Leisurely mountain village

Looking at the piles of vegetables outside the thatched hut, Ye Huan had a headache. His family ate them every day, but they couldn't finish them all. The amount was gradually increasing. Looking at the side of the thatched hut, he saw the chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, and sheep he had raised in the fence he had built. They had all grown up.

As for the wild ginseng, polygonatum, and he shou wu that he transplanted from the mountains, these medicinal materials are even older. Even if one day is outside and ten days are inside, only a little over a year has passed, which is still very early for medicinal materials.

Then he was surprised to find that the spiritual spring space seemed to have grown quite a bit larger.

He remembered that at the beginning, it was about one acre in size. He measured it with a tape measure, and at the boundary, it was 33 meters long and 20 meters wide, which is 660 square meters. Why does it feel bigger now?

Because he clearly remembered that when he measured, the back of the thatched house was basically flush with the edge, but now it had been extended by about ten meters, and there was no big rock in that corner, but now there is a big rock.

He returned, found the measuring tape in the house, entered the space again, and began to measure again. "Sure enough~" Ye Huan was puzzled. "Sure enough, it's 11 meters longer and 10 meters wider. The area is now 1320 square meters, exactly doubled. Could it be because I've been growing vegetables and raising livestock in there?"

Ye Huan didn't know if his guess was correct, but he hoped it was true. He planned to get more different vegetable seeds, or even plant seeds or saplings, and also get more animal varieties to see if that was the reason.

If so, he would be incredibly excited. Space could be upgraded? What did that mean? It meant his space would grow larger and larger, perhaps even containing mountains, lakes, and even oceans? Glaciers?

Ye Huan couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was too daring, thinking about all sorts of things. Cultivation was still the most important thing.

He calmed his mind and began to cultivate according to the practice route taught in the Taoist scriptures. After completing one full cycle, he drank a cup of spiritual spring water and continued. He repeated this process 36 times. After completing the cycle, he seemed to hear a "pop" sound, as if something in his body had been broken.

He opened his eyes and saw a layer of black grime on his skin. He knew he had leveled up again, but he didn't know exactly what level he had reached. He had experienced this feeling four times now, including this one.

According to his own understanding, he should be at level five now. Although he didn't know how different his self-defined level five was from the level his grandfather had mentioned, he knew it was definitely above the level of a martial artist.

Because his practice of lightness techniques had already begun to show results, and as for ancient martial arts, not counting what his grandfather had given him, he had already mastered several styles. However, he still couldn't grasp the essentials of talismans, divination, and that so-called incantation, and he was completely unable to get started.

He had even learned the basics of medicine and beast taming, but he couldn't figure out the tricks of those skills, so he never pursued them.

Ye Huan appeared in the room and took a shower to wash away the grime. She noticed that her skin was becoming more and more delicate and smooth, and even had a faint sheen.

He has no excess fat left, replaced by eight-pack abs that aren't particularly prominent. His overall physique isn't strong, but the lines are very well-proportioned and beautiful, not exaggerated.

Not only that, he also found that his hearing and vision seemed to have improved, and he could now even hear the chirping of insects outside the yard.

He pushed open the window facing the back mountain and, gazing into the distance amidst the wind and rain, discovered that he could actually see the orchard on the back mountain clearly even in the pitch-black night.

Not only can it see further, but it even has night vision capabilities. Ye Huan was very happy, which meant that this cultivation really had benefits. No wonder it was called the Longevity Scripture.

It's a good thing that your eyes are no longer blind and your ears are no longer deaf.

Seeing that it was still early, he went into the space again. This time, he didn't cultivate the Daoist scriptures, but instead practiced those minor spells. He was currently practicing a spell called Fireball.

This is described in the Taoist scriptures. He experimented with it when he was at level four, but the fireball was too small, just a wisp of flame, so it couldn't be called the Fireball Technique.

Now, as he unleashed it once more, the flame truly transformed into a small fireball, about the size of an egg. He repeatedly manipulated and moved it in his hand, and then, following the teachings of the Taoist scriptures, used his internal energy to push it out.

The small fireball landed swiftly on a large cabbage, and in an instant, the cabbage turned into a pile of ash. Ye Huan stared in disbelief, "What the hell is that a fireball?!"

What kind of fireball can burn a fresh, tender cabbage to ashes in ten seconds?

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, so he began experimenting with different things, but the results were all the same: nothing could withstand the fireball's burning; the only difference was the duration.

What astonished him most was that an iron weight he went out to get burned in two minutes. This gave Ye Huan a better understanding of this fireball technique. Was this some kind of immortal magic?

He stepped out of the space, took a deep breath, calmed himself, and started to sleep. He didn't want to practice anything else; the fireball spell he'd used today had frightened him. He still hadn't recovered.

Without cultivation, the night passes quickly. Ye Huan woke up in the wind and rain in the morning. He stretched, opened the front window, and found that the wind and rain had subsided a lot. Now, it could barely be considered a moderate rain.

Looking at the time, it was nine o'clock. He slipped on his slippers and went downstairs. He saw Jingjing sitting quietly playing with Xiaobai. Wild Wolf was lying in the corridor by the gate. Ye Huan's parents were no longer afraid. When Wild Wolf heard Ye Huan's voice, it looked up at him, then lowered its head and closed its eyes.

"Disco, when the rain gets lighter, let's go into the mountains and get some food," Ye Huan said to the wolf. Yes, he named this wolf, Little White's father, "Disco."

The wolf looked up at the rain outside, stood up, and howled.

"No rush. We don't know what the situation is in the mountains right now. I'll go check it out after the rain stops." Ye Huan understood what it meant and didn't tell him to go right away.

With two storms the night before and yesterday, he didn't know what the situation was like in the mountains, and he wouldn't let Disco take any risks. Besides, he wanted to check on things after the rain stopped.

After the rain, many treasures will emerge. His other purpose is to transplant more plants into the spiritual spring space. He doesn't mind if there are any small animals or anything like that.

Disco lay down again and then began to doze off.

By lunchtime, the rain had finally stopped, and the long-awaited sun was shining in the sky. The ground began to steam. Before eating, Ye Huan went to the river to check, and the water level was almost parallel to the road surface. This was one of the biggest flash floods in decades.