After a trip to Qing State, Qin Liuxi gained several believers, which largely smoothed over the poor mood caused by the physical damage inflicted by Master Chi Yuan. Her smile returned to her face.
But while she was pleased, Qi Huang was full of complaints, blaming her for disappearing for several days.
"Next ti you go away for so long, I must accompany you," complained Qi Huang.
Qin Liuxi replied with a smile, "If you were to co with , who would take care of this house full of people and things? You, the housekeeper, can’t neglect your duties."
Qi Huang said, "No one dares to make trouble here anyway. Every corner of the house pales in comparison to the tranquility of your courtyard."
In broad daylight, Qin Liuxi had laid out a formation at the crucial dicine House, preventing anyone who carelessly trespassed from even getting through the door; they could only wander around aimlessly in front of it.
Secretly, two guardian ghosts were perched atop the walls, and if soone ca to cause trouble or steal, the male and female ghosts wouldn’t just eat their fill and do nothing.
Now, there was a Little Ginseng Spirit added. Although it was currently pretending to be dead, buried in the soil, in Qin Liuxi’s absence, this courtyard was its playground. Just yesterday, it nearly got discovered by Qin Mingchun but managed to muddle through by disguising itself as a tree.
Qin Liuxi was just saying that for the sake of saying it; she had put a lot of effort into setting up her courtyard. With the Ghost General guarding it, there was definitely no chance of it being destroyed.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye and coughed, "Co out."
The Little Ginseng Spirit stiffened and peeked out cautiously from the corner of the wall. Was she calling for it?
"Hm?"
The spirit shivered and hurried over, its tendrils reaching out: "Little Shen greets the lady."
Qin Liuxi bent down, grabbed one of its whiskers, and dangled it upside down to examine it: "Why haven’t you grown any ginseng fruits yet? What use are you to ?"
The Little Ginseng Spirit struggled a little, "Milady, Little Shen has been working very hard. Your honored land is rich in Spiritual Energy, and Little Shen diligently Cultivates every day. Just wait a little longer, milady. Within three months, I will surely bear fruit. If not, you may chop up at that ti."
Ah, ah, ah, not having seen the Evil God for a few days, life was smooth and thoroughly enjoyable. It was rely a morning stroll, how could it bump right into her!
Such bad luck for the ginseng!
Qin Liuxi swung it around by the root and said, "I don’t want three months, I want one month. Once October is over if you haven’t grown any red ginseng fruits, I won’t chop you; I’ll crush you directly into dicine. You’d better get on with it."
The Little Ginseng Spirit began to cry pitifully.
Was there any hope for its survival?
Seeing it scared to the point its whiskers curled up, Qi Huang snatched it from Qin Liuxi’s hand, held it in her palm, and asked, "Miss, do you want the ginseng fruit? Although the fruit is good, this Little Ginseng itself has even more essence. If needed, wouldn’t a small piece be sufficient?"
The fruit was indeed the essence, but the Little Ginseng itself, after a thousand years of Cultivation, would be sowhat more effective, right?
"It’s useful," Qin Liuxi said, looking at the Little Ginseng Spirit. "Its essence is greatly replenishing and can sustain life. Indeed, I should prepare a piece of it, just in case. The fruit is milder than it is, suitable for making ginseng pills to enhance vitality and resist aging. I do want to make this into dicine."
Si Lengyue’s Blood Curse, how exactly it should be dispelled, she hadn’t yet figured out, but one of the most brute force thods she could think of was cheating death to swap fate.
A Blood Curse from the Black Witch, wasn’t it just to curse the Si Family to annihilation? Should the Si Family’s bloodline be extinguished, then the curse would naturally be resolved.
So, Si Lengyue might have to ’die’ once to be reborn.
Of course, this was preparing for the worst-case scenario. Without being absolutely necessary, it should not be used. However, even if it was the worst-case scenario, she must make preparations in advance, so that Si Lengyue could be brought back from the brink of death. Otherwise, if she truly caused his death, who could bear that responsibility?
A hot potato.
