He had already been traveling with Pingzhou for two days.
Song You sat cross-legged amid the mountains, unable to help but marvel.
"What rich spiritual energy!"
Yet an abundance of spiritual power did not necessarily speed up one's cultivation. It merely made cultivation easier—leaving one's whole body comfortable and one's heart serene. Even without cultivating, living here would bring peace, joy, longevity, and health. Ordinary plants and animals, if they remained in such an environment long enough, would also find it relatively easier to attain the Way and take human form.
Simply sitting here felt wonderful.
Especially with the distant clouds billowing and unfurling, changing shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was no need to hurry, no fear of nightfall, nothing to do—and a little cat demon was picking mushrooms for him in the woods.
Such a scene, such a moment, such a sky—an idle little immortal with nothing to do.
"Hoo..."
Song You let out a breath of stale air.
When he turned to look—
The little girl had a shoulder bag slung across her body and was gathering them with utmost seriousness.
Song You had not told her to pick them.
She had seen him gathering mushrooms yesterday, noticed how much he liked eating them, and perhaps found it fun too. The moment they stopped here today, she had volunteered and run off excitedly to gather them.
"Taoist priest!"
The little girl came running back, her shoulder bag bulging with all sorts of mushrooms, quite a few of them brilliantly colored.
She pulled open the bag with her little hands and showed it off to him:
"I've picked so many!"
"That's enough."
"..."
"You're amazing!"
"That's right."
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"Just give them to me."
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"Thank you, Three Flower Lady."
"You're welcome."
Only then