The indigo-colored divine spring has been claimed as its own territory by the career-oriented sacred lotus. It's probably because they're all family that the seven-colored divine spring is so generous!
Ye Xiruo dusted himself off, wondering if he hadn't yet visited his thatched hut. Turning around, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest—his thatched hut had been upgraded to a villa! It had three floors. The ground floor contained a kitchen, living room, and storage room; the second floor had a study and bedroom; and the third floor was an open-air terrace with a small white jade pavilion in the center, beneath which sat a jade table and four matching jade chairs. A circle of flowerbeds surrounded the pavilion, presumably planted with spiritual herbs and flowers, where one could leisurely enjoy tea and admire the blossoms—how wonderful!
It seems the original owner of this space was a very meticulous and refined person. After looking around, Ye Xiruo couldn't be more satisfied.
The medicinal herbs in the field had long since ripened. Ye Xiru released her spiritual power, directly enveloping the ten acres of land. All the herbs seemed to be drawn by an inexplicable force, flying out of the soil one by one, each herb perfectly preserved. Indeed, improving her strength was beneficial; otherwise, picking so many herbs by hand would have turned her into fertilizer.
Even so, after harvesting fifty acres of medicinal herbs, her spiritual energy was exhausted. She had no choice but to rush into the yellow divine spring to recover. Three hours later, Ye Xiruo was fully recovered and harvested the remaining fifty acres of medicinal herbs.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Are you going to help me wash the herbs or till the soil? Forget it, I'll do the hard work of washing the herbs! You go till the soil!" Ye Xiruo smiled like a little fox who had just stolen some fish.
Xiu Qiyu drew his sword. Ye Xiruo grabbed Xiu Qiyu's hand: "Please don't do anything rash, just slit your throat! It's just a flip, nothing difficult, really." Ye Xiruo's expression was very sincere, her hands tightly holding Xiu Qiyu's sleeve, as if she would never let go even in death.
Xiu Qiyu glanced at Ye Xiruo's two delicate white hands, then stared at her with a half-smile: "Junior Sister's imagination is truly rich." But he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.
It was only now that Ye Xiruo realized she had misunderstood and made such a huge blunder—it was truly embarrassing.
She abruptly released Xiu Qiyu's hand: "Brother Xiu Qi, you can continue with your work. I won't bother you any longer."
Then, with a flash of white light, all the medicinal herbs were stored in her storage ring. She quickly ran to the stream to wash and dry the herbs before putting them in the storage room.
"System, quickly take your share!" A flash of white light appeared, and all the medicinal herbs were laid out beside the divine spring, looking abundant with spiritual energy and quite a magnificent sight.
Sure enough, when she looked down again, a third of the medicinal herbs on the ground were gone. What a heartless landlord! Ye Xiruo pouted and used her spiritual power to put a hundred herbs into the stream, washing them thoroughly to remove the excess mud. Then she controlled the herbs to fly to the green grass to dry.
This is a very delicate task. You must be very gentle when washing it, otherwise you will damage the roots or leaves, which will lower the quality of the medicinal material and make it unusable.
Sigh! Looking around, there are at least five thousand medicinal herbs in this densely packed area. If you grow one hundred herbs at a time, it would take fifty times, not even counting the time needed to recover your mental strength.
It seems she won't be able to leave the space for at least another day.
This was the first time Brother Xiu had done such rough work, and he wondered how well he had done. Ye Xiru stretched and walked to the edge of the black soil. When she saw it, her mouth dropped open.
She seemed to have forgotten to tell Brother Xiuqi that only 500 acres of land needed to be tilled. She planned to grow some spirit trees, spirit flowers, and spirit fruits for the rest, so that there would be fruit to eat in the space, all-natural and pollution-free products.
As expected of Brother Xiu Qi, Ye Xiruo has been utterly crushed. Suddenly, a famous saying from her past life echoed in her mind: "The difference between humans and animals lies in the use of tools."
Brother Xiu Qi immediately released three puppets, which were huffing and puffing as they turned the ground. Of course, Brother Xiu Qi wasn't idle either; his sword moved nimbly across the earth like a flying dragon, turning the ground. Yes, turning the ground.
Ye Xiruo was quite shocked. If she had known where to find such puppets, she would have bought a few to do her work. She was so tired every day, and she felt so bitter and wanted to cry.
"Are you done with your work, Xiao Yezi?" Xiu Qiyu, dressed in an exquisite white robe, drew a white line in the air and landed directly in front of Ye Xiruo.
"Not yet, we've washed a third of it, and there are still two-thirds left." Ye Xiruo stared intently at the puppet in the ground, determined to take a good look at it once they finished turning the soil.
"I subdued these puppets when I was exploring the secret realm. These three are all at the Golden Core stage and are the best preserved. There are five others that are quite damaged and need to be repaired before they can be used. There are also two puppets at the late Nascent Soul stage, which require a lot of mental energy and spirit stones to control, so I didn't let them work."
"Brother Xiu Qi is amazing. Isn't this a waste of his talents?" It feels like a bit of a waste.
"Little Leaf, don't forget, I, the Nascent Soul, am currently helping you till the soil."
Ye Xiruo blushed slightly: "It is quite a waste."
"I want to see what the puppet looks like?" Ye Xiruo rubbed her hands together, looking at Xiu Qiyu with excitement.
Xiu Qiyu released two Nascent Soul puppets, slightly larger than real people. Their limbs appeared to be made of a special type of wood, incorporating many rare materials and potions, and even possessed a slight elasticity to the touch. The control hub was located in the core within the head; as long as one left their soul imprint within the core, they could manipulate the puppets.
Legendary puppets are said to be invulnerable to swords and spears, impervious to mountains of knives and seas of fire. Ye Xiruo drew the blood essence given to her by Xiu Qiyu, channeled her true energy, and slashed at the puppet, leaving only a shallow white mark. After a while, it miraculously healed itself. Ye Xiruo struck more than a dozen times in succession, finally leaving a shallow wound in the same spot. The wound then slowly healed, and it was believed that it would soon be completely healed, restored to its original state.
Ye Xiruo gritted her teeth and said, "Fine!" She admitted her weakness, and a wisp of pale blue flame appeared at her fingertips as she prepared to start burning.
"Little Ye, please have mercy! This puppet is made of wood. Even with the added potion, a strong beast fire can still damage it, let alone this extremely domineering strange fire."
"Although it's afraid of fire, it's still a rare treasure, a real gem."
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