Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Blind Prince

Earth Mother Tree Realm, East Eight District.

Jiang Mozhu's figure arrived like a gentle breeze.

"Greetings, Elder Jiang."

The Mo family disciples who were manipulating the Spirit-Seeking Grass Dogs looked as if they had been injected with chicken blood when they saw Jiang Mozhu's arrival, their faces flushed red.

Although Jiang Mozhu had only been in the Ministry of Industry for less than half a day, she had already become the dream goddess of all the young people in the Ministry of Industry.

That temperament... that figure...

It made people's souls linger.

The Mo family disciples felt they were in love.

"I heard that the progress in your East Eight District has doubled. What's going on?" Jiang Mozhu didn't pay attention to the little thoughts of the Mo family disciples and went straight to the point.

"Elder Jiang, it's just good luck!"

"Good luck?"

Jiang Mozhu couldn't help but be stunned, a look of surprise appearing on her pretty face.

On the way to East Eight District, she had thought of many reasons.

For example, working hard.

For example, optimizing the process.

For example, multitasking.

The only thing she hadn't thought of was the reason the Mo family disciples gave, which was so nonsensical.

Good luck?

"How is it good luck?"

"Elder Jiang, you should also know that only half of the Spirit-Seeking Grass Dogs are usable; the other half either can't find spirit vein nodes or find the wrong ones."

"Half right, half wrong, this greatly affects our work efficiency."

"But the spirit seeds of the last batch of Spirit-Seeking Grass Dogs are all of good quality."

"Elder Jiang, don't you think that's good luck!"

When the Mo family disciples talked about the latest batch of spirit seeds, their excitement was evident in their gestures and expressions.

For the Mo family disciples, repeatability was a pursuit ingrained in their bones.

Identical machine parts were required to be exactly the same for interchangeable repairs.

The existence of Spirit-Seeking Grass Dogs, half of which were viable and half of which were not, was torturing the Mo family disciples to the point of near baldness.

"All of them are good seeds!"

Two beams of light burst out from Jiang Mozhu's eyes, as if they could tear through the sky.

Her expression still looked calm and serene, but her heart was already filled with stormy waves.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Mozhu tapped her toes and turned back into a breeze, returning the way she came. Her speed was so fast that she swept past the treetops, startling the birds.

Soon, she returned to the Farmer School's base.

"Find out for me, who cultivated the spirit seeds in East Eight District?" Jiang Mozhu's voice had a subtle tremor.

One hundred percent good quality Spirit-Seeking Grass Dog seeds were a huge breakthrough for the Farmer School.

The thorny problem that had been troubling her before was actually solved so easily?

The Farmer School disciples were at a loss, not understanding Jiang Mozhu's intentions, but under Jiang Mozhu's urging, they quickly found out the origin of the spirit seeds in East Eight District.

"Elder Jiang, the spirit seeds in East Eight District were harvested by Chen Xuan, Senior Brother Chen."

"Have Chen Xuan come to see me immediately."

Soon, the Farmer School disciple named Chen Xuan came to meet Jiang Mozhu.

Chen Xuan's legs were weak, and he muttered in his heart, 'Could it be that Jiang Elder found out about me drawing portraits of her and secretly fantasizing about her at night?'

"Greetings, Elder Jiang," Chen Xuan said, bracing himself.

"Chen Xuan, did you cultivate the latest batch of spirit seeds in East Eight District?"

So it wasn't about the portrait.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"That batch of spirit seeds happened to be planted next to my spirit field. I saw that no one was harvesting them, so I harvested them."

"Elder Jiang, is there a problem with that batch of spirit seeds?"

"There is indeed a problem!"

Jiang Mozhu's expression was extremely solemn, causing Chen Xuan's heart, which had just been put down, to hang up again, suspended in his throat.

"The good seed rate of that batch of Spirit-Seeking Grass Dog seeds is as high as ten percent."

"Ten percent?"

"How is that possible?"

"Isn't even the Xia Kui only at seventy percent?"

Hiss—

Chen Xuan couldn't help but gasp in horror, taking a breath of cold air.

Jiang Mozhu stared at Chen Xuan, confirming that the spirit seeds in East Eight District really had nothing to do with Chen Xuan.

Her willow eyebrows furrowed, and she frowned, giving an order.

"Have all the Farmer School disciples stop their work and gather in the spirit field where the East Eight District spirit seeds were cultivated."

Jiang Mozhu made a decisive decision.

Perhaps this would slow down the activation progress of the Earth Mother Divine Tree's roots, but how this batch of spirit seeds was cultivated was too important for the Farmer School.

Soon, all the Farmer School disciples gathered in the spirit field.

Such a big commotion naturally alarmed Mo Sihai, Luo Zixu, and the other two Farmer School elders.

"Elder Mozhu, what happened?"

"You have gathered all the disciples?" Luo Zixu asked curiously.

Jiang Mozhu explained the situation in East Eight District.

Hiss—

Hiss—

Hiss—

Luo Zixu and the two Farmer School elders all gasped.

Expressions of surprise, shock, ecstasy, and excitement emerged from their faces, intertwined together, making their expressions as wonderful as could be.

"Luo Zixu, congratulations!"

Mo Sihai cupped his hands and congratulated Luo Zixu, but his heart was as sour as if he had squeezed a lemon.

Why were their Farmer School's talents emerging one after another, and breakthroughs in faction theories were as easy as drinking tea and eating rice?

In contrast, my Mo family has been stumped by a mechanical ascension plan for a thousand years.

"Hahahaha!"

"It's too early to congratulate. We haven't found out who cultivated this batch of spirit seeds yet."

Soon, the Farmer School disciples present were questioned one by one.

But after asking everyone, no one admitted that they had cultivated the batch of spirit seeds in East Eight District.

This time, Luo Zixu, Jiang Mozhu, and the Farmer School crowd were all dumbfounded.

Not cultivated by Farmer School disciples?

Could it be that this batch of spirit seeds fell from the sky?

Mo Sihai's eyes flickered twice, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Besides the Farmer School disciples, there are only Mo family disciples here."

"Could it be..."

Swish—

Swish—

Swish—

Several gazes fell on Mo Sihai.

The Farmer School crowd also thought of the guess that Mo Sihai could think of.

"Mo Sihai, your Mo family actually has such a great talent. Why don't you introduce him to me quickly?"

This time, it was Luo Zixu's turn to feel sour.

Although Mo Sihai didn't know the culprit either, he still had a confident look on his face, as if everything was under control.

"Luo Zixu, this is a great talent secretly cultivated by our Mo family. It is the foundation of our Mo family. How can we easily show it to others?"

"Mo Sihai, you're actually pretending."

Seeing Mo Sihai's evasive look, Luo Zixu was both angry and annoyed, but he didn't dare to lose his temper, fearing that Mo Sihai would really hide that Mo family talent.

"Mo Sihai, don't you want Spirit-Seeking Grass Dogs to find plant spirit veins?"

"I can make the decision to give you a 20% discount."

"Humph—"

"A mere 20% discount, and you want to see the face of my Mo family's great talent? Who are you looking down on?" Mo Sihai flicked his sleeves and snorted.

"50% off!"

"Mo Sihai, this is my greatest sincerity. You must know that we, the Farmer School, have never sold spirit seeds at a 50% discount."

"Tch! A mere 50% discount, and you want to see my Mo family's great talent? Who are you looking down on?"

With that, Mo Sihai ignored Luo Zixu and turned to leave.

Looking at Mo Sihai's departing back, Luo Zixu stomped his feet and roared through gritted teeth.

"Old man, you're bullying me too much!"