When a Blade of Grass Wants to Become Immortal

Chapter 216 -212: Interstellar Deserted Star Farm Woman 23

Ji Xiaosong turned the camera towards the holographic projection of Qingshan suspended behind her, her hair still tipped with morning dew.

“Today, I’ll be selling everything edible in these mountains. Is everyone ready?”

This time, Ji Xiaosong’s stream not only had even greater popularity than before, but it had also attracted the attention of quite a few research academies.

She had originally planned not to let the Main Star get involved, but then she discovered that Dai Lixing had actually implemented some co-ownership policies.

‘Since that was the case, she no longer had to worry about her products being controlled and failing to reach those who truly needed them.’

‘If the people from the research academies could figure out why these things were free of toxins, it would be a meritorious deed.’

“This time, our pricing is the same as before. One honey peach is 3 Star Coins, and they come in baskets of ten, so that’s 30 Star Coins per purchase. The prices for the other items have also been posted on the link. Most have remained at their original price with no changes.”

As soon as she said this, the bullet comments flooded in frantically.

“3 Star Coins for one peach? Is that price for real? On the Main Star, a peach costs 30 Star Coins and it’s still irradiated!!”

“Re: The Streamer I Follow Suddenly Became Humanity’s Savior. Main Star Science Academy, hurry up and copy her homework!”

“I recommend activating the anti-sniping plugin before you post the link. Last time, I tapped my stylus so hard it was sparking.”

“Where’s the toxin-free certification? If I eat this, can I perform the evolution of a monkey on the spot?”

“The streamer already tested it with a detector before. Those of us who bought it last time also tested it. It really is toxin-free.”

“As a botany grad student, I am ecstatic! Streamer, have you considered allowing on-site sample collection? I’ll bring my own nutrient solution as an admission ticket.”

“Crying at the price. This is what it really looks like when an ‘Interstellar Farming Novel’ becomes reality!”

“Just caught a glimpse of a blueberry bush in the holo-projection! I’ve already set up 30 devices to camp the presale link.”

“Suggestion: Create an exclusive auction item for the Science Academy: ‘Morning Dew, Streamer’s Edition.’ They could definitely publish ten core journal articles on it.”

“Seeing ‘toxin-free’ makes my DNA tingle! I suggest a crossover with the Insect Race food section for a cross-dimensional eating stream.”

“A friendly reminder from your local logistics bot: Is the streamer’s warehouse ready for orders? My energy tank is full!”

Just like before, everything from the entire mountain range sold out in a single morning.

After finishing up, Ji Xiaosong decided to do a cooking stream.

For many people, the things she sold were things they only knew by name, but had no idea how to prepare.

After all, almost everything edible in the interstellar era contained toxins, so over time, people became unwilling to even try.

They would rather drink nutrient solutions that only kept them alive than risk their lives gambling.

“Everyone, everything for today is sold out. Thank you for your support. For the next few days, I won’t be selling anything; I’ll just be streaming how to cook.”

Turning off the stream, Ji Xiaosong went to the river and found a large goose. Today’s menu was goose stewed in an iron pot.

Meanwhile, the number of viewers in Ji Xiaosong’s stream grew and grew, as higher intelligent beings of different races flooded in just to watch her content.

The Main Star Science Academy and the Agricultural Academy both managed to buy some of Ji Xiaosong’s products. Although the quantity was small, it was enough for research.

At that moment, in an ultraclean lab at the Main Star Science Academy, a young researcher in a protective suit placed the last slice of a honey peach sample into a molecular resonance spectrometer. Suddenly, the holographic screen burst with a blinding green light.

That was the symbol for “Absolutely Uncontaminated,” as defined by the Interstellar Federation.

“Radiation: 0? Toxins: 0? Is this machine broken?!”

She slammed a palm onto the emergency calibration button, nearly causing the old professor at the next table to spill his blueberry juice.

Three minutes later, the entire lab was crowded around the instrument.

“Plant cell wall structure is intact. No signs of genetic tampering detected.”

“The activity of the soil’s symbiotic microbial communities is 700 times that of the Main Star’s farms!”

“What the hell? These crops even have their own anti-radiation enzymes!”

The white-haired chief professor suddenly took off his goggles, revealing reddened eyes.

“Quick, notify the Agricultural Academy… No, apply for a Starship directly! This is the Noah’s Ark that can end the great famine!”

Meanwhile, in the underground gene bank of the Main Star Agricultural University, the dean of the Agricultural Academy stared at a tomato seedling growing wildly in a cultivation pod. It was flowering and bearing fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the Main Star tomato in the control group had just had its third leaf wither.

“Photosynthesis efficiency is 82% above standard parameters…”

His mechanical prosthetic eye sizzled and smoked from the data overload. “What have these seeds been through?”

“Dean! The Science Academy just shared a data packet!”

The moment the teaching assistant burst through the door, holographic projections of layered gene chain diagrams exploded in the air.

In the silence that filled the room, someone said in a trembling voice, “The genetic sequences of these crops… are identical to the original species in the Ancient Blue Star archives.”

The dean spun around, his alloy fingers squeezing five indentations into the lab bench. “Initiate the Level-S protocol immediately! Let those hacks playing interstellar politics see what a true spark of civilization looks like!”

The Agricultural Academy and the Science Academy conferred and decided to hold a joint meeting.

Two hours later, at the inter-academy joint meeting, the holographic projection from the Science Academy had barely stabilized before it roared, “We must establish a planetary-level shield! We absolutely cannot let corporate groups get their hands on that mountain!”

A geneticist from the Agricultural Academy slammed a data stream into the public channel. “Look at this mutation resistance! If we can popularize their cultivation, all the colony planets in the radiated Star Domains can be turned into granaries!”

Suddenly, an intern timidly raised their hand. “Um… in the streamer’s broadcast of stewing a goose, it looked like the crops were planted in a normal, wild field?”

Thirty top scientists froze collectively.

The old professor tremblingly clicked open the stream replay. In the footage, Ji Xiaosong casually tossed a peach pit into the mud by a stream, and the very next day, a sprout emerged from that spot.

“Natural growth?!”

The Agricultural Academy dean’s mechanical arm CRASHED through the tabletop. “Quick, book tickets for the next interstellar train! Wait, first, gift the streamer a hundred deep-space battleships. Wait, why doesn’t her stream have the gift function enabled?!”

The dean’s assistant gave an awkward laugh. “We don’t even know what star the streamer is on. How are we supposed to find her?”

The Agricultural Academy dean froze for a moment, then turned to the people from the Science Academy. “You guys figure something out.”

The Main Star Science Academy hastily contacted the emergency command center.

“Where’s the signal tracing team? Rip apart the source code of the Star Network’s streaming platform for me!”

The chief professor ripped open the collar of his protective suit, a holographic keyboard exploding into afterimages under his fingertips.

“Use the trans-galaxy jump base stations to triangulate her position! The reflection angle of the stream in her broadcast can be used as a coordinate parameter!”

Suddenly, a crisp DING came from the corner. An archaeologist holding an Ancient Blue Star earthenware pot timidly looked up.

“Perhaps… we could use this?”

He held up a 21st-century smartphone he had just requisitioned from the museum. “Before she cooks, the streamer always takes a nine-photo grid and posts an update. This ancient civilization’s social function, called ‘Moments,’ might record a geotag…”