My ancestors were spiritual plant growers, so it's not surprising that I hunt demons every day,

The earliest spirit potatoes on their Immortal Origin Continent were brought from the mortal realm by a rogue cultivator.

Besides being cold-resistant, drought-resistant, easy to grow, high-yielding, and having a good taste, the sweet potato itself contains absolutely no spiritual energy.

It is unknown which genius cultivator accidentally combined it with a kind of spirit vine, and over time, it slowly transformed into a second-rate spirit plant.

Although the spiritual energy it contains is negligible, it is sought after by many cultivators because it does not produce too many impurities in the cultivator's body and is cheap and readily available.

At this time in my previous life, my family had already fallen into ruin, and for the next few years we ate sweet potatoes almost every day to stave off hunger.

Cui Ying was utterly disgusted with the spirit potato.

Later, she lived a life where she no longer needed to eat various kinds of spirit potato rice, but even the rarest and most precious spirit delicacies could not taste the same as they used to.

Now, looking at the golden-yellow sweet potato chunks in the bowl, steaming hot, Cui Ying couldn't wait to pick one up and put it in her mouth.

“How sweet.”

Cui Ying had just slurped up a few mouthfuls of sweet potato porridge when she noticed Cui Yue across from her, resting her chin on her hands and gazing at her expectantly.

"Want to eat?"

Cui Ying broke the steamed bun in half and slowly added some glistening pickled vegetables inside.

"Mom gave me and Xiao Wu half a serving this morning."

Cui Yue swallowed hard, reluctantly looking away.

"Mother said you didn't get back until midnight yesterday, and you were so tired that your hair was all disheveled and your face looked thinner. This is what Mother left for you, but I can't eat it."

"Ha ha"

Cui Ying shook her head and chuckled, then cut the steamed bun, which was filled with pickled vegetables, in half again and handed it out.

"Eat up, my silly little sister."

"Third sister, you're so good to me."

After taking the steamed bun, Cui Yue quickly stuffed it into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks as she spoke.

This steamed bun is no ordinary steamed bun; it is made with spirit wheat flour. It not only has the unique rich aroma of grains, but also a faint spiritual energy flowing through the stomach. Although it cannot increase magical power, it slowly nourishes the body.

After getting what she wanted to eat, Cui Yue disappeared in a flash.

After finishing breakfast, Cui Ying began to sort through the medicinal herbs she had dug up the day before.

After harvesting the medicinal herbs, ordinary rogue cultivators would probably exchange them directly for spirit stones.

But she would have to wait until her father came to Thundercloud City again before she would have the opportunity to go to the alchemy hall that buys spiritual herbs and sell them.

During this waiting period, the medicinal properties of the herbs will gradually diminish, and their effectiveness as medicine will be greatly reduced.

For rare and precious medicinal herbs, cultivators would use jade boxes, talismans, or other methods to seal them in order to preserve their freshness to the greatest extent possible.

But even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; she can neither produce the jade box nor draw the sealing talisman.

Fortunately, she had learned some methods for processing medicinal herbs in her previous life, although it was only superficial, so she was not completely helpless at this moment.

Cui Ying was drying her medicinal herbs in the courtyard when she suddenly saw her second sister, Cui Lin, carrying a full basket of medicinal rice ears on her back. Her pretty face was flushed from exhaustion, and she was tightly holding a five or six-year-old boy in her arms.

"Second sister, did you go to harvest spirit rice?"

Cui Lin is tall and has a tanned complexion unlike her two younger sisters. She appears quiet and serious.

"Our family's rice field has ripened about half an acre, and Dad told me to carry some back first."

Second sister Cui Lin nodded, her attitude always lukewarm and distant.

Cui Ying wasn't surprised; in fact, she and her second sister, Cui Lin, were most similar in temperament.

If one had to describe her, Cui Lin would be seen as an icy beauty who never smiles, with clear likes and dislikes, and a strong sense of responsibility.

He himself was like a cold-blooded venomous snake, indifferent, aloof, treacherous, and cunning.

Cui Ying remembered that her second sister got married five years later. The two were quite compatible. If it weren't for that incident later, her second sister probably wouldn't have died young.

I remember the last time I saw my second sister, Cui Lin, in my previous life was shortly after she established her foundation. My strong-willed second sister held my hand and choked up silently. In the end, she cried and begged me to treat her only bloodline kindly for the sake of our childhood friendship.

Cui Ying stood up, reached out and pulled Cui Yan to the ground, and scolded him with her head down:

"Didn't you see how exhausted your second sister is? If I ever see you like this again, I'll break your legs!"

The spirit rice is unlike ordinary rice; each stalk is incredibly heavy, not to mention the full basket that Cui Lin is carrying on her back.

As soon as Cui Ying finished speaking, Cui Yan immediately pouted unhappily, but he shrank back and didn't dare to make a sound, obediently going into the inner room.

