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

"damned."

"My old lady's magic chicken."

"If I catch that thief who stole chickens last night, I'll tear you to pieces and chop you into mincemeat."

"Cui Ying".

"~Cui Ying".

"This lazy girl, Cui Yue, go see if your third sister is up yet."

Cui Ying opened her eyes amidst a burst of hysterical shouting and cursing.

Just as she was about to get angry, Cui Yue tiptoed in and whispered mysteriously in her ear:

"Third sister, a thief broke into our house last night."

"what?"

Cui Ying had mostly regained her senses, and before she could ask anything, she saw Cui Yue blink her big, round eyes and ask curiously:

“I just told my mother that you went to the outhouse in the middle of the night, and she asked me to come and ask you if you found any clues.”

"No."

Cui Ying thought about it carefully for a moment, and finally shook her head decisively.

"Really?"

The words had barely left her lips when the door was flung open with a bang, revealing Wang Rong's frosty face. She stood blocking the doorway, holding a kitchen knife, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, muttered:

"The other day, the rogue cultivator Xu Dashan kept loitering around our house. Could it be that the old rascal was eyeing my mother's spirit chicken and sneaked in at night to steal it?!"

The more she thought about it, the more she realized it made sense; the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the chicken thief could only be Xu Dashan.

“Third girl, think about it carefully again. Wasn’t that thief who was six feet tall and as thin as a stick last night... and looked exactly like Xu Dashan?”

"Don't worry, speak freely. Mother has her own ways to deal with this arrogant but incompetent thief who steals from this house and that house."

Seeing her mother's burning anger and clenched teeth, Cui Yue stuck her tongue out at her third sister and ran away.

"I'll go feed the spirit cow first, and I'll be back after breakfast."

Cui Ying, disheveled, momentarily missed her chance to escape, and couldn't help but sigh with regret.

To think that she, a ruthless and bloodthirsty female demon, was now trapped in her own room by her own mother and unable to escape.

If this gets out, her enemies from her past lives will probably laugh themselves into madness.

"Uh"

"I think... there was a dark shadow that flashed past the outhouse, which scared me so much that I went back to my room to sleep before I even finished using the outhouse."

Seeing her mother's murderous look, Cui Ying helplessly rubbed her forehead.

As my mother said, there was indeed a lazy, idle, and unproductive cultivator surnamed Xu in the village in my previous life.

Most of the independent cultivators living in Shuangling Village are at the lowest level, and they live a very frugal life, needing to constantly earn spirit stones every day.

Therefore, this cultivator surnamed Xu, who loved to steal chickens and dogs, pilfer sheep, and harass respectable female cultivators when he had nothing to do, was extremely disliked by the rogue cultivators in the village.

Wang Rong's cultivation level was low, but she was extremely skilled in the family's golden needle technique. In addition, she had unique skills such as "Lion's Roar" and "Savage Entanglement Technique". Although she could not walk around wildly in Shuangling Village, not many rogue cultivators were willing to provoke her.

As the saying goes, "It's better for a fellow Daoist to die than for a poor one," Fellow Daoist Xu, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda, who else but you could do it?

"I knew it was this old bastard who did this!"

Wang Rong squinted, her face dark, and muttered something through gritted teeth. She turned and went into the kitchen, accompanied by a series of clanging and banging noises—her low-pitched curses.

"Just wait and see how I deal with you."

A storm came suddenly and then disappeared as if nothing had happened.

After dressing neatly, Cui Ying sat leisurely at the Eight Immortals table in the main room.

On the three-foot-wide table, quietly placed:

Rice porridge in a clay pot, stir-fried green vegetables, and spicy stir-fried shredded radish.

Cui Ying pursed her lips; the bland, watery soup was really hard to swallow.

No wonder rogue cultivators are finding all sorts of ways to advance their cultivation; these "ordinary" days are simply too difficult to endure.

She took back what she said last night.

Get spirit stones!

Improve your life!

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Cui Ying could tolerate it, but Cui Yan, the fifth son of the Cui family, could not. He picked through the food in the dish twice with his chopsticks, then asked with a pained expression on his round face:

"Mother, why aren't there any fried spirit eggs today?"

Wang Rong squinted, glanced at Cui Ying who was engrossed in eating, and said:

"Thanks to that thieving cultivator last night, our family won't be able to eat spirit eggs for at least half a month."

