What Jian Ning brought was spiritual spring water. Yang Dali was an old alpaca who was knowledgeable among the spiritual race. He knew from just one sip that this water was the legendary spiritual spring water of the immortal cultivators in the human world.

As early as when he was still a young lamb, he had heard the previous leader of the tribe mention that when human cultivators reached the mortal immortal realm, they could create a space in their bodies and absorb nutrients from the vital energy of heaven and earth. They could also inject the immortal energy in their bodies into the spatial pool and transform the water into spiritual springs.

Yang Dali felt a little scared as he drank. It was a good thing that he didn't fight with Jian Ning today. He didn't expect that a young lady in the human world had already achieved the realm of immortality.

Hmm? No, if she had achieved the Mortal Immortal Realm, why would she need him to come and help the fruit trees grow? It seems this young lady has a Mortal Immortal Realm expert behind her.

The whereabouts of the masters in the mortal world are always erratic, so it is normal to invite him. You should know that the spiritual spring water of the mortal world is not even available in the Tiger King family in their spiritual world, let alone their alpaca family. He will remember this great favor!

That evening, Jian Ning prepared four dishes and a soup for the county magistrate and his men. While the dishes weren't many, the portions were generous. Besides rice, they also included noodles, enough for them to feast on. She also brought out a five-jin jar of Yunshan Cui wine. The aroma of the wine filled the air, and Yang Dali, who was sitting in the yard, was drooling.

Erlangzi came out with a bowl of food piled high in one hand and a bowl of wine in the other. He came over and sat down next to Yang Dali. He took a big sip of wine first, put down the bowl, held the bowl of rice, and started to eat voraciously with his cheeks wide open.

He took a few big mouthfuls of food, then picked up the wine bowl and took a few sips. With each sip, Yang Dali swallowed his saliva fiercely. Erlangzi was completely unaware and just kept doing his own thing.

The wine bowl was right next to Yang Dali, and he could drink from it if he went over to it, but he was the leader of the alpaca herd after all, and it would be shameful to steal a sip!

Bad news spreads far and wide, this can’t be done!

He simply closed his eyes, thinking out of sight, out of mind, and cursed the idiot in his heart. Damn it, this big and strong kid is really a bit stupid, why didn't he ask the old man if he wanted to taste the wine?

Forget it, he secretly made up his mind to barter with the young lady for some good wine and take it back to let the prominent elders in the tribe have a taste.

That's a fine wine brewed with spiritual spring water from a master in the Mortal Immortal Realm! Even a small sip can boost spiritual power. It seems their alpaca clan has a chance to rise to prominence.

Thinking of this, Yang Dali couldn't help but get excited. Other tribes in the spirit world would produce a flying immortal every two Jiazi years at most. But for some reason, his alpaca tribe hadn't produced one in nearly seven hundred years. Otherwise, he wouldn't have led his entire tribe to migrate here in anger after being repeatedly ostracized and suppressed!

Now, he believed that with the blessing of the spiritual spring water from the human race's mortal fairyland, he would be able to ascend to become an immortal in just sixty years at most.

Yang Dali was so excited that he almost cried. He pricked up his ears to listen to the noises in the cafeteria, hoping that they would finish eating quickly so that they could get down to business.

In the dining hall, Ding Youtian hadn't yet brought up the apple sapling issue with the county magistrate and the others, but he did mention the idea of ​​planting trees to improve Danyang's climate. When he said this, the county magistrate glanced at him silently, without commenting. He knew they needed to plant trees, but where would they get the money to buy the saplings?

He couldn't even remember how many letters he had delivered to the provincial government over the years, but no one ever paid any attention to him until the last two years, when he lost interest in them.

Heaven will not tolerate the people of Danyang, and there is nothing he can do. He will live one day at a time, and he will stay on this land whether he lives or dies. One day, when he kicks his legs and closes his eyes, his sins in this life will be over!

Late at night, after Erniu and Sanniu fell asleep, Jian Ning cut some branches out from the herb room. Erlangzi couldn't wait to see Yang Dali transform again, and this time he had to watch carefully. He held the rope tightly, stared at Yang Dali with his eyes wide open.

"What are you doing, kid?" Tong Bajin and Ding Youtian borrowed a hoe from the county magistrate. Seeing that his eyes were almost popping out, he raised his hand and slapped him on the butt. He turned his head and the rope in his hand was gone. When he turned his head again, Yang Dali was stroking his beard and looking at the fruit seedlings in Jian Ning's hand with a smile.

"Where do you plan to plant it?" Yang Dali asked Jian Ning.

"Let's plant them in this yard." Ding Youtian handed a hoe to Erlangzi and circled a few areas in the yard. "Start planting in these areas."

After saying that, he called Tong Bajin and Erlangzi to prepare to dig.

Yang Dali waved his hand, "No need to exert so much effort, just look at me."

He walked to the place where Ding Youtian had circled, poured his spiritual power into his hairy right finger, and gently shook it a few times at the ground. The soil and bricks instantly sank and scattered, and a hole appeared in a moment.

Yang Dali was not showing off on purpose, but was doing it to save time. Jian Ning watched him do this and remembered that after he learned the immortal cultivation techniques from Liu Xiazi's book, he had smashed a pile of bricks and stones in the air when he was digging a wine cellar and expanding the courtyard wall of the old house.

She remained silent and secretly followed suit, channeling her spiritual energy into her right index finger. When the spiritual energy in her body was continuously transferred to her right index finger, she instantly felt her index finger burst with strength, and all the spiritual energy was transformed into spiritual power. She shook it lightly at the ground a few times, and a hole also appeared.

Ding Youtian's eyes were on Yang Dali and he didn't notice Jian Ning's hand movements. He was startled when he saw a hole suddenly appear beside him.

"Madam, this is incredible! This is amazing!" he praised sincerely.

Erlangzi scratched his head. He already admired Yang Dali very much, but he never expected that his wife could also do this. Naturally, he admired his wife even more.

"Can I learn these magic arts from Madam?" Erlangzi looked at Jian Ning and asked.

"If you want to learn my martial arts, I can teach you, but you need spiritual roots to cultivate immortal arts. You can't learn it just because you want to." Jane Ning said excitedly and tried to dig a second hole. This time she felt that the spiritual energy was a bit exhausted, so she decided to stop after making the second hole and didn't continue to dig.

After all, she was no match for Yang Dali, and her spiritual energy was not as abundant as his. For the spirit race, digging a small tree hole did not consume much spiritual energy. In a short while, Yang Dali had finished everything. He took a branch from Tong Bajin's hand, and slowly stroked the branch with his right hand. Circles of milky white light and shadow appeared where his hand passed, and disappeared in a flash.

"Okay, plant them. They'll definitely survive." After applying spiritual power to all the branches, he turned to look at Jian Ning, "Mrs. Ding, may I have a word with you?"

"Sure, this way please." Jian Ning invited him into the dining hall. "What's the matter? Just tell me."

Yang Dali glanced at Ding Youtian and the other two planting fruit seedlings in the yard, stroked his beard, and pondered for a moment before saying slowly, "If my eyes are not blurry, when I first saw you today, the lady suddenly had a small, exquisite knife in her hand. Is this true?"

"Yes, that's right." Jane Ning nodded.

"Excuse me, Madam, do you have a portable space that can hold everything?"

"Yes." He was a spirit, so Jian Ning didn't need to hide it from him, so he admitted it readily, "It's a birthday gift from my master. Uncle, why do you ask this?"