Fang Ruotang had no idea what Gu Nancheng was thinking. After she finished speaking, she happily cut off contact with them. She only kept the chat open when she was very free.

The main problem is that the brain is hers. Imagine if there were six people talking in her head the whole time, who could stand it?

I can't stand even a mosquito buzzing twice next to my ear.

Moreover, there are six people here.

Anyway, if they need to contact her, Xiao Jingzi will tell her at any time, and she will contact them at any time. So far, there has never been a problem of not being able to get in touch.

And she discovered something interesting.

The six-person work team is hatching a wicked plan.

"What do you think they mean? They almost beat you to death, and then they gave you pills to heal your wounds. I wonder what kind of pills they are. They must be more expensive than these spiritual herbs, right? These spiritual herbs are just plentiful, not rare."

"That's right! All these medicinal herbs might not even be as valuable as that one pill from before."

"Who knows what these high-level cultivators are thinking?"

"That's right, stop talking! They're looking over here. If they find out we're slacking off, they'll definitely punish us."

"What are you afraid of? We've used a shield; they can't hear what we're saying at all."

"They can't hear what we're saying, but they can see us!"

"No way, they're eating roast duck. Do you think we should take advantage of this time to steal some spirit herbs and put them in our storage rings? There are so many spirit herbs here, they won't even know if we steal a little."

"...I think it's okay."

"I think that works too!"

One person made the suggestion, four people agreed, and there was one who remained silent—the male cultivator who had just been struck by Fan and almost never saw the sun again.

He said nervously, "This is not good! That senior's cultivation level was so high. If he discovers us, will we still be alive?"

"Tsk, you're such a coward. Fortune favors the bold."

"Exactly, are you even a man?"

One of the female cultivators retorted to the male cultivator.

Having just experienced death, the male cultivator didn't want to seek death again so soon.

"I...I'm not participating anymore."

"Tsk, then when you go out later, don't share with us."

"Fine! I won't take any, but I advise you not to take any either. Some things you may take, but you may not live to enjoy."

"Coward! I'll take it, so what!"

"I don't think it's very good!" Fang Ruotang sat reclining on the chaise lounge, smiling at them, and said, "Be good, listen to us, we won't take it."

The female cultivator, who had just been scolding the male cultivator for being cowardly, turned pale with fright.

She didn't understand why the people on the other side could still hear their conversation even though they had set up barriers.

Since Fang Ruotang recovered, no one has been whispering in her ear. She can't hear what others are saying anyway.

It all depends on whether she wants to hear it or not.

Sometimes, hearing it too much can be really annoying.

It's enough to drive a person crazy to be surrounded by hundreds or thousands of chicks and ducklings chirping together.

"court death!"

With a deep voice, Fan simultaneously unleashed his spiritual power.

Fang Ruotang casually took out a magical artifact from her treasure bag to block the attack. The spiritual energy was deflected, and the open space in front of her instantly turned into a basin.

"What are you doing? You injured them, and now you're going to pick spirit herbs for me?"

"I'll pick them if I want to. They dare to steal your spiritual herbs. They're practically courting death."

Fan stood up, not intending to let these six people go.

After all, this is the second time.

Fang Ruotang rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"Stop fooling around, quickly pick up my fan."

After saying that, he turned to the six terrified men and said, "You guys, hurry up and get to work. Didn't I say I'd give each of you a few spirit herbs when we're done? Is it worth stealing? Get to work now."

Fang Ruotang wasn't actually angry.

It's like she caught a few ants to play with.

If the ants don't run as she expects, can she really get angry with them?

Besides, if it were her, she wouldn't be content to just work honestly; she would definitely want to steal a little too.

Fan understood Fang Ruotang's expression, and withdrew his imposing aura. The six people trembled and fell to the ground, including the male cultivators who had not participated.

He even uttered a complaint about it.

“I told you not to steal. What is their cultivation level? What is our cultivation level? We can’t even see their cultivation level. What makes you think you’re so capable that you can do something under their noses? If they didn’t want the spiritual herbs to retain their full medicinal properties, and they had actually plucked all the spiritual herbs, we wouldn’t have survived.”

The male cultivator couldn't understand why they would still dare to cause trouble and implicate him when he was such a good example to follow.

Fang Ruotang nodded. This male cultivator was very pragmatic, just like Qin Bao'er back then.

Fan opened his hand and closed it, and the fan that had fallen in front of him flew directly into his hand. He took it and glanced at it before handing it back to Fang Ruotang.

Fang Ruotang didn't answer. Instead, she leaned back on the chaise lounge and said in a very comfortable manner, "Fan me a little while, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when they finish their work."

With Brahma's level of cultivation, a gentle breeze would arise with the slightest thought.

But Fang Ruotang didn't know that she was just giving him something to do, so that he wouldn't be like a wicked landlord, eyeing the six laborers and threatening to kill them.

Fan glanced at the fan in his hand, suppressed his joy, and walked quietly behind Fang Ruotang. He carefully fanned himself and asked considerately, "Is this breeze alright? Would you like it a little stronger?"

"No need, this is fine. The breeze is gentle and it's very comfortable. Okay, I'm going to sleep now, don't bother me." Fang Ruotang is a carefree person; when she says she's going to sleep, she really means it.

The six laborers, though somewhat overconfident, were not fools. They clearly understood that their two brushes with death were thanks to that seemingly different senior.

The senior is asleep now, but the god of death is still here. He seems to be gently fanning himself, but he is like a demon.

"Want to die?"

"No, no, no!"

The six men shook their heads like rattles.

They didn't understand how the God of Slaughter could have noticed them spying without even looking up.

The six of them were all at a low level of cultivation, still in the Foundation Establishment stage. They banded together to ensure their survival, and had no idea how powerful the divine sense of high-level cultivators was.

Not to mention such blatant spying, some highly skilled cultivators can even sense a person's emotional likes and dislikes.

When Fang Ruotang woke up, the spiritual herbs had already been harvested and neatly placed in her storage ring. She glanced at them with her divine sense and roughly estimated that there were at least several thousand herbs.

She was very satisfied and gave ten plants to each of the six people in front of her.

"Alright, you can leave now!"

Fang Ruotang waved her hand, letting the person leave.

The other five people started running as fast as they could.

The male cultivator who had been beaten was the only one who didn't leave. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Senior, my name is Yi Tian. There are many spiritual herbs and plants in this secret realm. I would like to continue working with you."

“Heaven? It seems we have some connection.” Fang Ruotang raised her eyes, giving Yi Tian a proper look because of his name, and glanced at him in the Retrospective Mirror. Then she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.