Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

Liu Xingmo flipped over and climbed onto the tortoise's back: "Whether there's a war or not, let's prepare countermeasures in advance. You know, making a fortune from war is the easiest thing to do."

"What do you mean?" Liu San Niang climbed onto the wolf's back and asked.

"I plan to manufacture a large batch of external injury medicine; it's very promising." Liu Xingmo rode the old turtle on his way back.

"What if there's no war? Wouldn't you lose everything?" Liu Sanniang rode her big wolf, leading two little wolves, walking together on the main road.

"How could we lose money? Even if our village doesn't send troops, we can still sell the potion directly to the wild boars! Such a big wild animal tribe, they can make a profit even from just some leftover animal hides and bones."

"You have so many clever ideas..."

As the sun set, a turtle and three wolves walked in the dim red light, leaving long shadows on the stone path.

The giant trees along the avenue are already laden with flower buds, and some of the early-blooming flowers are tinged with crimson by the twilight, like the crimson sunset on the horizon.

We walked until late at night and parted ways in Xizhen.

Liu Xingmo and Su Mali returned to their old home, a wooden house in a peach tree.

Pushing open the door, the familiar room was filled with a stuffy smell. After tidying up quickly, I went to bed to rest.

Of course, the foxtail grass received the best care; it was transplanted into a wooden pot and placed in the bedroom for safekeeping.

the next day.

The rooster's crow disturbed my spring dream.

Liu Xingmo turned over in bed and smelled a fragrance.

He got up, pushed open the wooden door, and went to the balcony.

Each pinkish-white petal, wrapped around a pale yellow stamen, resembles a tiny bell gently hung on a slender branch by the spring breeze. Morning dew condenses on this soft, tender white surface, glistening and reflecting the eastern sun.

It's that time of year again when peach blossoms are in full bloom. The east wind, carrying a hint of chill, brings the fragrance of flowers, dispelling the gloom and loneliness that has lingered in the wooden house all winter.

Liu Xingmo stretched and threw himself into his work.

They went to the nearby market to buy ingredients to feed the weary travelers and livestock.

Go to the public animal pen and retrieve the three rhinoceros beetles and one scorpion, then place them in the haystack under the tree.

Go fetch water, go gather firewood, go repair the house...

I was busy until the afternoon.

Liu Xingmo returned home and tended to his greatest gain from the trip—the foxtail grass.

The little grass took root in the moist soil of the wooden pot. After resting for a night and half a day, it recovered from the wilting caused by frequent transplanting, and its slender stems became upright and beautiful.

Liu Xingmo used a wooden bucket to hold fertilizer, which was the excrement of Baohei and Fuhei.

He took a discarded iron spoon, scooped out the yellowish-brown soft lumps, shook them into a wooden basin, crushed them, and mixed them with the black soil.

He then brought over a ladle of water and carefully watered the fine white roots.

after awhile.

The tender green grass in the wooden basin exudes an invisible yet intimidating sharpness. Faintly, a glimmer of silver light flows between the veins of the leaves.

Great, no problem.

Unlike ordinary weeds, this naturally gifted seedling possesses a far more vigorous vitality. Its need for nutrients is like a bottomless pit.

As long as this little grass is fertilized frequently, it will grow strong and taller than a person; it will also produce spikes regularly, and the grass seeds rich in sword energy are the best spiritual medicine for sword cultivators.

The value of Qimiao lies in its pure productivity; every leaf and every root is a valuable commodity.

The value of mythical creatures is multifaceted, encompassing combat prowess, labor force, productivity, and even bizarre and unusual abilities.

Overall, Qimiao is more profitable than Qishou.

Liu Xingmo carefully tended to the little grass until nightfall.

Sumali is back too; she still has some finishing work to do in the mine.

The couple cooked a delicious meal to nourish their bodies, which were exhausted after many days of camping.

After a satisfying meal, I lit a candle on my desk. I studied late into the night, laying the foundation for my future career advancement.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Liu Xingmo opened the handwritten book, which was as thick as a large dictionary.

The Evolutionary Secrets of Nagarjuna

This book is divided into three parts.

The first part is written in bold cursive script, which elaborates on the "Dragon Transformation Technique," a bloodline cultivation method, and was written by the Mountain Goddess.

The second part is written in neat regular script and explains the "Ancestral Tree Secrets" woodworking technique, which seems to have been written by my great-grandfather.

The third part consists of two different fonts, each representing half of the method, demonstrating the approach of simultaneous cultivation from two perspectives. One can first cultivate the Blood Path to perfection, and then cultivate the Wood Path; or vice versa, first Wood and then Blood.

There is also a blank fourth part, which is expected to include a method for cultivating both the Blood Path and the Wood Path in a balanced way, so that both can reach perfection from weak to strong.

Liu Xingmo closed the book and looked out the window at the night sky.

On the boundless, pitch-black sky, countless stars twinkle, each tiny point of light a fiery star millions of light-years away.

Liu Xingmo took a deep breath, inhaling the cool air into his lungs.

Am I supposed to finish the last part? That's a huge responsibility. Can I even manage it? I can only do my best!

After thinking for a while, Liu Xingmo decided to look at the blood passage section first.

Once you have fully grasped the existing power and laid a solid foundation, then you can plan for other changes and developments.

Ok?

Is that true?

There are three interpretations?

Was I wrong before?

What does "Mountain Goddess" mean?

……

Liu Xingmo benefited greatly from staying up late into the night.

He sat on the bed and entered a deep meditative state.

Under the insightful guidance of a god-level expert, the blood and qi surged through the meridians in an unprecedentedly good state, continuously compressing and solidifying until breaking through a critical point.

"Pop—!" A faint sound exploded within his body, and his blood cultivation broke through again in a short time, reaching the eighth level of the first rank!

Liu Xingmo opened his eyes in shock and disbelief. He stretched out his hands, gripped them tightly, and felt the blood energy intensify.

Sumali noticed the commotion and asked incredulously, "Xingmo, did you just get promoted?"

"That's right! A god-level expert, a god-level technique, it's truly amazing!" Liu Xingmo said, his voice trembling with excitement. "Mary, I finally understand how you felt when you obtained the 'Honglu Jing'. Correct knowledge has the greatest impact on a person's improvement! Being trapped in errors and unable to see through them is truly the greatest torment for a cultivator."

"You're right... but you advanced too quickly! You broke through a level just by flipping through a book, it's really funny." Su Mali's joyful tone carried a hint of sourness. "Being able to correctly understand knowledge is an excellent talent in itself. Xingmo, you are really very smart."

"Huh?" Liu Xingmo tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "It's written very clearly in the book, how can anyone not understand it?"

Sumali's face remained expressionless as she coldly said, "It's very late, you should go to sleep, my dear husband."

"Don't rush! I'm in great spirits, I can stay up until dawn!" Liu Xingmo moved his chair aside, preparing to continue his studies.

Sumari picked up the candlestick and blew out the flickering flame.

In the pitch-black bedroom, she said softly, "Go to sleep now."