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

In the spirit fields outside Shuangling Village, Wang Rong was busy working among the waist-high spirit rice when she suddenly heard a loud, boisterous voice:

"Madam Cui! Hurry home and check! I just saw your daughter and Zhu boy dragging several demon wolves along."

"There's also a menacing dog demon following them. They're covered in blood; they must have suffered a great loss in the Phoenix Mountains. You should go back and check if they're injured."

"ah."

Upon hearing this, Wang Rong pushed aside the spiritual rice in front of her and stumbled home.

Meanwhile, Cui Cong, who was also busy in the spirit field, couldn't stay still any longer. He quickly came out of the field and shouted to Cui Zhengming by the field:

"Father, let's go back quickly. Could Third Sister really have been hurt by the demon wolf?"

To everyone's surprise, Cui Zhengming shook his head dismissively, stood up from the spirit rice, and said:

"You heard it too, your third sister and the others are all back safe and sound, what could possibly have happened?"

Seeing the worried look on Cui Cong's face, Cui Zhengming simply waved his hand and told him to leave:

"Alright, you can go back now. I'm fine here on my own."

Upon hearing this, Cui Cong also dropped the weeds he was holding and ran towards home.

Seeing Cui Cong run a long way in one breath, Cui Zhengming frowned and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"That brat's been bragging so much, could something really have happened to her?!"

He had just closed his mouth when Zhao Sihai, who was not far away, popped his head out and asked curiously, "Brother Cui, aren't you going back to take a look?"

"What are you looking at? They're almost home, what could possibly happen?"

Cui Zhengming, with his neck stiff and a lie in his voice, replied and then crawled back into the spirit field: "Besides, I don't have the time to run around like that. I'd rather spend that time inspecting the spirit field a few more times."

As the head of the family, besides raising several children, he also has to guard the spirit fields and ensure this year's spirit rice yield. What would happen if he ran back in a huff?

Zhao Sihai was not annoyed at being humiliated. Instead, he shook his head and laughed, "Brother Cui's mouth is harder than a rock."

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“Girl ∽ Third Girl”

Just as Cui Ying was directing Zhu Chaoyun to place the demon wolf's corpse in the corner of the yard, she heard her mother's urgent shouts.

She had just turned around when she saw her mother rushing towards her like the wind.

"Third daughter, I heard you encountered a demon wolf in the Phoenix Mountains and were covered in blood. How are you? Let your mother see where you're hurt."

Wang Rong's eyes were slightly red. As she asked anxiously, she carefully looked Cui Ying up and down.

"Aunt, look at Cui Ying's fair skin and energetic appearance, does she look like she's been injured?"

Exhausted and panting, Zhu Chaoyun straightened up and saw this heartwarming scene of mother and daughter. She grinned and couldn't help but smile.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than another familiar figure stumbled and ran from outside the courtyard, crying out, "Brother!"

Zhu Chaoyun was startled and rushed forward to catch his sister, asking hurriedly, "Wanqiu, don't be afraid, brother is here! Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I'll avenge you!"

"Waaah~ Nobody bullied me. I just heard from the village women that you were bitten by a demon wolf and half your body is covered in blood, and you're about to die."

Seeing that her brother looked disheveled but in good spirits, Zhu Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I was just in a hurry and tripped while running here. I'm so glad my brother isn't hurt."

Zhu Chaoyun was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this, and couldn't help but burst into a tirade:

"These gossipy women in our village are really something else! I wasn't even hurt, yet they've spread rumors that I died as a demon. They're ruining my reputation!"

At this moment, Cui Ying also pressed down on her mother's hands and said:

"Mother, don't worry, Chaoyun and I are perfectly fine. We did encounter demon wolves in the Phoenix Mountains today, but look, not only did Taxue turn out to be a blessing in disguise, but even those intimidating demon wolves are all lying here."

Wang Rong held Cui Ying's hand tightly, reluctant to let go. She took several deep breaths before she could turn her head to look.

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, they spotted a neat row of demon wolves in the corner. The lead wolf, in particular, was more than twice the size of the others, and even its fur was exceptionally beautiful.

"Ouch."

"So many demon wolves, all killed by my daughter, that's truly remarkable."

Wang Rong suddenly slapped her thigh, exclaiming with an uncontrollable smile.

Zhu Chaoyun, who was standing nearby, was unhappy and stepped forward to say, "Aunt, Ta Xue and I also deserve credit."

"Good good."

"You guys are amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"Third sister, third sister."

Cui Cong ran into his yard, panting, just in time to hear his mother's loud and clear voice praising him.

"Big brother, you've come back just in time."

Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard his third sister's sweet voice call out:

"After we finish skinning the demon wolf, we'll need you and your sister-in-law to clean up the wolf meat."

Following the sound, I saw my younger sister with her sleeves rolled up high, her long, slender, fair hands peeling off a complete wolf skin in just a few strokes.

He swallowed hard, and before he could speak, Wang Rong, sitting opposite him, raised her head and greeted him:

"Eldest brother, come and see! These are the demon wolves your third sister and the others encountered in the Phoenix Mountains. A full eleven demon wolves! They managed to hunt them all down and bring them home. And what's more, your third sister wasn't even hurt in the slightest. It's truly thanks to the Cui family ancestor's blessing that your third sister has become so capable and accomplished."

Cui Cong took the hot tea handed to him by his wife, Yang, and gulped down several mouthfuls before he could catch his breath.

After confirming that her younger sister was safe and sound, she unusually complained in a bad mood:

"It's all because of Aunt Chen from the east end of the village who kept shouting and making a fuss. I was so scared that I really thought something had happened to my third sister."

After speaking, Cui Cong chatted with Cui Ying for a few more minutes and learned that the matter had turned out alright, he then went to the kitchen to prepare the food.

Watching her children busily preparing the food, Wang Rong began to worry: "We finally finished eating the spirit deer meat, and now we have this demon wolf meat. When will we ever finish it?"

Who could have predicted that the Cui family, who used to eat spirit beast meat less than twice a month, would now be troubled by having too much spirit beast meat?

Having already skinned two demon wolves, Cui Ying said, "Demon wolf meat has little spiritual energy, and it's sour and tough. Let's just sell it and exchange it for spirit stones."

"Sell?"

Wang Rong hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Okay! You can sell it if you want, since you're the one who hunted it."

Zhu Chaoyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned closer, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"Could you leave some for me before you sell them? I've never tasted the meat of a demon wolf before."

"This thing is far inferior to the five-colored deer we hunted last time. Not only does it lack any spiritual energy, but it also tastes awful. I'm warning you now, if you waste your time and it turns out bad, don't blame me for not warning you."

With a swift stroke, Cui Ying's knife fell, and another complete gray pelt slid from the demon wolf's corpse. Seeing Zhu Chaoyun's insistence, she also spoke frankly:

"In that case, choose whichever one you like."

"Then thank you very much, Sister Cui Ying."

In just a short while, a small pile of wolf pelts had accumulated at Cui Ying's feet.

Just as she was preparing to skin the largest wolf king, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard gate:

"Sister Cui Ying, are you home?"

The group looked up and saw a woman in her early twenties standing at the gate of the courtyard, holding a bamboo basket and peering into the yard on tiptoe.