When Wang Ping heard Zhao Qing, his first thought was of the Spirit Wood and Spirit Grass he grew in his Lin Garden. The market for Spirit Wood and Spirit Grass in the Xia Country was almost entirely monopolized by the Daoist Scripture Hall. This wasn't due to the difficulty of cultivation, but because the Daoist Scripture Hall was just so cheap—cheaper even than growing the seedlings himself.
"I suppose I could sell them, but my output won't be very high!"
"Can others learn how to do it?"
Wang Ping paused, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "It's too dangerous. The karmic implications are too severe!"
If someone were to misuse this Secret Technique, a single mistake could lead to the destruction of an entire city. The karma involved ran too deep, and Wang Ping dared not take such a risk.
"Alright..."
