473 Overbearing One

The dragon blood rice now radiated an alluring glow. Each grain of rice resembled a sparkling, translucent ruby, shimmering brilliantly.

At this moment, within the spiritual land, the entire Dragon Blood Rice Field seemed to have transformed into a red ocean, shimmering and breathtakingly beautiful.

As time slowly passed, some of the dragon blood rice never cracked again.

Rou Rou gently picked a seed and observed it carefully, saying, "The dragon blood rice is ripe and ready to be harvested. However, those without cracked husks need to be kept separately; these are the seeds. Those that have cracked husks cannot be planted."

Upon receiving a positive response, the eager crowd immediately flocked to the Dragon Blood Rice and gently began to pick it, which resembled tiny rubies.

Huifu gently picked a fruit, but the fruit was so tight it didn't want to come off; she had to use all her strength to pick it.

Xiao Cong was overjoyed, holding a dragon blood rice the size of a quail egg, and carefully picked one.

Wei Lan, Fang Hua, Hua Yu, Qing Hui, and several others looked at the treasure before them with wonder. They were amazed to see such a magical plant mature for the first time.

Although Lian Xiuxiu was experienced, seeing it with her own eyes and picking it with her own hands, she could not hide her excitement. The Qilin beside her showed a hint of longing, but waited silently.

Seeing that Lianxiu was gently picking the rice grains one by one, she couldn't resist any longer. She slowly stepped forward, and with a sweep of her unicorn claw, all the dragon blood rice on a rice stalk was picked and lay quietly in the box.

Lian Xiuxiu chuckled softly, looking at the playful Qilin, and suddenly felt that this Qilin was really in its infancy.

Within the sacred land, on the ink bamboo, several fruits have grown out of nowhere. The fruits are about the size of oranges, colorless and tasteless.

The Qingxin tea tree has adapted to its new environment, sprouting green buds and a faint fragrance permeating the spiritual land. The women often feel comfortable and at peace.

Yun Su, Yun Qing, and Yun Shuni returned late at night. They had made many decisions and arrangements today.

As night fell, Steward Jin reported the return of Lord He and Madam Jingzhai. Steward Jin was not allowed to go to the inner courtyard without orders.

Yun Su asked softly, then nodded slightly. After Butler Jin left, Yun Shuni blushed and whispered, "Shen Lang and the others haven't even had dinner yet. How awful!"

Yun Su chuckled softly, "Why don't you go and see if Shen Lang has gone mad?"

Yun Shuni gently shook her head and whispered, "No, I'm not going. Sister Wei Lan and the others haven't come out yet. Should we go check on them?"

Yun Su nodded and said softly, "Let's go wash up first, then we'll go check on things. With Qing Hui here and Sister Xi Xi at home, there shouldn't be any trouble."

Yun Qing smiled and nodded, "We also need to cultivate diligently in the spiritual land tomorrow, so my lover can rest assured."

Shuni and Yunsu chuckled upon hearing this.

The bathwater rippled gently, and soft laughter filled the air. After a long while, Yun Suyun and Yun Shuni, wearing a black cross-strap bra, gently slipped on a fitted long dress.

Yunqing triangle bra, black, slim-fit shorts, and shawl jacket.

Just as I was about to leave, the door opened without me noticing, and a familiar person quietly entered.

Yun Su smiled gently, her beautiful hair reaching her waist.

A cool night, a shy woman, a straight back, and delicate feet.

Yun Qing slowly lowered her head.

The restless sounds, the flowing hair, the inner turmoil, subsided after two hours.

With the help of the Qilin, the harvesting speed of the dragon blood rice increased significantly. The Qilin's claw struck without harming a single grain, creating a sense of accomplishment and ritual.

The women carefully picked the dragon blood rice, waiting for the Qilin to arrive. After the Qilin left, all the dragon blood rice on the plant was picked clean.

Soon, the dragon blood rice was completely harvested.

Just as the women were admiring the exquisite, ruby-like Dragon Blood Rice, the harvested plants began to wither and die, as if their mission was complete and they had lost their vitality.

The vibrant colors faded, the leaves began to dry out, and the branches gradually withered. Then, slowly, the dragon blood rice plant became fragile, as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Just as Zheng Ben was beginning to be surprised by what he saw, another change occurred. After the Dragon Blood Rice plant completely withered, it began to slowly turn into ash. It turned into fine ash particles that drifted away with the wind.

The thick branches gradually broke off, turning into piles of ashes, leaving only scattered ashes on the ground, as if telling the story of their existence.

Looking at the dragon blood rice in their hands and the ashes on the ground, which seemed to have vanished without a trace, the women were astonished.

Wanqing gently took out five grains of dragon blood rice and gave them to Qilin, and then gave one grain to each of the five little ones.

"Thank you, thank you, sister." Xiao Cong happily thanked Rou Rou on behalf of his family.

The Qilin silently took it, then swallowed it whole, and floated quietly beside Lian Xiuxiu, as if it were asleep.

Rourou said softly, "Sisters, please try some too, but this time it tastes even better when it's cooked."

Wei Lan, Bi Yunyan, and the others smiled gently and nodded repeatedly. They handed the Dragon Blood Rice to Rou Rou.

Rou Rou carefully counted the unopened seeds, and chuckled softly, "That's quite nice, over a hundred seeds."

Then, she softly smiled at Wei Lan and said, "Dragon Blood Rice has virtually no side effects, can be consumed long-term, and can even be used to build a child's foundation."

Wei Lan nodded slightly, her eyes thoughtful.

The group then gazed gently at a patch of spirit wheat in the distance, lush and vibrant with life.

The wheat has grown to about three feet tall, like a green ocean, swaying gently in the breeze and creating ripples.

Each wheat stalk stands tall and straight, with lush green leaves, full of vitality.

Looking at the thriving spirit wheat before her, Wan Qing smiled slightly, her beauty captivating all. She whispered, "The spirit wheat is the same. Its growth is even more promising. It should be ready to ripen soon."

Thanks to the abundant spiritual energy within the sacred land.

Having said that, she stretched out her slender, jade-like hand, as if one could touch the flowing spiritual energy. Her fair, jade-like hand, and the sparkling of her eyes, revealed such a rich and enduring spiritual energy; it was truly intriguing.

Wei Lan, Hui Ru, and Qing Hui felt the same way. Qing Hui quietly sensed it and seemed to find that the spiritual energy had not decreased, but rather increased.

For some reason, I thought of Shen Lang. I wondered if he had returned today. If he hadn't, I assumed he was safe and sound.

Everyone's eyes were also fixed on the several curious objects within the spiritual land.

Everyone knows about that Qingxin tea tree, but it's only just begun to sprout new green buds, so they don't know if it's ready to be harvested. The aroma alone is intoxicating; if they could actually use it, it would be even more tempting.

Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, she said softly, "The Qingxin tea trees are ready to be harvested. How about we brew a pot of tea tomorrow and everyone can try it?"