Help Me Farm? Qing Ye

Woke up early.

After a simple grooming and dressing, I changed into another black dress and headed down the mountain to tend to the Spirit Field.

This was the busiest area for the Handyman disciples.

Even Outer Disciples rarely came here to farm.

I walked forward expressionlessly, returning to my designated Spirit Field amidst countless gazes.

"Ye Xiaoyao."

"A Direct Disciple like you, still farming?"

I didn't know who said it.

Without a single "Senior Sister" being uttered, laughter erupted from nearby.

I lowered my head, staring at my pale palm.

Facing the mockery of others, I felt particularly silent today.

The other Handymen were clearly used to my personality. What fun was there in bullying a silent person? They habitually threw a few taunts at me before leaving with contemptuous glances.

I watched their retreating backs. The most useless Handyman among them was still a few minor realms higher than me. The emotions in my crimson eyes flickered a few times before settling into a trace of loneliness and determination.

Perhaps it was because I was pregnant, but I had to rest many times while tilling the Spirit Field. My stamina was nowhere near what it used to be.

I shouldn't overexert myself recently.

Although I possessed some low-level Spells that could replace manual labor with a hoe, I preferred to conserve my spiritual energy for summoning the Spirit Rain Technique. This would save me the effort of watering.

The Spirit Field was planted with Spirit Rice, which couldn't be watered with ordinary water.

I had been tending Spirit Fields for sixteen years since entering the sect.

It was rather laughable.

I had never actually eaten any Spirit Rice.

Suddenly, while I was farming, I clutched my stomach with all my might, curling up in pain by the edge of the field.

This is bad. I knew I shouldn't overdo it.

I was already unwelcome; how could anyone notice my distress?

Therefore, I could only grit my teeth and endure.

After a moment, my complexion finally eased slightly. I painfully got back up, deciding to finish tilling the remaining Spirit Field.

Tilling the Spirit Field was only troublesome at the very beginning. Afterward, one only needed to consistently water and weed before harvest. Once harvested, the task was complete. The reward for a season's work was two and a half Spirit Stones.

One task cycle was three months, which was almost my only source of income.

The highest point of Heavenly Sword Peak.

Heavenly Sword Venerable opened his eyes and gazed at a figure below the mountain.

So good.

Hardworking and resilient.

No one bullies her, and she's never been beaten.

Plus, she gets to eat her fill at every meal.

What a wonderful life. She definitely won't turn to the dark side now.

This was Heavenly Sword Venerable's understanding of a happy life.

Though it was ordinary and a bit busy, she always had enough to eat.

Being busy is good. It leaves no time for her to think about trivial matters.

Her mission is complete.

Confirming that his plan for mediocrity was proceeding smoothly, Heavenly Sword Venerable gave an instruction before re-entering seclusion.

"The shares for the other Direct Disciples will be distributed as usual. The sect will customarily deduct Ye Xiaoyao's portion, leaving her to farm and fend for herself."

"As you command."

The Spirit Field below the mountain.

I propped myself up with my hoe, in too much pain to move. My excessive persistence seemed to be causing my body to cry out at its limit.

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I conjured a water mirror, gazing at my pale face within it.

In the end, I could only weakly clench my fist in unwillingness.

Ye Xiaoyao.

How can you be so disappointing?

If you don't earn more Spirit Stones, do you really want to take the Cub and scavenge for scraps?

Unsure if it was due to pregnancy-related mood swings, a sense of powerlessness washed over me like a tide.

I only hate that I am a Five Elements杂灵根 with a purity not yet at twenty points.

I exhaled a breath of hot air and simply sat down on the ground, not caring if my pretty skirt got dirty.

At this moment.

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking part of my fair ankle.

I instinctively retracted my slender legs, giving no one the chance to peek at me.

"Leave it to me."

A faint fragrance drifted with the breeze.

This was a scent that didn't belong to me.

"Who... are you?" My eyes were glazed over as I looked at the unremarkable girl before me. Her blue shirt was patched and mended, making her look more like a Handyman disciple in a dire situation.

"I'm just here to lend a hand. I'm a Handyman disciple who just took on the task for the Spirit Field next door. I saw you seemed to be struggling to keep up, so I thought, since we're all having a tough time, I might as well help out where I can." The blue-shirted girl had a bright smile that inexplicably reminded me of someone who always used a smile that could heal everyone, reaching out to me time and time again.

Hearing the word "help" stung my eyes, and I became furious.

"I don't need your help..."

As if she had predicted what I would say, her next words cut off what I was about to say, "Actually, I'll be quite busy next time and might not have time to tend to my own Spirit Field. Consider this tilling of your field as a bargaining chip for the exchange."

"Speaking of which, I should be the one thanking you."

The blue-shirted girl smiled faintly. The prickly shell I had extended towards the outside world inexplicably dissolved into the air, and the words at the tip of my tongue lost their conviction.

"I'll dig it back for you next time."

My voice gradually softened.

"Thank you," the blue-shirted girl said to me, "There aren't many people willing to help me anymore."

She swung her hoe with astonishing strength, not at all like a Handyman disciple. I stared at her retreating back, feeling a familiar shadow of someone I knew. Yet, sensing she was only at Qi Refining Level 9, I confirmed she was just a Handyman disciple in a similar predicament to my own. The last trace of strangeness and suspicion in my heart gradually subsided, though I didn't completely let down my guard.

Having said that, I suddenly chuckled self-mockingly.

If I said others were in the same situation as me, anyone who heard it might think I was mocking them.

No one in this sect has it harder than me. Even a stray dog on the roadside has someone to feed it.

The blue-shirted girl quickly finished tilling the Spirit Field.

"My name is Qing Ye, you can also call me Qing Qing."

"In two days, I have some things to attend to, so I'll be entrusting my Spirit Field to you."

The Spirit Field required seven consecutive days of tilling. Today was only the first day of the season.

She left these words and then departed.

I looked at my Spirit Field, which had already been hoed once. I gathered all my spiritual energy and released a Spirit Rain Technique that could cover half an acre, then quietly waited for my spiritual energy to recover.

Heavenly Sword Peak Direct Disciple's Cave Mansion.

Ye Qingxian changed into a luxurious daily dress as she watched the Inner Sect Disciple approaching.

"Senior Sister Qingxian, where did you go today? There are so many conflicts in the sect, and you're never present. The other disciples in the Law Enforcement Hall don't dare to make decisions on their own."

"From now on, handle such matters yourself," Ye Qingxian replied. "I need to go into seclusion recently. Unless it's a major incident, don't come to me for decisions."

"Yes."

As the Cave Mansion gradually quieted down, Ye Qingxian recalled the scene she had witnessed today, her heart aching inexplicably.

Under the sun of the Spirit Field, the small, curled-up figure, still struggling to get up.

The faint, disdainful glances from nearby, and the walls of isolation deliberately built by countless people, forced her to rely solely on herself.

How had she managed to live on her own?

If she had possessed the most responsibility before, now, a growing sense of heartache and pity was overshadowing it.

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