Beside this place stood several clumps of green bamboo, with a few peach trees behind them.
Places rich in spiritual energy often had many flowering and fruit-bearing trees. These were merely ordinary things, but once touched by spiritual essence, they seemed somewhat different.
"I'll use you to build the house."
With a sweep of Lu Qing's hand, the bamboo and the lush trees over there became a complete foundation, tower, and courtyard in an instant before him.
A breeze stirred around them.
Looking into it, Lu Qing thought that he might learn more immortal Dao techniques in the future, so he opened up several additional cultivation rooms.
This place still had three floors as its limit, and courtyard walls slowly rose around the outside. Yet they were not walls made of white clay and black soil, but green bamboo courtyard walls. The style was no different from the houses Lu Qing had lived in.
At most, there were simply a few more rooms inside.
Yet as he raised pavilions with a turn of his hand, he once again left the people at the foot of the mountain dumbfounded.
They had not expected this steward to be so swift, nor so personally involved. It made them feel as though they were walking on clouds, with an unsteady feeling in their hearts.
They feared some great event might happen tomorrow.
"Ah, it's already late. We'll talk tomorrow."
They could not make heads or tails of how this man conducted affairs.
The cultivator disciples below had no way of enjoying the carefree freedom of those legendary immortals. That was far too distant from them.
Every day, they had to worry over spirit stones and spirit coins, cultivation treasures, cultivation pills, unstable realms, failure to break through, lack of progress, and countless other problems.