Blossoms Unfurl

The establishment of the Blood Pact seemed to have some effect on Yun Qingyang. Lying in Ma Feifei's arms, Ma Feifei could clearly see that Yun Qingyang's face was somewhat pale.

"Strange, why am I perfectly fine?" Ma Feifei examined her body and found herself in excellent condition, especially her left arm. She estimated that a single punch from it could shatter mountains. It seemed that this time, the shared abilities not only failed to benefit Yun Qingyang but also made her look haggard.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei looked up at the plum tree above him. Despite the commotion just now, the plum tree hadn't been affected at all. Sure enough, the products of the system were different.

Ma Feifei used her Power of Faith to pluck all the remaining flower buds from the plum tree and fed them to Yun Qingyang. This stuff should have the ability to heal the body; at least Ma Feifei felt more energetic and powerful when she ate it.

Sadly, the plum tree's buds hadn't even had a chance to bloom before the two of them picked them all again. It's unclear when the Plum Tree Blooms.

As expected, Plum Blossom had healing properties. After eating the Plum Blossom, Yun Qingyang's complexion began to improve. Ma Feifei helped her up, and Yun Qingyang took a few steps, essentially recovering.

"Qingyang, have you felt anything different about your body?" Ma Feifei stroked his chin as he looked at Yun Qingyang, feeling that what the system said was unreliable. He, Ma Feifei, had so many excellent abilities, there was no reason why Yun Qingyang hadn't gained anything.

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyang checked himself and then shook his head, saying, "No."

Ma Feifei looked puzzled. Had Yun Qingyang really gained nothing? Still unwilling to give up, Ma Feifei took out one hundred Spirit Crystal from his spatial ring, placed them on the ground, and said, "Listen carefully. Suppose you buy a low-grade spiritual artifact with one hundred spirit crystals, then sell it for one hundred and ten Spirit Crystal, but then find it's not worth it, so you buy it back for one hundred and twenty Spirit Crystal, and then sell it to someone else for one hundred and thirty Spirit Crystal. How many Spirit Crystal did you ultimately earn on that spiritual artifact?"

Yun Qingyang tilted his head and thought for a moment before answering, "Ten."

"Yes, it's Yun Qingyang." Ma Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the hundred Spirit Crystal on the ground, got up, went to the big pit he had just smashed into, and peered down. He found that it was bottomless and pitch black.

"I wonder if my dad hid some divine weapons or something down there." After all, he runs Bookstore, so Ma Feifei's imagination runs wild. He sees every little pitfall as an opportunity waiting for him.

"Was my answer wrong?" Yun Qingyang was still struggling with the question Ma Feifei had just asked, frowning as he pondered it.

"No, no, your answer is very good," Ma Feifei said seriously. What could he say? Could he say, "Yun Qingyang, you answered wrong, the correct answer should be twenty?" That was impossible. In his entire life, any math problem involving Yun Qingyang, as long as Yun Qingyang calculated the answer, it was always correct, even if it wasn't!

Only in this way can Ma Feifei go further and further down this treacherous path...

Yun Qingyang clearly didn't quite believe Ma Feifei's words, her eyes revealing disbelief. She went to the plum tree and started counting on her fingers to recalculate.

Ma Feifei almost burst out laughing at the sight, quickly covering her mouth with her hand and turning around to figure out how to fill the huge pit, otherwise it would be troublesome if she accidentally fell in one day.

"Huh?" Ma Feifei, who was trying to figure out how to fill the hole, noticed someone was spying on her. She subconsciously looked up and saw Zhang Yunji standing at the back door of the Bookstore, looking at Ma Feifei with Zhengyi puzzled expression. Upon seeing Ma Feifei's gaze, Zhang Yunji quickly turned his head away as if he had been caught doing something wrong, and prepared to slip away.

"Zhang Yunji!" Ma Feifei called out to him.

Zhang Yunji stood there, stunned. He turned to look at Ma Feifei with a bitter expression. He was honest with himself; he had only been startled by the commotion in the backyard and was worried that something had happened to Ma Feifei, so he couldn't help but run to the back door to check. He had no other intentions whatsoever.

"I didn't say you had other ideas! Come here quickly, I have something to ask you." Ma Feifei guessed Zhang Yunji's thoughts as soon as he saw his Zhang Yunji and waved to him.

"Shopkeeper, is there anything you need?" Zhang Yunji finally smiled and jogged over. There were two employees looking after the Bookstore, so Zhang Yunji leaving for a short while wouldn't cause any problems.

"Here's what you're going to do: go get some soil or stones and fill this hole in," Ma Feifei said, pointing to the hole he had punched earlier.

Only then did Zhang Yunji have a chance to look down at the large hole that had appeared in the ground. He peered down and couldn't help but gasp. The hole was estimated to be over a hundred meters deep, and the walls were smooth and neat, clearly indicating that it had been shattered by a powerful force in one go. Considering the earth-shattering noise he had just heard, Zhang Yunji could easily guess how the hole had been made.

However, for the shop owner and that Saint, creating such a hole didn't seem to be a difficult task. At least his master, Chang Kong, should have been able to do it as well. It's just that he definitely couldn't create that earth-shattering noise. Zhang Yunji had just inquired at the door and learned that some cultivators with lower cultivation levels had suffered internal injuries of varying degrees, which was truly terrifying.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunji suppressed his amazement and left to find soil to fill the hole. Ma Feifei, on the other hand, examined his left arm, then turned back to the plum tree, took out the Grand Tutor Chair from his spatial ring, and sat down, intending to continue comprehending the Tao Te Ching.

Glancing at the bare branches of the plum tree, and then at Yun Qingyang squatting to the side counting on her fingers, Ma Feifei shook her head, opened the book of the Tao Te Ching, and began to recite again. "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name."

Nameless, the beginning of all things; named, the mother of all things...

Slowly, as Ma Feifei recited the entire Tao Te Ching, small flower buds began to sprout from the bare branches of the plum tree, and the Plum Blossom grew once again.

Yun Qingyang stopped at some point, staring blankly at the small flower buds sprouting on the plum tree, a happy smile spreading across her face.

Zhang Yunji also ran back from outside, covered in mud from head to toe. He had just smashed into a mountain, and now his spatial bag was full of mud and stones, enough to fill the hundred-meter-deep hole.

Seeing that Ma Feifei was reciting the contents of some book, Zhang Yunji didn't dare to disturb her. He quietly walked to the cave entrance and subtly used his Spiritual Power to throw stones and soil towards the entrance. Because a trace of Spiritual Power was released from below to hold them in place, it didn't make any noise and therefore didn't affect Ma Feifei's reading.

As Zhang Yunji licked the hole while listening to Ma Feifei recite the Tao Te Ching, a strange, indescribable stirring seemed to stir deep within him, an itch that was both unbearable and intense.

"It's as if something is about to break free."

Ma Feifei was naturally unaware that Zhang Yunji could actually hear Tickle sensation in his recitation of the Tao Te Ching. At this moment, he had entered a state of complete absorption, no longer needing to read the Tao Te Ching; his mind was completely blank, and he was reciting the text entirely by conscious thought.

'Pop~'

'Pop~'

'Pop~'

Plum Blossom sprouted one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Yun Qingyang got up and ran to the plum tree. Looking at the freshly blossomed Plum Blossom, he picked one, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and said, "Ma Feifei, these Plum Blossom are a bit sweet this time, and the little buds seem to have opened."

"What?"