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

"You actually know what tiredness is?!"

"You still know what thirst is!?"

Wang Rong wiped her face haphazardly and looked Cui Ying up and down.

Seeing that apart from her clothes being torn in several places, she seemed to be in good spirits, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said in a sarcastic tone:

"I thought you were a Golden Core Ancestor who had ascended to immortality, unaware of the suffering of the mortal world."

She kept complaining, but her hands never stopped moving.

She slipped into the kitchen and quickly came out with a large bowl. On top of the spirit rice, which was half ordinary rice and half spirit rice, was a generous layer of stir-fried spirit cabbage with meat scraps and a spoonful of spicy tofu.

Cui Ying washed her hands and took the bowl and chopsticks this time, only to find that the bowl was still warm.

Without saying much, he sat under the locust tree in the courtyard, and, bathed in the moonlight, began to eat.

"Cough cough cough~ Why are you so late coming back?"

Just as they took two bites, they heard Cui Zhengming coughing and puffing out smoke as he walked out from under the eaves.

Even if the cultivator didn't have night vision, Cui Ying could still see the deep worry on his face.

"When we came out, it was foggy in the mountains, and it took us a while to find our way out."

“Dad, Xiaoying has grown up and knows what she’s doing.”

"It's late, Father, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Suddenly, Wang Rong's shadow appeared at the window of the inner room, throwing things around, and her voice, three parts reproach and seven parts worry, rang out:

"His cough sounds like a perfectly cooked shrimp; how can he possibly sleep!"

"Who coughs like a shrimp?!"

Cui Zhengming retorted with a stiff neck, then glared and cursed:

"Women should mind their own business and not interfere in men's affairs."

"Cui Zhengming, you heartless bastard, can't you even tell right from wrong anymore?"

Wang Rong pounded on the window frame in front of her, making it shake, her teeth clenched with a hint of grievance:

"Who am I working myself to death all day for? The young ones are a worry, and the old ones are no peace either. Do you have your eye on that widow Chen in the village and want to abandon me to raise that slut's bastard child?"

Seeing the sour, resentful aura emanating from the inner room soaring into the sky, Cui Ying was at her wit's end.

"Mother, hurry and go into the kitchen to boil some water. I dug up some medicinal herbs and boiled them into a soup for Father. I guarantee it will work."

With Cui Ying smoothing things over, Wang Rong wiped away her tears and went into the kitchen with some doubt to find an earthenware pot to brew the medicine.

Cui Ying wolfed down her meal and then dumped all the medicinal herbs from the bamboo basket onto the open ground in the courtyard.

It was late at night, and she didn't try to hide it from her parents; she just openly and honestly started making her selections.

"Oh dear, why are you brewing medicine in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

After watching his daughter select a large handful of spiritual herbs that were brimming with spiritual energy but whose names he couldn't recall, Cui Zhengming ran to the old well in the corner of the yard, drew a bucket of water, washed them briefly, and then chopped them into small pieces with a cleaver.

"After boiling, immediately turn to a simmer and cook until three bowls of water are reduced to one bowl."

Cui Zhengming remained somewhat suspicious until Wang Rong began brewing the elixir soup.

"Is this really a miraculous herb?"

But Wang Rong didn't even bother to glance at him, and had to return to the courtyard to ask Cui Ying:

“These look no different from the wildflowers and weeds in our spiritual field that have absorbed some spiritual energy.”

Cui Ying asked her mother for two cracked earthenware jars, split them in half with a sickle blade, and added some mud to use as earthenware pots for growing the Divine Night Flower.

Seeing Cui Ying busily working, Cui Zhengming had no choice but to shut up and wait silently for a moment. Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with shock and joy:

"Third girl, how did your cultivation level increase so quickly?"

Cui Zhengming had been at the fourth level of Qi Refining for many years, and his cultivation was far superior to Cui Ying's. Once he calmed down, he immediately noticed the fact that Cui Ying's cultivation had increased rapidly.

Cui Ying, however, turned a deaf ear.

While it would take some time to brew the medicinal herbs, she cast the Spring Breeze and Rain Technique again. Only after the three Divine Night Flowers were nourished by the spiritual rain and began to stretch their branches and leaves again did Cui Ying have time to attend to her elderly father.

"I have had the good fortune to obtain some spiritual herbs today, which has increased my cultivation by a small amount. Father, do you understand?"

Looking into Cui Ying's calm and unwavering eyes, Cui Zhengming's hand holding the pipe trembled uncomfortably, and he exclaimed inwardly, "How strange!"

Cui Zhengming had lived half his life and had never faltered even when facing a Qi Refining Level 5 expert.

Why is it that tonight, facing his taciturn third daughter, he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of refuting or questioning her?

He secretly marveled at how this child was truly his own bloodline; with such a spirit at such a young age, he was sure to achieve great things in the future.

