For King Lin, this was also a rare opportunity. During the compilation of the Martial Arts Scripture, many masters gathered to exchange and discuss ideas. Even if he couldn't directly break through to the Martial Saint Realm, it would greatly enhance his chances of reaching the Martial Saint level.
Unconsciously, the wheel of the season slowly rolled into autumn. The Northern lands, after vigorously promoting high-yield crops, finally welcomed the joy of their first harvest.
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In the Hexi Corridor of September, the vast Gobi Desert seemed to have been enchanted by nature. Southern Ocean potato vines sprawled like emerald pythons, freely covering this once barren land. They were full of vitality, showcasing tenacious life force.
Old farmer Zhao Tiezhu, this simple and honest man, was kneeling in the cracked field furrows. His hands, rough from years of labor, were trembling as they dug into the sandy soil.
