Bai Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "That kind of wooden house is a bit small."
Just as Yun Yue was about to say that he could build an even larger one, Bai Qingqing said, "Let's build it with bamboo."
“Then I’ll go to the back mountain to cut bamboo,” Jin Hao volunteered.
"I'll go too," the others chimed in.
"No need, no need, I have some right here." Bai Qingqing beckoned to Wukong: "Wukong, take two or three people to cut bamboo."
"Yes, Master." Wukong was a tiny, golden ball, incredibly cute.
Zheng Siwen only glanced at it, but she was so happy she wanted to scream, and she really wanted to hug it and give it a squeeze.
She also wanted a little spirit pet like that.
The next second, she sensed Wukong's cultivation level as a peak ninth level of the half-step immortal realm.
The thought that had just arisen was immediately extinguished.
Wukong randomly pointed to three people and led them towards the bamboo forest.
"Great, Great Sage, is this, is this bamboo forest?" Yun Hong stood in front of the bamboo forest and asked, stammering.
A large expanse of lush bamboo forest was shrouded in a light blue mist.
That blue mist was none other than pure spiritual energy.
If he wasn't mistaken, this should be the Azure Mist Divine Bamboo recorded in ancient books, right?
Ancient texts record that the Azure Mist Divine Bamboo can not only accelerate cultivation speed, but also continuously purify the spiritual energy in the spiritual sea.
It is a divine object.
Such a precious spiritual plant, you just cut it down to build a house?
"Hmm." Wukong nodded: "Your cultivation is limited, so just cut down the ones outside. With your current cultivation, you can barely scratch the ones inside."
Yun Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Then she looked up and glanced at Luo Zixing and Jin Hao.
Just then, the two of them looked up and glanced at each other.
They both saw shock and shame in each other's eyes.
"Great Sage, we can hardly scratch those outside," Yun Hong said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Luo Zixing and Jin Hao also raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
This little courtyard is terrifying!
“Of course, you can’t do it alone.” Wukong said, taking three machetes from a small hut nearby and handing them to them: “Use these.”
Yun Hong and the other two took it shakily, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Isn't this a top-grade spiritual weapon?
"What are you standing there for?" Wukong glanced at them and said, "Hurry up and cut!"
"Yes, Great Sage." Yun Hong immediately walked to a bamboo stalk, channeled all his spiritual power, and chopped down hard.
There was only a faint mark on the bamboo.
Yun Hong dared not hold back at all, and only after exhausting all his spiritual power was he able to barely cut down one plant.
Then he plopped down on the ground, too exhausted to speak.
Luo Zixing and Jin Hao were in the same situation.
Wukong brought over a pot of chrysanthemum tea and poured a cup for each of the three of them: "Have a sip of tea, and continue."
The three of them were so tired that their fingers were trembling, and they could barely hold the cups.
Jin Hao accidentally spilled a few drops.
"Thank you, Great Sage," the three said in unison.
After exhausting all his spiritual energy, he did feel extremely thirsty.
So the three of them didn't look closely, took it, and immediately tilted their heads back and drank it down.
After drinking the chrysanthemum tea, the three of them immediately widened their eyes.
Because the spiritual sea that had been completely depleted had been restored to its original state at this moment.
"Great Sage, this..."
"Stop with the 'this' and 'that'. Once you've recovered, hurry up and chop some bamboo. If you're out of spiritual energy, have some tea." Wukong interrupted, "Master is waiting for your bamboo."
"Yes." The three of them immediately stood up straight and got to work with great enthusiasm.
With chrysanthemum tea as a supply, the three of them didn't hold back and chopped one chrysanthemum after another.
Of course, I also drank cup after cup of chrysanthemum tea.
Gradually, Yunhong discovered that what used to take dozens of strokes to cut a bamboo stalk now only took a dozen or so.
This chrysanthemum tea not only replenishes their depleted spiritual energy but also increases their strength.
Everyone was an outstanding member of their generation, and Yun Hong could sense it, so Jin Hao and Luo Zixing naturally felt it as well.
It was precisely because he sensed it that Jin Hao was so annoyed.
A few drops just spilled out.
That was really wrong.
Jin Hao pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, then tore off the piece of clothing that had been stained with tea, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.
This left Wukong, who was standing to the side, completely bewildered.
Seeing Wukong staring at him, Jin Hao blushed and explained, "I spilled a few drops of tea on this, and I was afraid of wasting it."
"There's still tea in the teapot over there, no need to be so frugal." Wukong waved his little paws and said, "Keep going, keep going, we still don't have enough bamboo."
"Yes, Great Sage," Jin Hao immediately stood up straight and replied loudly.
When he had chopped about thirty, Wukong said, "Alright, that should be enough."
"Great Sage, here is your magical weapon back." Yun Hong respectfully handed the cleaver to Wukong with both hands.
"Put them back in that little wooden hut over there." Wukong raised his paw and pointed to the side, saying, "Those are the various farm tools you'll be using in the future."
"Yes, Great Sage." Yun Hong nodded and went to the small wooden house with Luo Zixing and Jin Hao.
Then……
The three of them stood blankly at the doorway, completely dazed.
Look, what did they see?
The room was filled with top-grade spiritual artifacts.
They are randomly piled on the ground or hung on the wall.
There wasn't even a box.
Yun Hong held his breath and roughly counted them; there were at least several dozen items.
Aren't top-grade spiritual artifacts extremely rare?
But what's in front of me...
When they returned from the cabin, Yunhong and the other two were all clumsy and awkward, like puppets on strings.
It's quite a rare instance of tacit understanding.
Wukong jumped onto the table, put his two little paws behind his back, cleared his throat, and said, "That's nothing. There will be something even more powerful in the future. You have to learn to stay calm."
"Yes, Great Sage." Yun Hong was the first to come to his senses, wiping the sweat from his forehead and speaking loudly.
"Alright, let's move these bamboos over there," Wukong said again.
Jin Hao then took out his storage ring, intending to put the bamboo inside.
Despite their best efforts, they still couldn't get it in.
"Don't waste your energy," Wukong said. "These are Azure Mist Divine Bamboo, the spiritual roots of creation. Your storage ring is too low-grade to hold them. Just carry them over."
"Yes, Great Sage." Luo Zixing said, directly binding ten bamboo stalks together, then bending down to carry them.
I couldn't carry it.
I tried again, but I still couldn't lift it.
Luo Zixing's face turned red, but the bundle of bamboo remained unmoved.
Wukong slapped his forehead and said helplessly, "I just said that this is the Azure Mist Divine Bamboo, a spiritual root from the beginning of creation. With your cultivation level, you can only carry one at a time."
Yun Hong did as instructed and picked up one, but immediately stumbled.
If Jin Hao hadn't caught him in time, he would have been kneeling there.
Yun Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead.
This isn't carrying bamboo; it's like carrying a mountain.
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