At the foot of the mountain, beneath the pear tree.
The snow-white pear blossoms had long since scattered. The duplicate sat cross-legged atop the old tree with eyes closed, cultivating. The demons gathered and waited, silently watching Bai Yujun and Fat Tiger emerge from the dense mist. The meditating duplicate opened her eyes, transformed into a streak of light, and merged with Bai.
Bai Yujun looked at the demons, who were excited yet faintly melancholy. They were delighted to see their generous boss, but the project was over—where would they find such a good opportunity again?
Then she looked at the pear tree, which she could barely recognize.
Compared to before, the pear tree had changed tremendously, as though it had gained a century of age out of thin air. It brimmed with life.
Several tree roots shaped like dragon claws stretched outward, taking root in cracks between the rocks.
Its crown was lush and flourishing like auspicious clouds, its branches laden with unripe green pears. Both its growth rate and fruit-bearing speed had already surpassed the realm of natural growth. There was no doubt that the pear tree had been infused with dragon qi, its attributes upgraded as it evolved into a spirit tree. If it received more dragon qi, perhaps its quality could improve further and allow it to bear immortal fruit.
She reached out, grabbed a cloud cluster from the thick mist in the mountain ravine, kneaded it a few times into a golden cloud cluster, and only then stepped onto it in satisfaction.
She rode the cloud around the mountain twice.
Looking over the completed foundations scattered around the mountain, she nodded in satisfaction. The cornerstones were sturdy, with no corners cut.
She took out an exquisitely crafted storage pouch and reached inside, rummaging through all