Xu Feng could barely resist the temptation to examine the seeds he had just purchased. Among them were the peculiar ice seeds he had come across during his previous visit to the Yilin Seed shop.
They had a bizarre appearance, as if a child had drawn chaotic blue and purple scribbles on a somewhat unhealthy looking seed. It seemed like even more of an oddity compared to the other seeds in the haul around it.
The first time he had seen these seeds, Xu Feng had been suspicious, suspecting that someone might be trying to scam the shopkeeper's son for a quick profit. However, with the knowledge he had acquired about the concept of immortal bloodlines and with his hard working imagination, he was now about 80 percent convinced that he was in some sort of cultivation world.
Maybe it was a realm suffering from a diminishing supply of aura, but whatever the case, the seeds looked to be authentic.
