A Mere Herb Garden, Nothing More Than Chickens and Dogs!

Night.

The freshly turned soil in the medicinal field gleamed faintly under the moonlight.

Su Ling'er stood above the field, the night breeze rustling her red clothes, which carried the scent of the earth.

She had returned to this land she had just left.

Indeed, it had once again returned to how it looked when she first saw it.

But she didn't care. The eyes that had held only numbness now burned with a fire.

This was perfect for her to continuously complete the task of tilling the three mu of medicinal fields in the Hundred Herbs Garden!

She clutched the Blood Condensing Grass in her arms, which gave her endless motivation, pushing her forward.

Now, she only needed to till three to five more times, and another Spiritual Grass would be hers.

What was this small hardship?

What was this fatigue?!

As long as she could obtain...

Let alone three mu, even thirty mu, three hundred mu, she would do it without hesitation!

Of course, if three mu was enough, then the rest was unnecessary.

At Qing Xu Temple, she didn't even have the chance to obtain Spiritual Grass through labor.

But here, she had!

How could she easily let go of this opportunity!

Spiritual Power surged from her body without reservation, and the white moonlight fell upon her palms.

Due to the hundreds of times she had swept the floor and watered the plants before, her control over Spiritual Power had become increasingly refined as she learned to regulate its output.

Now, she could even manifest her Spiritual Power, controlling several hoes and plows by the field simultaneously.

"Hah!"

She grunted, and over a dozen hoes spun around her before descending in a line, turning over patches of dark soil.

The plow, meanwhile, forged ahead, carving a straight furrow before her!

With her Spiritual Power output unreserved, her work efficiency was more than several times faster than before!

With her Qi Refining Great Perfection level of Spiritual Power fully unleashed, in just a moment, Su Ling'er's figure reappeared at the Transmission Hall.

The hall was still brightly lit, bustling with figures and noise.

She walked directly to the stone platform and placed down the task jade slip.

The elder overseeing the tasks, with a blank expression, pushed another cloth bag towards her.

She snatched the bag and accepted the task of tilling three mu of medicinal fields in the Hundred Herbs Garden again, then turned to leave.

On the way, she took the opportunity to check the reward—it was Red Blood Ginseng!

It seemed that the low-grade Spiritual Grass rewarded by the sect after each completed task was random.

A moment later, she returned again.

During this time, she had circulated her energy to recover some Spiritual Power.

Handing over, receiving, leaving—not a single wasted word.

This time, it was Cooling Grass.

At this moment, she was like a tireless monster, walking the shortest path between the medicinal field and the Transmission Hall.

When her Spiritual Power was depleted, she would sit cross-legged, circulate the Myriad Transformations Return to Origin True Manual, and upon opening her eyes again, she would rise and head towards the familiar medicinal field.

The cheers from her support group had completely faded into the background noise.

"Little Junior Sister, break free from your cocoon!"

She was breaking free!

"Water the path to the Dao with your sweat!"

She was watering it!

She even felt annoyed that she wasn't working fast enough.

It's just managing a medicinal field, I can do it a hundred or eighty times without even breaking a sweat!

The medicinal field is nothing but weaklings, I, Su Ling'er, can crush it with a flip of my hand!

Su Ling'er worked even harder!

Some time later

Ah.

I can't anymore.

I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead.

I really can't do any more.

If I keep going, I'm afraid I'll drop dead on the spot.

As a sliver of dawn broke through the horizon, Su Ling'er tossed aside the tool she was using.

Her Spiritual Power was depleted, and her mind was growing increasingly weary from the high-intensity labor.

No matter how great the temptation before her, all she felt now was a stinging pain throughout her body – a sign of overexertion.

Her vision blurred, and her body swayed. Leaning against the fence by the field, she barely managed to stay upright.

Several heavy cloth bags rested in her arms, the only reason she had pushed herself this far.

She dragged her heavy feet back to the Transmission Hall.

I need to rest.

She had been working all night.

If it weren't for the Spiritual Plant rewards from tending the medicinal fields, she would have returned to her dilapidated thatched hut long ago.

She submitted her final task for the day and didn't accept any more.

She truly wanted to rest; her body and mind had reached their limit.

Senior Disciple Brother also saw that she had accumulated over seven hundred contribution points today and hadn't slacked off much. Seeing how utterly exhausted she looked, he didn't urge her further.

And so, Su Ling'er, dragging her weary body, finally returned to her thatched hut.

However, as she passed a small market among the disciples, her steps halted.

A disciple, yawning, was displaying a neatly folded bedroll.

The material was unknown, but in the faint morning light, it emitted a soft glow.

It was embroidered with cloud patterns and cranes in gold and silver thread, the stitches fine and lifelike.

A small wooden sign beside the stall read:

[Cloud Silk Crane Quilt, Calms the Mind and Soothes the Soul, Warm in Winter and Cool in Summer.]

[Grand Opening Discount! Only fifty low-grade spirit stones!]

A flicker of longing arose in Su Ling'er's heart.

After all, she slept on a pile of moldy straw in her thatched hut.

But the thought, once it arose, was forcefully extinguished.

She touched the cloth bags in her arms. She would be leaving soon; what use was improving her sleeping environment?

Moreover, it offered no benefit to her cultivation, only extreme comfort when sleeping.

These were the resources she would use to embark on her true immortal path after leaving this place!

She couldn't waste even a single bit here!

Still, she bought a large-capacity storage bag.

She would likely acquire a lot in the next three to five days, so a large storage bag was essential.

Finally, she returned to her dilapidated thatched hut.

Su Ling'er closed the door, and the fatigue surged back like a tide.

She finally climbed onto the pile of moldy straw.

Those chaotic images flashed through her mind again.

The Transmission Hall was still so bustling in the middle of the night; didn't they need sleep?

Didn't they need to cultivate?

They were constantly doing tasks, just like she was initially, listless and lifeless.

When she accepted tasks, she had already seen several familiar figures, their eyes vacant as they accepted tasks, left, returned, completed tasks, and repeated the cycle endlessly.

It was just like when she herself had taken on the five hundred tasks meant to discipline disciples.

Even so, they were more numb than she was.

And who was secretly clearing the disciples' labor results, making them repeat the work over and over?

Was it purely to make them train repeatedly?

Or was there a deeper conspiracy at play?

And who was the Demonic Sect culprit behind Elder Qian's poisoning and public display?

Who was the Demonic Dao magnate pulling the strings behind all of this?

Why couldn't she recall the appearance of those deceased disciples?

Who was controlling all of this?

She couldn't figure it out.

She knew there were no rules or logic here, only a group of incomprehensible lunatics.

Sometimes they were driven by some fanatical will, immersed in an inexplicable joy;

Other times, they were like her when she did those five hundred missions, even more numb than she was.

They only knew how to repeat endlessly, doing those never-ending tasks as if there was no end in sight.

Was everyone in this sect, from top to bottom, a little bit crazy?

Never mind, perhaps Demonic Dao Evil Cultivators were just like this by nature.

Truly a group of energetic and unreasonable Evil Cultivator demons.

However, after grinding for two more days, she should try to send back some of the intelligence she'd gathered.

Even if the communication jade slip didn't work, the Spirit Contract Insect should.

Her thoughts grew heavier, and the fatigue in her body finally overwhelmed the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

She tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep.

Beside the thatched hut, the Worry Flower also began to wilt as hope and fighting spirit reignited in her heart.

And at this moment, the Jintian game announcement also displayed:

[Golden Autumn Harvest Festival Countdown: 2 Days]