Yang Fu's move astonished the crowd.
"Did you just put in a stalk of... Spirit Rice?"
"Can that even increase progress? Then I'll uproot all that our pavilion has cultivated and bring it over."
"Did the Dragon God era not have Spirit Rice? What did the cultivators eat for their staple food? Did they all eat meat mince?"
The increase in progress was not much, about one-thousandth, but this was a stalk of Spirit Rice!
"I don't see how this is any better than Xiao Fu's Calbee Original Potato Chips..."
These people had tasted all kinds of Spirit Food, but it was the novel taste of Calbee Potato Chips that conquered their taste buds.
Long Hong frowned, "This shouldn't be... Decades ago, I tried many common items, and Spirit Rice did not react at all. It must be that Xiao Fu's Spirit Rice has some unique quality."
"Hmm... there is something different. Wait for me to try this one."
Yang Fu then placed Hybrid Spirit Rice Number One on it.
Golden light flickered!