"You idiot, why are you working so hard every day? As long as those spiritual flowers and herbs reach the middle grade, they are considered qualified. Even if you cultivate them to the upper grade, those stingy disciples and elders will not give you any rewards."

"Fool" is Ye Feng's nickname.

Because Ye Feng was very dull and always seemed a bit simple-minded, that's what the other servants called him.

Ye Feng swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, then used his finger to pick up the rice grains from the corner of his mouth before saying, "Wang Fu, don't you know? Using the Azure Wood True Technique to cultivate spiritual flowers and herbs is itself a form of cultivation!"

"Then I haven't seen you cultivate to the Enlightenment stage either," Wang Fu sneered, then started shoveling food into his mouth with his chopsticks.

Like Wang Fu, Ye Feng is currently in the Foundation Establishment stage, or rather, most of his servants are in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Foundation Building stage is the lowest level, the first level. The second level is the Enlightenment stage, and the third level is the Illumination stage.

Of the 100,000 servants, fewer than 100 have broken through to the second stage of enlightenment by cultivating spiritual flowers and herbs over time. Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Wang Fu to mock Ye Feng for overestimating his abilities.

Ye Feng didn't argue, and kept his head down, eating heartily.

Suddenly, a gust of evening wind swept in, causing the spiritual flowers and herbs in the spirit garden to sway from side to side.

Ye Feng was still eating heartily, but Wang Fu and the other servants had already put down their bowls and knelt respectfully on the ground.

"Greetings, Elder Ziyun!"

The servants spoke respectfully.

Ye Feng looked up and saw a graceful crane flapping its wings and hovering in the air. An old man with a white beard, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on the crane's back and was looking down at him with piercing eyes.

"Servant Yefeng greets Elder Ziyun."

Night Breeze was reluctant to put down his rice bowl, so he knelt down with the bowl in his hand and said.

Elder Ziyun nodded slightly and asked, "Night Wind, how is the cultivation of that Purple Nether Grass going..."

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Ziyun's expression suddenly changed, because he had already seen the small purple flower in front of Yefeng.

"It... has bloomed?" Elder Ziyun's weathered voice was tinged with a hint of joy.

Night Breeze nodded and replied, "Yes, the flower bloomed three days ago."

"Great job, you did very well."

With a wave of his hand, Elder Ziyun caused the Purple Ghost Grass on the ground to sprout and fly into his wide sleeves.

Watching the cranes disappear into the night, Ye Feng felt a pang of envy.

How wonderful it would be if I could ride on the back of a crane and fly for a while?

Although his mind was wandering, Ye Feng ate quickly with his chopsticks and opened and closed his mouth, finishing a bowl of rice in no time.

Wang Fu mocked from the side, "You idiot, you fool! Look at this! You've been working day and night for the past ten days, nurturing this Purple Ghost Grass, and what have you gotten in return? Just a mere 'You did a great job'!"

“Cultivating spiritual herbs is also a form of cultivation. I think I’m close to breaking through to the Enlightenment stage,” Ye Feng said earnestly.

"Come on, you."

Wang Fu, carrying the empty bowl, walked away with several other servants, his disdainful words faintly audible: "What an idiot, hopeless..."

His servants burst into laughter.

Night Breeze scratched the back of its head and muttered to itself, "I've always been stupid, and you guys are only just realizing it now..."

Purple Cloud Cave on Jade Peak.

The crane flapped its wings and slowly descended. As Elder Ziyun dismounted from its back, she transformed into a petite girl amidst a hazy white light.

"Elder, Elder, why is the Purple Ghost Grass blooming? The Purple Ghost Grass can bloom?" the little girl who was actually a spirit crane asked impatiently.

Purple violet grass rarely blooms, hence its name. If it could bloom easily, it wouldn't be called purple violet grass, but rather purple violet flower.

Elder Ziyun took out the Purple Nether Grass from his sleeve, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face as he looked at the tiny purple flower, no bigger than a fingernail, at the top of the grass stem.

"Little Bai, Purple Ghost Grass does bloom, but only the highest grade Purple Ghost Grass will bloom; the lower, middle, and upper grades will not."

Elder Ziyun's earnest teachings left the little girl Xiaobai, who was actually a spirit crane, with a look of half-understanding.

After a long while, she suddenly exclaimed, "Doesn't that mean that this Purple Ghost Grass has been cultivated into a top-grade plant by that little fool?"

"yes."

Elder Ziyun nodded with a smile.

"Who is that little fool?" Xiaobai asked, pinching her chin with her fingers.

Elder Ziyun narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems that the sect leader brought him back from the capital six years ago. At that time, I thought she was going to take him as her disciple, but who knew that the sect leader would abandon him in the spirit garden and not care about him for six whole years... What exactly is the sect leader planning? I just can't figure it out..."

Just then, a flash of light appeared beside them.

"Huh, top-grade Purple Nether Grass? Elder Ziyun, where did you get this? Top-grade Purple Nether Grass is very rare..."

As the voice rang out, a Taoist nun dressed in a gray robe with a sword at her waist stepped out from the light and appeared in front of Master Ziyun and Xiaobai.

Startled, Xiao Bai revealed its true form, transforming into a black and white spirit crane. With a flick of Elder Ziyun's hand, the Purple Nether Grass vanished.

"What Purple Ghost Grass? Elder Lingxiu, are you seeing things?" Elder Ziyun said, empty-handed.

The Daoist nun, known as Elder Lingxiu, stood with her hands on her hips and a stern face, saying, "Elder Ziyun, you can't just lie through your teeth. Do you think I didn't see it? Tell me honestly, where did you get that top-grade Purple Nether Grass? Did you misappropriate our Longevity Sect's public resources...?"

"Elder Lingxiu, I don't understand what you're saying. If you're dissatisfied with me, then go complain to the sect leader. I don't have time to waste my breath on you. I still need to refine the Heavenly Elixir for my good disciple..."

After Elder Ziyun finished speaking, he walked into his cave.

Elder Lingxiu paused for two seconds, then suddenly realized: "Isn't the main ingredient of the Heavenly Palace Pill the Purple Nether Grass? Ziyun, you—"

Suddenly, a stone slab fell from the Purple Cloud Cave, sealing the entrance with a loud bang.

A line of large, elegant characters appeared on the stone slab: "Cultivating in progress, please do not disturb!"

Elder Lingxiu laughed in anger, then turned sharply to look at the spirit crane: "Little White, do you know what our Longevity Sect values ​​most in its disciples?"

"Talent for cultivation?" Little White Crane tilted its head.

"Wrong!" Elder Lingxiu crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Family background?" Little White Crane tilted its head to the other side.

"Wrong!" Elder Lingxiu shook her head vigorously.

The little white crane lowered its head, its long neck drooping, and softly apologized, "Elder, please forgive me, this disciple did not know..."

"It's about mindset!" Elder Lingxiu put his left hand behind his back, pacing while pointing with his right hand, just like a schoolteacher in the mortal world.

She glanced at the little white crane and continued, "And honesty is the most important quality in one's character—"