Deep within the Dense Forest behind the Secluded Abode, a herd of Spirit Horn Deer often appeared. These deer had gleaming white antlers and snow-like fur, with a faint aura of grass-and-wood spiritual energy lingering around their bodies. Yet they were timid by nature, scattering at the sight of people. One day, while Shen Hao was working in the nursery garden, he spotted several Spirit Horn Deer nibbling on the tender shoots of spiritual herbs by the plot. The disciples wanted to drive them away, but he stopped them. Watching the lively little deer, a thought arose in his heart—why not tame this herd of Spirit Horn Deer? They could guard the spiritual herbs of Secluded Forest Valley and add a touch of life to this tranquil place.
Early that morning, before the thin mist had dispersed, Shen Hao brought Zi Xuan into the depths of the Dense Forest, carrying a basket of spiritual grain soaked in Spirit Spring water. He wore no Daoist robe, only plain-colored cloth garments. His feet trod upon the soft fallen leaves, his footsteps so light they were almost soundless. Zi Xuan followed behind him, clutching several fresh Longevity Grass leaves in her hand, her pretty face filled with curiosity. "Brother Hao, these Spirit Horn Deer are so timid. Can they really be tamed?"
Shen Hao turned back and made a silencing gesture to her, lowering his voice to nearly a whisper. "Spirit Horn Deer are intelligent and know good from evil. We cannot use force; we can only treat them with sincerity. Today, we are merely here to let them see us. Do not startle them."
Zi Xuan hurriedly nodded, covering her mouth and making her steps even lighter. Following the faint sounds of deer calls through the woods, the two rounded a bend