Three days later, at dawn.
Inside the spirit herb garden, the servants were busy watering the spirit herbs, while several stewards held whips in one hand and lashed the servants' backs with the other.
"Hurry up!"
"Don't delay things, don't be so clumsy!"
Strangely, the servants didn't bleed at all after being hit, and their pale skin beneath their tattered clothes was exactly the same as the pale face of the steward standing next to them.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the servants weren't pouring water at all, but rather buckets of viscous human or beast blood. Regardless of the type, each bucket of blood exuded a powerful aura, and one could faintly hear the roars of beasts and the curses of men.
Only the blood of the strong can nurture the best spiritual herbs.
Seeing the servants busy themselves again, the managers were finally able to continue talking, occasionally hurling a few curses to assert their presence.
One of them said, "I heard from the young master's maid that we'll have a mistress from now on. I wonder what kind of person she is, and whether we'll have any trouble in the future!"
"We're just here to look after Putian, so we probably won't see it."
"Let's hope so, who knows what will happen..."
Just as the stewards were talking, a streak of light swept in from afar, and soon a slender maid in a lotus-pink dress appeared before them, her pale face displaying an arrogant expression.
"The young master has given the order."
"Yes, yes, please give me your instructions, Miss Huayan."
The managers quickly stood up, their arrogant demeanor completely gone.
Hua Yan didn't stand on ceremony and looked the spirit herb field in front of her up and down. This field was planted with the finest Heavenly Spirit Herb, which could be used to refine the Nascent Soul Breakthrough Pill.
A single Nascent Soul Breakthrough Pill can increase the chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. In the cultivation world, it is extremely rare and valuable, not only because of its complex refining process, but also because the Heavenly Spirit Grass is so scarce.
Just this one place in Putian is probably worth more than a million spirit stones; even thousands of spirit veins couldn't buy this much.
Hua Yan glanced at it casually and said, "Find a way to cultivate the best Heavenly Spirit Grass. Young Master wants to use it in his cooking. Ancient books say that Heavenly Spirit Grass has a unique fragrance after it matures, which is perfect as a seasoning and goes well with dragon meat."
"So, all of this is being used to accelerate childbirth?"
The supervisor asked again.
If you want to produce the best in a short time, you have to sacrifice everything else, and the losses involved are enormous!
But Hua Yan glanced at them and said, "You've really lost your mind guarding the herb garden. It's not like we don't have seeds. Just plant them. Is the young master so short-sighted? Have you never seen the world?"
"Yes, yes, yes, we didn't think it through."
Upon hearing this, the managers smiled apologetically.
Hua Yan was somewhat satisfied then: "Alright, hurry up, don't keep the young master waiting, make sure it's the best!"
"Young Master specifically instructed that anything that is not the best, even if it is one grade lower or inferior, is not worthy of Miss's attention."
"Miss Hua Yan's advice is correct."
In no time at all, the servants quickly cultivated the best-growing Heavenly Spirit Grass and respectfully presented it to Hua Yan. The rest of the garden had withered and died. Only after Hua Yan left did the steward arrange for people to replant it.
All the managers could say was, "Maybe money is just meant to be wasted?"
Meanwhile, Hua Yan hurriedly returned with the Heavenly Spirit Grass in a jade box—in the center of the field full of spirit grass, there was an elegant and exquisite waterside pavilion.
Several beautiful but pale-faced maids were already waiting anxiously. They finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Hua Yan: "Why are you so slow today? Hurry up."
"Otherwise, we won't be able to bear the consequences if the young master blames us."
The maids chattered away and hurried back to the small building to get busy. About a quarter of an hour later, the maids finally carried trays and entered the rooms deep inside.
Inside the room, with its layers of gauze curtains, a delicate fragrance filled the air. Several maids lined up, with Hua Yan bowing and holding a tray at the front. She carefully lifted a corner of the gauze curtain and respectfully raised the tray again.
Before Hua Yan could speak, a gentle and magnetic voice came: "Leave the things here, you can all go down first."
Suddenly, a tall figure in a blue robe appeared. Mu Cangwu's features were exceptionally handsome. He held the edge of the porcelain bowl with his slender fingers and waved his hand. Hua Yan and the other maids put down their trays and left the room, quietly guarding outside the door.
Mu Cangwu, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, knelt beside the soft couch and asked, "Qing'an, are you awake?"
"Hmm..."
Hearing that soft, coquettish voice, Mu Cangwu's expression softened even more. He put down the porcelain bowl and leaned down: "So you're awake. Don't whine and act all cutesy anymore."
Soon, the man in the blue robe sat on the soft couch, while a slender and tall woman leaned against him.
The soul lock had disappeared, turning into two jade bracelets on Ruan Qing'an's wrists, solidifying her soul. Apart from some illusory, wispy green smoke visible on her legs, she was no different from an ordinary person.
At this moment, however, her leaden eyes looked somewhat bewildered, like those of a newborn infant, filled with confusion and helplessness.
This made Mu Cangwu's heart soften even more.
He carefully blew on the porridge in the porcelain bowl and fed it to Ruan Qing'an's lips: "Good girl, open your mouth, you'll get better sooner if you drink it."
"...I know, I understand."
She frowned and spoke haltingly.
Using Heavenly Spirit Grass as a seasoning, chopped dragon meat as minced meat, and even the rice is grown by being irrigated with the spiritual energy of the spiritual veins.
This single bowl is so expensive that it costs tens of millions of spirit stones.
Mu Cangwu chuckled softly, his manner gentle and refined. But as he watched her petal-red lips slowly sip the porridge, his dark and lustful gaze softened slightly. "Qing'an is such a good girl."
"I know you just woke up and are still a little scared."
"But don't worry, I will always be by your side. We were originally Daoist partners who hadn't yet formed a bond, but you had a mishap in your cultivation and were ambushed and killed. It took me a lot of effort to finally bring your soul back."
Mu Cangwu paused, his gentle and affectionate eyes smiling: "As for the physical body, just abandon it. Qing'an can become a ghost cultivator in the future and still achieve the Great Dao of Immortality. What do you think?"
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