Si Lengyue was right, their Si Family’s Blood Curse was indeed a hot potato that could lead to a backlash if mishandled.
She just wanted to conduct so research, and as for the Witch Clan well, she hadn’t yet sparred with the top figures among them.
Qi Huang said to the Little Ginseng Spirit, "Did you hear that? The young lady wants to make dicine. She’s doing it to save lives. If you work hard and actually produce so fruit for the young lady to use in her dicine, and it saves soone, won’t you get a share of the rit?"
Upon thinking it over, the Little Ginseng Spirit felt that made sense. In this world, all sentient beings desire spiritual energy. Any being that has developed spiritual wisdom knows the benefits of accumulating rit, the more the better certainly.
With this in mind, its small leaves shook with joy: "Can I really get a share?"
Qin Liuxi looked at it with an askance glance: "All that grows here does so because of your efforts. Since you’ve contributed, naturally, you’ll have a share in the rit. With the addition of rit and further cultivation, you could eventually undergo Transformation."
"Oh, then I’ll definitely work hard and cultivate day and night. Miss, do you need for refining dicine right now?" The Little Ginseng Spirit extended its sowhat thick arms, "Go ahead, cut . I’m not afraid of the pain!"
All for the sake of rit.
Heh, such realistic aspirations, yet so naively sincere!
Qin Liuxi picked it up and tossed it to the side: "Go and cultivate over there."
Qi Huang pursed his lips and chuckled softly.
The Little Ginseng Spirit bowed respectfully, then scurried back to its mound of earth to bury itself. Ginsengfruit had to co quickly.
Qi Huang asked, "What kind of patient have you taken on that requires the precious ginseng fruit?"
"More troubleso than the average patient by quite a bit," Qin Liuxi replied, her hand resting lightly on her leg, but she didn’t elaborate further. Instead, she turned her gaze to the entrance of the courtyard, her voice lifting slightly, "Why walk in so listlessly and arrive so late?"
Turning to look, Qi Huang saw that as soon as Qin Liuxi finished speaking, a little bun appeared in their sight.
Qin Mingchun ca running in with his little school bag, and approached Qin Liuxi with a respectful bow, "Big Sister, you’re back."
"Mhm." Qin Liuxi observed his navy-blue little school bag and inquired, "How have your studies been in the past few days? How’s your handwriting coming along?"
Qin Mingchun hurriedly fished out several sheets of his calligraphy from his school bag and handed them over: "Please have a look."
Qin Liuxi took them and glanced over the papers: "Not bad, you’ve made so progress."
Qin Mingchun puffed out his little chest with pride.
"And how about your concubine aunt?"
Qin Mingchun’s previously proud deanor deflated in an instant, he raised his eyelids and said, "Big Sister, the concubine aunt is too dumb. She forgets the characters learned the day before, today. I can even write them backward, but she still can’t write them correctly. I really can’t teach her anymore. Maybe we should just forget it?"
Teaching the concubine to read and write seed to be even more difficult than morizing books.
Qin Liuxi’s face twitched, her expression remaining impassive, "That’s fine, it’s good for review; it will help reinforce your own mory. Study well, I’ll look for a school for you to enroll in and attend."
She had been busy these days and had forgotten to deal with this matter; she needed to secure two spots in the school, and she also had to take care of that Coffin Shop that Old Man Guan had given her.
Tsk, so many things to handle.
Qin Mingchun’s eyes lit up slightly: "Really?"
Seeing his joy, Qin Liuxi said, "Enrolling in the school ans your studies will be even stricter than now. If you don’t perform well, teachers there are known to discipline students with a ruler."
Qin Mingchun’s hand involuntarily retracted as he said softly, "Understood."
"Go study," Qin Liuxi gestured with a tilt of her head.
"Yes." Qin Mingchun quickly acknowledged and took a couple of steps before turning back, "Big Sister, I ca here via our grandmother’s place. Soone has co to our house to speak with the Old Lady and my second aunt. From what I saw, the visitor doesn’t seem to be friendly."
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