"As for opportunities, only Heaven, Earth, and you know, but I don't. I've been through it all, so I understand!"

Having understood this, Cui Zhengming patted Cui Ying's thin shoulder and said earnestly:

"From now on, focus more on your cultivation and go to the mountains less often, so your mother won't nag you."

This time, it was Cui Ying's turn to be amused by her father's rambling.

"...My daughter understands."

At this moment, Wang Rong came over carrying a bowl of medicinal soup that exuded spiritual energy.

Cui Ying took the scalding hot soup bowl directly, blew on it to cool it down, and then handed it to Cui Zhengming.

"Dad, take your medicine."

"After taking the medicine, you won't feel so bad tomorrow."

"Honey, can we not drink?"

"Father, good medicine tastes bitter, drink it while it's hot."

"I wonder where he got this stubborn temper from."

Unable to resist his daughter's whims, Cui Zhengming had no choice but to take a deep breath, tilt his head back, and drink the medicine in one gulp.

"How about it?"

As soon as the medicine entered his stomach, Cui Zhengming felt a surge of heat flowing into his limbs and bones, continuously nourishing his aching internal organs.

He patted his chest, which felt much better, bent down to scoop up a bowl of cool water to rinse his mouth, then wiped his lips and stubbornly said:

"It's nothing special. I can recover by meditating and regulating my breathing for two days."

Cui Ying smiled, too lazy to expose him, and simply moved the ceramic pot containing the Divine Night Flower into the room. She even skipped meditation and cultivation and went straight to sleep.

Wang Rong glared at Cui Zhengming, snatched the medicine bowl from him, threw it into the kitchen, and went straight back to her room to rest.

Only Cui Zhengming remained, watching Cui Ying's departing figure, muttering to himself:

"Thank God, one of the children in the Cui family has finally come to his senses!"

-

"Third sister! Third sister!"

As Cui Ying groggily opened her eyes, she noticed a little girl with long, curved eyelashes lying on the headboard.

"Ok?"

"Breakfast is ready, Third Sister!"

"Ah."

Cui Ying sat up in bed and subconsciously reached for the newly bought brocade robe, but found the room empty.

Besides the bed and two wooden boxes, there were only three pots of iris flowers swaying in the morning sun on the windowsill.

Since her rebirth, she has been working non-stop for two days and two nights, either in the mountains or on her way there, without daring to stop for even a moment.

Because she was afraid, afraid that this was just a dream, afraid that when she woke up, she would return to her past life filled with deceit and violence.

Now, she felt a strange sense of regret that that scene hadn't happened sooner.

"Hmm... another beautiful day!"

Cui Ying stretched contentedly, then looked down and saw Cui Yue leaning against the window, craning her neck to look at the Divine Night Flower.

"What are you looking at, Xiaoyue? Come on, let's go eat."

Cui Yue is the most like her mother among the five children in the Cui family. She has a classic oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes. When she smiles, two charming dimples appear.

The golden morning glow shone on the girl's upturned profile, and Cui Ying seemed to see Cui Yue again after her coming-of-age ceremony.

With her crimson lips, delicate eyebrows, phoenix coronet, and embroidered robe, she was truly more beautiful than any flower; every glance and smile was like a fairy descended from heaven.

"Third sister, is this what you brought back from the mountains yesterday?"

Seeing the curious yet expectant look in Cui Yue's eyes, Cui Ying immediately understood.

She walked up to Cui Yue, and with an unusual tenderness and pity, gently ruffled the girl's hair, promising:

"I didn't have time yesterday, but next time we go into the mountains, Third Sister will definitely bring back a Snow Spirit Rabbit for you to braise!"

"Pinky promise!"

"It won't change."

Upon receiving the answer, Cui Yue's eyes lit up with excitement, and she immediately took Cui Ying's hand and walked outside.

"Third Sister, come and eat!"

"We've all finished eating, but you're still sleeping in!"

“Slow down, slow down!”

"I haven't combed my hair yet!"

When the two sisters arrived at the main room, they found the octagonal table empty.

"Where are my parents?"

"My parents, my eldest brother and sister-in-law, and my second sister have all gone to the spirit field to work!"

"Mom said you were tired and told me to wake you later. She also told me to keep an eye on you and not to go out today. But I've already come back from herding the cattle, and you're still not up!"

"Third sister, eat quickly! Mother saved you a white flour bun that's bigger than my face."

Cui Yue first carried a bowl of sweet potato porridge out of the kitchen with both hands, then ran back in to get a large, snow-white steamed bun and a plate of pickled cabbage diced stir-fried with coriander oil.

After rinsing her mouth and washing her face with water, Cui Ying began preparing breakfast, but when she saw the simplest dishes on the table, she felt a little conflicted.