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yan's face fell, her lips trembled, and she pouted, on the verge of tears. Before she could utter a sound, her mother glared at her fiercely.

"If you skip a meal, you'll be craving it to death!"

"cough cough"

Seeing that even the once most favored Cui Yan had been wronged, by the time breakfast was almost over, no one in the entire Cui family dared to provoke Wang Rong.

At this moment, Wang Rong also put down her chopsticks and looked at Cui Ying, saying:

"Third girl, you worked hard in the mountains yesterday. Don't go to the spirit field to weed today, just rest at home."

Cui Ying was somewhat puzzled, but upon hearing this, she merely looked up and asked:

"Where's Dad?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm going out later!"

Cui Zhengming had already finished breakfast and was sitting under the jacaranda tree in the courtyard, smoking his homemade hand-rolled spirit cigarettes. He didn't even turn his head when he heard what was being said.

"And your injury~"

"It's nothing serious."

Before Cui Zhengming could finish speaking, Wang slammed her bowl and chopsticks down heavily.

"okay!"

"You coughed all night last night, and it kept me awake for half the night. I've already turned down Widow Chen's offer for you. Don't go anywhere today; just stay home and rest."

"Why shouldn't I go!"

Cui Zhengming turned around, holding his pipe, his face showing disdain:

"Last time, when her family hired two spiritual plant growers to help with spring plowing, weren't you the first to get the news and rush me there?"

Speaking of Widow Chen Xianglian, Wang Rong really brought trouble upon herself.

She was simply pitying her for losing her husband so young, and for being so whiny and pathetic, which is why she begged her husband to come and help.

Little did she know that when she went to deliver lunch at noon, she saw the vixen leaning into Cui Zhengming's arms several times, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wang Rong was furious at the thought of that scene, but she couldn't say it outright. Instead, she snapped:

"With Chen Xianglian's seductive looks, you have to wash your eyes just by looking at her. If I say you can't go, then you can't go."

Seeing that Wang Rong was serious, Cui Zhengming also became anxious:

"I already promised Xianglian that. If you tell me not to go, how can I just not go? Where would I put my face then?"

Just as the two were arguing, Cui Ying suddenly spoke up:

"Father, you should rest well today. I'll go to the mountains to dig up some medicinal herbs for you."

"Why bother digging for medicinal herbs? We don't need them!"

No sooner had Cui Zhengming finished speaking than Wang Rong hurriedly added:

"Why are you going into the mountains? Those mountains are so dangerous!"

Seeing her mother's outburst, Cui Ying calmly continued:

"If Father's injury is not treated soon, it may really damage his internal organs. Anyway, there's nothing to do in the spirit fields these days, so let's go into the mountains to find some spiritual herbs for Father to try."

This was the excuse she had already come up with while eating.

Just then, her father, Cui Zhengming, urgently needed to take medicine to detoxify, and going into the mountains to collect herbs was the only way she could think of that would satisfy both needs.

In her previous life, after the Lei family sealed off the Phoenix Mountain Range, she had no choice but to continue making a living by cultivating spiritual rice and vegetables with her entire family.

However, there were so many independent cultivators in Shuangling Village who grew spirit rice and spirit vegetables that the price of spirit rice kept dropping. After a while, some of these independent cultivators finally came up with the idea of ​​growing spirit herbs.

Although spirit rice and spirit vegetables are worthless, spirit herbs and spirit medicines can fetch high prices!

For example, there is a high-level spiritual plant called Longyang Grass. A hundred or so plants can be planted per acre. Just one ten-year-old Longyang Grass can sell for hundreds of spirit stones.

You know, in the past, the spirit rice and spirit vegetables they nurtured day and night only earned them a hundred or so spirit stones a year. How could they not be tempted?

Besides Longyang Grass, other medicinal herbs such as Jade Essence Grass and Spirit Void Grass are also quite expensive.

Of course, these spiritual herbs are of very high quality. Ordinary rogue cultivators might not even be able to afford the seeds, let alone the methods of nurturing them.

What truly made the scattered cultivators of Shuangling Village wealthy were those easy-to-grow low-level spiritual herbs and medicines.

As the battles between the Lei and Dong families intensified, the sales of healing pills soared, and the raw materials used to refine these pills also saw their prices rise again and again.

This also gave Shuangling Village a way to make a living.