way to make it survive?"
For others, getting their plants to sprout isn't easy, due to insufficient temperature control. But with enough warmth and humidity, they quickly sprout. This test seems like a unique challenge for Tang Rao.
The old man scratched his head, thought for a while, and then said to Tang Rao, "There is one thod, though you might as well treat it as a joke or a learning experience."
He had just used that thing; otherwise, he would have taken it out for Tang Rao.
The young man's heart is so good, but his luck is completely opposite to his nature.
In this seed selection stage, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Tang Rao is as unlucky as getting covered in lon ash.
"Old sir, please tell first."
Tang Rao held his breath, whether he could pass depended on the old man's words, and whether Tang Rao could finish the task.
"Unless you plant the Iris Seeds and it together. The Ten Thousand Root Grass and the Iris Seeds share the sa origin. Using it to nourish the Ten Thousand Root Grass is better than growing the grass on its own. Unfortunately, the Iris Seeds are incredibly hard to find, and I just used mine, otherwise, it would have really co in handy for you."
He sighed.
"If the Iris and Ten Thousand Root Grass seeds are planted together, and the Iris also lives, it would be a big gain. Unfortunately, it seems that's not our fate."
Iris Seeds?
Tang Rao has them; he has several. He had thought about how to use them, and now they had found a purpose.
"Old sir, by coincidence, I have one. Can you tell , do I just bury them together, and that's it?"
The old man didn't expect to casually ntion it, and Tang Rao actually took out the Iris Seeds.
He had used the seeds before, knowing that the one Tang Rao took out was genuine and began to look forward to seeing what kind of Ten Thousand Root Grass would erge.
The crowd observing grew larger. When they heard soone had received cooked seeds, people started to mock Tang Rao.
Until rumors spread that Tang Rao could actually grow plants from the cooked seeds, more onlookers showed up.
There were well over ten thousand participants in the Land of Immortals competition. The first round had already eliminated two thousand, leaving at least eight thousand. Except for those still in the first round and those concentrating solely on cultivation, anyone with a bit of curiosity gathered to watch Tang Rao's "show."
The majority of them were there for a spectacle.
This included those who had previously received cooked seeds but failed to sprout them.
"Old sir, there are so many people, won't it affect the grass sprouting? Being watched like this feels uncomfortable. Should we find a new place?"
It's not that he was afraid the grass wouldn't sprout; Tang Rao was worried about attracting the attention of people with ulterior motives, which might cause trouble later.
"Young friend doesn't want to be watched? That's simple!"
The old man waved his hand, and Tang Rao, along with Ba Wangba, was imdiately surrounded by a layer of aura.
This layer of aura was like a bubble blown with dish soap, the kind that bursts upon contact.
But since this big bubble from the old man had been on the ground for so long without any issues, it seed there wasn't much to worry about; the quality was assured.
"I've separated them now, don't worry, people outside can't see or hear us, though this place is a bit small and noisy."
In the Land of Immortals, there was no one as considerate as the old man.
It's a pity Tang Rao didn't have the habit of making friends across generations, otherwise he would have befriended the old man.
With the barrier, Tang Rao first loosened the soil, then, following the old man's thod, loosened the soil again, placed the seeds, covered them with soil, watered them, and completed the actions in one go.
Oh, and compound fertilizer and rooting powder, how did Tang Rao forget such important things?
Mixing the powder and water together, he thoroughly watered the soil, only then did Tang Rao stop.
"Young friend, what did you just put in there? I've never seen it before, and I don't recognize it."
The old man, eager to learn, showed modest curiosity, boosting Tang Rao's confidence.
"It's nothing much; I just added so fertilizer and rooting powder to promote seed germination and growth, nothing to worry about."
If he waited for the seeds to sprout by solely relying on nutrient absorption, there was no telling how long they'd take.
The terrain here did a number on .
"I see. By the way, I haven't asked your na, young friend. I am Wang He, known as the Old Crane in the martial world."
Bam, before Tang Rao could say anything, Ba Wangba dropped the empty flower pot, startling Tang Rao.
"Brother Wang Ba, why are you so excited? It's not like you've seen a legendary figure, causing such a fuss; be careful not to be laughed at."
Who is Wang He, Tang Rao hasn't heard of him, he's not part of the martial world, so how would he know all the legends there?
"Silly, Wang He, Old Crane, legendary figure!"
Ba Wangba's tongue was all twisted up.
He made it sound so grand, but it's a pity Tang Rao still hadn't heard of him.
"I just arrived at the Land of Immortals not long ago, sorry, old sir."
Tang Rao hadn't heard, but a simple apology would suffice.
"I'm Tang Rao, thank you, old sir, for not minding my ignorance."
As the younger, it's only polite to be courteous.
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