Zhao Xi wanted to fly to Xuanwu Mountain on her sword, but was surprised to find the hot spring shrouded in mist. If she wanted to meet up with Lin Che, she had to get through this mist first.

This area is still within the defensive range of the Beast Garden. If anything unusual happens, Feng Xiaoxian will definitely inform him immediately.

But he didn't say anything.

Could it be the work of the mysterious Master Shan Shan?

Zhao Xi pondered the matter deeply but could not find a solution. She carefully landed nearby and slowly entered the mist.

The temperature is very comfortable; I won't feel cold wearing just a light shirt, and the air humidity is just right.

A gentle breeze carries the scent of grass, making the air fresh and pleasant.

Several small, pink animals with long ears hopped and skipped in the grass, picking at the tender, vibrant blades of grass and chewing them incessantly.

These are all demonic beasts, resembling rabbits in appearance, fluffy little balls with distinctive long ears. However, their fur is covered in thorns, and they have vestigial small wings on their backs, making it impossible for them to fly. Their eyes are like two fire crystals, unfocused and lacking any discernible gaze, making them somewhat frightening.

Upon hearing any noise, they curled up and lay motionless, alert, in the grass.

Zhao Xi didn't want to get pricked, so she carefully bypassed them and headed towards the spiritual spring.

Along the way, she also saw strange snakes with one head and two bodies, writhing in the grass searching for food, and they would dart away as soon as they saw her. Several tiny lorikeets flew back and forth, as if catching insects. She also saw several enormous moth spirits, about half a person's height, fluttering among the flowers.

I've never seen any of these before.

Zhao Xi was a little worried that the giant moth spirit would starve to death because there was no dew or nectar. When she looked up, she saw a slender figure in front of her, like a little earth fairy, planting flowers on the ground and sprinkling powder to ripen them.

The little flower grew to the length of an arm in no time, and when it bloomed, it emitted a rich fragrance, somewhat like jasmine.

She planted one flower after another, humming a song, and before long, a whole patch of flowers had grown.

"Excuse me..." Zhao Xi cautiously stepped forward, wondering if she was behind all of this.

The "woman" turned around, but she was actually a vine that walked upright, covered in green moss. As for the humming, it was just the sound of the wind blowing through the swirling leaves.

This is a monster!

Zhao Xi thought, "...Sorry to bother you!"

The vine recognized her as the owner of this place, shook its roots, and plucked a huge flower to hand to her.

Zhao Xixiang, looking completely bewildered, cupped her hands in her clenched fists and stammered, "...Thank you!"

This flower can weigh up to four pounds and is large enough to enclose a small child. The nectar sloshes inside the bud like juice, enough to fill a whole jug if poured out.

Zhao Xi wanted to put the flower on the ground, but out of curiosity, she dipped her finger in it and put it in her mouth.

This is nectar!

The natural sweetness spreads from the tip of your tongue, so amazing that it opens up every pore on your body.

It's so delicious!

The sweetness is so natural, without any impurities, and its essence must be of the highest quality.

If you have this flower, there's no need to refine white sugar. Just steam it to evaporate the watery nectar and you'll get nectar grains.

Suddenly, a vine reached out and crushed a vermilion fruit with its vine, then used the vine to apply a little rouge to her face and lips.

"What?" Zhao Xi leaned back.

The vine then found some inkstone and applied two lines to her eyebrows before moving its branches and leaving, satisfied.

Zhao Xi silently licked the nectar.

The tree spirit seems to particularly enjoy dressing up.

Atu also loves to play with her hair.

She put the flowers into her ring, then looked around and suddenly guessed who had arranged it. She hurried to the spirit spring.

"You are only allowed to move within this area. You cannot leave unless the fat remnants decide to come to you for food. Do you understand?"

Lin Che's voice came from the bushes.

Zhao Xi tried to follow the sound by parting the grass, which was taller than her, and saw a small clearing.

Lin Che seemed unaware of her presence. He sat on a fallen tree trunk, stretched out his arm from under his dark blue wide sleeves, and held a struggling wolf demon in his arms, giving it a bath.

The wolf demon's fur was reddish-yellow, somewhat similar to the firelight beast's, but more vibrant in color. It had large, bell-like eyes, pointed ears, and emitted whimpering cries of terror.

First, I poured some water on it, then rubbed it with soap to create bubbles.

Lin Che is doing such down-to-earth work, just like a pet owner.

The bloodstains on the wolf demon's face were washed away.

Lin Che released it, adding, "If I see it again, I'll have no choice but to make the wolf clan disappear from this land."

His tone was so cold, like ice, carrying an endless sense of oppression.

The wolf trembled, turned around, crouched down, and disappeared into the huge flower bushes.

He lowered his sleeves and patted the water stains off his dark blue robe.

The water droplets transformed into spiritual energy, disappearing into the air and releasing a scent of soapberry.

Zhao Xi originally wanted to sneak up on him and surprise him, but she was intimidated by his aura and didn't dare to go forward. She squatted in the grass instead.

Lin Che stood up, took out a picture book, used his spiritual energy to draw the territory of the raven on the ground, and then he found her.

"Zhao Xi thought, what are you doing squatting here?"

He lifted the hem of his coat, parted the grass, and looked down at her with the gaze of someone looking at a small mushroom.

Zhao Xi blinked and looked up at him.

Someone seemed to have mentioned that once a deity falls into demonic possession, they cannot be purified. Even though Manager Qian knew of the existence of the secret passage, he dared not rashly follow her to the lower realm of immortals.

Great immortals suffer a loss of cultivation when they come to the lower realms. So how did Lin Che purify the demonic energy?

Zhao Xi glanced at his face suspiciously.

But he didn't seem to have changed at all.

As if the spiritual energy had been fully restored, the flowing sleeves of the magnificent robes were adorned with a myriad of sea colors. Swimming fish, pearls, and oysters appeared as if drawn from silk threads in a stop-motion animation, moving slowly across the garments, each second revealing a different pattern.

His broad shoulders were covered in vines and leaves, and his face was also smeared with something by the tree demon. He managed to avoid smearing one side of his face, but there was still half of his face that wasn't covered, making his handsome appearance look somewhat comical.

His smile was the same as yesterday, with a hint of mockery.

Zhao Xi wanted to carefully scan his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips, and finally, a smile couldn't be suppressed and appeared on her face.

Overwhelmed by the joy of reunion, she jumped up from the ground and threw herself into his arms: "Wow! I missed you so much! We've been apart for so long..."

Lin Che pulled her into his arms, lifting her so high that her toes were off the ground. She cried out a few times before putting her down: "It's only been a little over ten days. I didn't expect to be back so soon."

Zhao Xi wanted to hang on his neck, bury her head in his chest, and nuzzle against his chest: "A day apart feels like three autumns! We've been apart for a whole month!"

Lin Che actually retorted: "It's only a month, the time it takes for a Nascent Soul cultivator to take a breath."

What does that mean?

Zhao Xi suddenly got angry and pushed him away: "I miss you so much, but you don't miss me? A month is a long time for me. I could raise a batch of chickens from eggs and make soup with them!"

A smile played in Lin Che's amber eyes as he cupped her face, placed a light kiss on her cheek, and whispered, "I think of you every single moment. Even when you're right in front of me, I still think of you. No matter how long we've been apart, this feeling has reached its limit; it can't grow any bigger."