Socially anxious people transmigrate to another world; living in seclusion is too difficult.

Since discovering that Xiao Ju's light element properties could make crops grow quickly, Su Yang has been happily holding Xiao Ju every day to promote the growth of various plants. In just one week, not only has the farmland expanded to half of the entire territory, but Su Yang has also specially designated a place to plant fruit trees. With Xiao Ju's help, the fruit trees have all grown to the age where they can bear fruit. For this, Su Yang has often gone out hunting to reward Xiao Ju.

With farmland and orchards in place, Su Yang only needed to harvest according to schedule, so he no longer needed to worry about food sources or go to the market every day to buy food. Moreover, the meat he obtained from hunting every three days could sustain the whole family for three days. Therefore, Su Yang planned to make time to improve his small farm.

First, the house was renovated. A poncho-like structure extending outwards was built at the entrance, and a hole was made in the wooden wall to create a new den for the three little dogs. This way, the Icewing Dogs could go directly into the house through the hole connecting the den to the room. A cat bed was also built for Little Orange, and several cat trees and wall hangings were constructed according to the original world's design to facilitate Little Orange's activities.

"I never thought I'd be living the life of cats and dogs like this, hahaha." On the day it was completed, Su Yang was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

To make the flow of people easier, Su Yang moved a lot of stones and wood and laid a path made of stones and planks starting from the farm's gate. The path led directly to various parts of the farmland and the gates of the houses. In addition, a very small bridge was built over the stream that runs through the farm. The bridge was made of wood at the bottom, covered with stone slabs, and supported by wooden pillars. Although the stream was about two meters wide, the bridge still added some charm to the farm.

After adding low fences to the farmland and orchards, Su Yang plans to build a small pavilion on the remaining three-quarters of the land, dig a small fishpond, and reserve a small patch of grass for his cats and dogs to play on. Once that's done, the project will be basically complete.

Without further ado, Su Yang began digging with his homemade wooden shovel. Unfortunately, the shovel was unreliable, and after three days of digging, he had only managed to create a rough outline about 3 meters in diameter, barely qualifying as a pit. Helpless, he had to use elemental power to speed up the digging process, quickly increasing the depth to 2 meters. Then, he dug a gap to connect to the stream, allowing the water to flow automatically into the fishpond. While waiting for the stream to fill up, Su Yang came to a lake in the forest. Because he had seen vendors selling fish at the market earlier, similar to those in his original world, Su Yang thought there should be fish in this lake in this other world as well. He even made a fishing rod specifically for fishing.

Arriving at the lake, I took my homemade fishing rod and used some small insects as bait to start fishing. Because I had no experience, I sat there for an entire afternoon without catching anything and had to give up.

"Next time I'll just go to the market and see if they have any fish fry to buy." Su Yang could only pack up his fishing gear and slowly walk home.

Meanwhile, at the North Port of Bailu City, ships came and went busily, and crowds surged. Merchants and adventurers emerged from the port's disembarkation area one after another. Among the crowd, a group of six people stepped out. These five were all dressed in red robes and wore red masks. Although it was said to be red, the red was strangely eerie, somewhat dull, and it was impossible to tell whether it was bloodstains or the color of the fabric. Wherever they went, people kept their distance, and whispers arose from the crowd:

"Hey, who are these people?" one of them asked.

"You didn't know that? The Blood Squad, I heard they're already Crimson Storm-level adventurers," the companion replied.

“Then they’re at the Crimson Storm level. Didn’t you see there are six of them?” another adventurer couldn’t help but retort.

"So it really is the Blood Squad. No wonder I always smelled blood."

"It's best to stay away. I've heard they're unpredictable and killing people is commonplace for them."

...

These discussions did not attract the attention of the Blood Squad; they simply continued on their way. Instead, it was another group of men in black robes who caught the attention of the Blood Squad.

The group of people in black robes, their faces obscured and without any obvious adventurer communication tags, were simply making their way on their own.

The archer in the Blood Squad, carrying a bow and arrow, stopped, watching the departing group of black-robed figures thoughtfully. Seeing the archer halt, the other squad members also stopped, and one asked, "Captain, what's wrong?"

The person referred to as the captain replied, "Among the group of black-robed men ahead, there are a few interesting fellows. Although we can't sense any elemental fluctuations, they exude a bloody smell, similar to ours."

The team member who asked the question frowned, then asked, "How about we go up and have a go?"

"No need. Isn't that old bastard Yin Tianbao looking for us all over the world? Let's go meet him first and see what he wants. If he can't provide us with opportunities to improve our strength and fight, let's kill that old bastard first. Anyway, his term as city lord is about to end."

After saying that, the Blood Squad members quickly left and headed towards the entrance to the fourth level.

The black-robed squad, which had already gone some distance, also began to converse.

"Chief, the Blood Squad has appeared," one of the men in black robes whispered to another.

"Do we pose a threat?" the director asked.

"It's unclear at the moment. Based on our observations, they don't seem to have any intention of attacking us yet; they're just observing us. I've ordered the captain of the third squad of the Martial Division to cover our retreat. We should quickly enter the city."

"Thank you for your trouble, Deputy Director Zheng. We will proceed into the city as soon as possible."

The members of the black-robed team seemed to have received instructions and increased their speed.

At this moment, Su Yang was working hard to build his small pavilion. First, he drilled four round holes in the ground, inserted four pillars, backfilled and compacted the soil, and then surrounded it with wooden planks, building it to a height of about 1 meter. He then laid wooden planks on top to form a platform. After that, he climbed up the four pillars, tied a square frame on it, and then built a sloping frame on the frame. After that, he laid and tied the wooden planks, and then used large leaves collected in the forest to cover the planks. With the construction of the railings and steps, a pavilion was roughly completed.

Su Yang lay on the wooden planks of the pavilion, panting in the afterglow of the setting sun. He had exhausted all his strength and was too tired to move. He only hoped to fall asleep with the sunset.

As night fell, starlight dotted the sky, the chirping of insects in late summer remained crisp, and the babbling of flowing water was the best soothing music. A gentle breeze swept across the farmland and through the pavilion, bringing a touch of coolness to the sweltering heat. Su Yang opened his eyes, realizing that he had unknowingly fallen asleep. He sat up for a while before slowly standing up, went back to his room to retrieve a torch, and took the wooden plaque he had already made. He went to the gate of the farm and carefully hung the plaque on the wooden wall beside the gate. The plaque had eight Chinese characters written on it: "Boundless Freedom, Hidden Farm."