Eeya ya!
At dawn, as soon as Feng Bingwen opened his eyes, he heard a series of cooing sounds. Without a doubt, it was the sound of the little white peony spirit that had come to live with him.
After being nourished by unlimited spiritual water for so long, the huge deficit caused by the migration of its original body has long been made up, and there is even a slight surplus, which has caused it to grow taller, although it is not very obvious.
The key point isn't that; after getting enough benefits from him, the little guy didn't forget to run back to his original place to show off, or rather, to promote it.
The most direct result of this was that, within just seven days after Feng Bingwen kicked the old medicine spirit out of his mansion, several more flower and plant spirits from the mountains moved into his courtyard.
If ordinary people were to invite friends and stay in someone else's house like this, they would inevitably cause resentment and even trouble. But these innocent and lovely mountain spirits are really hard to dislike.
Moreover, these little elves who had been invited to stay were quite sensible. Just as Feng Bingwen sat up from the bed, he saw several exquisitely crafted little figures fluttering their petal wings, carrying a flower cup, and flying in, presenting it to Feng Bingwen like a treasure.
"Didn't I say we don't need to brew this flower dew?"
Looking at the flower cup held in front of him, and the fragrance of the flowers that followed, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but show a helpless expression. The flower cup contained a mouthful of bright, glistening honey. Even without drinking it, one could feel its warmth. It was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary thing.
This is the "rent" these mountain spirits pay for living in his courtyard; it's not what Feng Bingwen demands, but rather what these little guys brew themselves.
At dawn, the essence of the wood is gathered from the dew that is concentrated among the flowers, and the first wisp of purple mist that falls when the sun rises is collected. Only then can this spiritual dew be brewed.
For these weak flower spirits, brewing such spiritual dew not only requires a joint effort, but also delays their own cultivation and accumulation.
So after tasting it once and figuring out how this spiritual dew was brewed, Feng Bingwen refused such offerings. But who would have thought that these little guys wouldn't listen to him?
"Eeya ya!"
Seeing that Feng Bingwen didn't seem to intend to enjoy the spiritual dew they had painstakingly brewed, the little white peony, which was quite conspicuous even among flower spirits, immediately started babbling and looked somewhat anxious.
“You’re brewing too frequently, and it’s useless to me.”
Feng Bingwen could vaguely guess what the little flower spirit was trying to say, but he still refused.
Actually, this flower dew wasn't truly useless to him. It contained a wisp of purple energy, and if he could drink it in large quantities over a long period, it would be of great benefit to his cultivation, since purple energy was something that powerful cultivators would collect.
However, even if all the flower essences were captured and forced to work 996 hours a day, it would still be impossible to brew such a large quantity of flower dew.
"Eeya ya!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's explicit refusal, not only the little white peony that had first settled in the courtyard, but also the other little flower spirits showed signs of anxiety.
These little flower fairies are romantic by nature, but they are not stupid. Some of them had already received guidance before moving here.
They placed their bodies near the residence of a high monk, an act tantamount to seeking refuge. Since they were seeking refuge, they naturally had to make offerings to him.
If the other party does not accept any offerings, it means that when the time comes, they can be abandoned without hesitation. Without the protection of a vested interest, they are extremely vulnerable and depend entirely on the other party's whims.
"Alright, stop arguing, just do as I say."
Looking at these noisy little elves, some of whom couldn't help but cry, Feng Bingwen noticed something amiss and remembered the old thing he had kicked away.
It was after that day that a large number of spirits poured into his mansion, some of whom even moved their original bodies over and made their homes in his mansion.
“You’re condensing this flower dew every day, which is really too harmful to you. You can’t do this for long. At most, do it once a month. Once it’s made, you don’t need to give it to me. Send it to the food and water of my elderly relatives at home and secretly feed it to them.”
Feng Bingwen gave these instructions. This flower dew was of little use to him, but it was still a rare treasure for mortals. It probably wouldn't work to reverse aging, but drinking it once a month would probably ensure a long life of a hundred years.
"Eeya ya!"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the dejected and even tearful flower spirits suddenly burst into cheerful and noisy shouts.
"Alright, let's consider this the first time. You can take this flower cup over there!"
Following Feng Bingwen's instructions, the flower spirits, just as energetic as when they arrived, carried their cups of flowers and headed towards the side room where the two elderly people lived in the nearby courtyard.
Feng Bingwen found this scene amusing and wasn't worried about them at all. Although the hired laborers had already begun cleaning and sweeping his house, it would be easy to keep it from their notice.
Although they are the weakest of all plant spirits in the world, lacking any power to kill, their methods of concealment are indeed excellent, easily deceiving mortals.
However, although Feng Bingwen said he would not drink flower dew, an old medicine spirit in the mountains surrounding Qingshan County, who had been kicked away by the mischievous boy, realized that the boy was a person worthy of trust.
As a result, in just over a month, the number of spirits in Feng Bingwen's courtyard increased to over a hundred. The result of so many little creatures, blessed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathering in the courtyard was that the plants and trees in Feng Bingwen's courtyard grew wildly, giving it a somewhat desolate and primitive feel.
If Feng Bingwen hadn't used magic to conceal it, the hired laborers would have noticed the anomaly long ago. Even if they couldn't see it with their eyes, they could feel the difference in their bodies when they stepped into the courtyard.
Each time I enter, my body feels lighter, and the fragrance of grass and the alluring aroma of flowers fill my nostrils. Even after cleaning the entire yard, I don't feel tired at all; instead, I feel completely refreshed.
Even the farmhands who only come to sweep once a day feel this way, let alone Feng Bingwen who lives in this courtyard. The spirits of all the plants in the mountains gather in his courtyard, and no matter how extraordinary he is, he can still benefit from it.
One of the benefits is that the honey that can only be made by several flower essences working together has now increased more than tenfold in production. While it may not be enough to drink freely, it's perfectly fine to have a sip every now and then.
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