"Hurry up. Before dawn, you must finish harvesting these spiritual items. The female immortals' first meal of the day is especially important... If you're even fifteen minutes late, I'll whip you to death!"
The precious foods, immortal fruits, and spiritual spring water were being busily transported to their designated locations by the female cultivators of the Labor Hall, for the people from the Sacred Land's Fire Kitchen Peak to collect.
Of course, the immortal food had to go through layer upon layer of screening before it could finally be served at the tables—so things had already been quite busy since midnight.
"Why, you little Yaoji! I couldn't find you anywhere for half the day. You were slacking off, weren't you? Let's see if I don't whip you to death!"
"I... I was too tired today and accidentally fell asleep."
"You deserve a beating!"
Several whips came down. Bloodstains instantly appeared on her skin, delicate enough to be blown apart. Yaoji was knocked to the ground, but she did not dare make a sound... The matron in charge, however, clearly had no intention of stopping.
"Zhang Zhenniang, has all today's immortal food been transported?"
Just then, a voice came from the sky. The matron froze when she heard it, then quickly composed herself and bowed respectfully toward the sky. "It... it's almost done!"
"You seem quite free to have time to discipline others here."
How could Zhang Zhenniang dare argue? She dropped to her knees in terror. "This slave deserves to die! This slave deserves to die!"
"Yaoji entered the Labor Hall by the Sacred Lord's personal order. Just let her work here. You can punish her if she breaks the rules, but forget the other little tricks."
These words went directly into Zhang Zhenniang's ears. It was clearly a private