Cui Lin smiled nonchalantly, then looked at the medicinal herbs casually tossed in the yard and asked:

"Third Sister, are these the medicinal herbs you dug up yesterday?"

Although the five children in the Cui family have very different personalities, they all have an excellent relationship.

Especially Cui Lin, who was like a mother to her three younger siblings, was practically raised by her alone.

"Ah."

"Is Father's cough any better? Is he able to get out of bed today?"

"Much better. Mother has been saying all morning that the soup from last night was amazing. It's all thanks to the spiritual herbs you dug up, otherwise we would have had to go to a spiritual doctor and spend a lot of spirit stones."

It was expected that Choi Jung-myung's cough would be relieved, but Choi Young still smiled.

Cui Lin picked up a spirit herb and examined it curiously, saying:

"Third sister, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Just wash and dry it until it's clean."

"Alright, leave it to me."

"Thank you very much, Second Sister. I'll go catch some spirit fish in the river to have a treat."

"Third Sister, are you going down to Xiushui River?"

Upon hearing that she could eat spirit fish, Cui Lin's eyes lit up.

"Ah."

Cui Ying smiled and nodded, but felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

If she had cared more about her family in her previous life, perhaps she wouldn't have been left all alone later.

In the two days since her rebirth, she has seen how much her family craves spiritual food.

Furthermore, there is a high-grade spiritual vein at the bottom of the Xiushui River, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the creatures living in the river is also richer than that of ordinary demons.

Although the Cui family members are not physically weak, consuming more spiritual food is extremely beneficial for their cultivation and physical training.

I didn't have time to hunt any monster meat yesterday, so I'll think of some ways to improve our meals today.

My parents aren't home today, so it wouldn't be appropriate for me to sneak into the mountains alone. I might as well catch some spirit fish nearby to eat.

In Cui Ying's memory, the most common fish in the Xiushui River was a low-level spirit fish called Qinglin.

After processing the medicinal herbs with her second sister Cui Lin, she picked up a bamboo basket, found a few spirit rice stalks and tied them to her waist, and went out to walk towards the Xiushui River.

The Xiushui River, with its hundred-foot-deep blue waves, resembles a sleeping giant python winding its way through the water.

As soon as Cui Ying reached the village entrance, she saw a very eye-catching mansion.

With its high walls, green tiles, and vermilion eaves, the entire residence appears to emanate a faint, dazzling glow from afar.

This is the Gu family, and also Gu Shiyin's home.

Seeing this, Cui Ying couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted.

After hesitating for a moment, Cui Ying did not rush to meet her old friend again, but instead carried a bamboo basket to the riverbank.

At this moment, the sun was shining brightly.

The golden sunlight shines on the flowing river, reflecting a colorful halo, and coupled with the lush flowers and green grass stretching along both banks, it is truly a breathtaking sight.

It's been a century. How long has it been since she felt so relaxed and at ease?

The days of being able to command the wind and rain may be wonderful, but they can never compare to the leisurely feeling of having family by your side, watching the sunrise and sunset together.

Cui Ying arrived at the rocks by the river. The sun was high in the sky, and there were no other cultivators practicing on either bank. She was left alone to enjoy the abundant water energy in the air.

The river water was still a bit cool at this time, but Cui Ying felt extremely comfortable. She walked barefoot into the shallows, all the way to the deeper parts, and then plunged into the Xiushui River.

Adult Qinglin are about two feet long, with a pointed snout and long whiskers, and their entire body is covered with blue scales the size of fingernails.

This type of fish has few bones and plenty of meat, with a fresh and delicate texture. Whether steamed or braised, it is a rare and delicious delicacy.

Holding her breath, Cui Ying swam straight to the bottom of the river, circled around behind a huge rock, gently parted a patch of dark green water plants, and immediately saw a green-scaled spirit fish about a foot long, intently searching for food.

If it were other kinds of spirit fish, Cui Ying might have some concerns, but fortunately, the Azure Scaled Spirit Fish is known for its docility.

But Cui Ying was always cautious. She quickly formed hand seals, and as a transparent water band about two fingers wide flew out, the blue-scaled fish that was leisurely foraging for food was instantly bound to the spot.

Before the terrified blue-scaled fish could struggle, it was tossed into the bamboo basket at the waist by a slender, fair hand.

The blue-scaled fish is a gregarious fish with relatively low intelligence and prefers to eat algae.

Now that we've found the first one, the rest will be much easier.

In just a short while, seven or eight green-scaled fish had already fallen victim to Cui Ying's wicked hands.

Cui Ying got too lazy to catch any more. She first placed the bamboo basket containing the spirit fish directly on the riverbank, and then sat cross-legged in a shady spot by the river to meditate.

By not using such abundant and gentle spiritual energy, Cui Ying seemed somewhat unambitious.