White Spirit, Close In!

The Black Bull's eyes trembled faintly as it gazed at Chen Xun with shining eyes. Over the years, he had truly changed so, so much.

It gave a soft moo. "Moo."

No matter what Chen Xun became, it would follow him.

"Old Bull."

"Moo?"

"You don't need to worry about me."

Chen Xun suddenly broke into a brilliant smile, as though he had seen through the Black Bull's thoughts. He began painting a grand vision. "In the future, we still have to become guides at the ascension passage. Everything happening now will pass."

"Moo!" The Black Bull nodded heavily, its gaze still fixed tightly on Chen Xun, trying to discern something else from his face.

"Stop staring. Your big brother is calm as can be."

Chen Xun gently exhaled, feeling as if a great burden had been lifted. "Now that no one is watching us anymore, we can just cultivate properly in the Desolate Heaven Domain. I've reclaimed a fertile field behind the thatched cottage. Let's grow some spirit rice."

"Moo moo?!"

"Really. That place is a treasure land blessed by feng shui. I've examined it before—the yin and yang currents are harmonious and balanced, the water qi is flourishing, the earth qi is deep and abundant, and the aura overflows. It is land blessed by Heaven itself."

Chen Xun spoke with great flourish, spinning lies without even needing a draft. "It is also suitable for this Dao Ancestor to fire up the pill furnace, study ancient texts, and comprehend the path to immortality."

"Moo~~" The Black Bull let out a long snort, its eyes widening round. It believed him again.

Over the years, they had gathered quite a few spiritual herbs from the Desolate Heaven Domain. With their current cultivation and strength, harvesting those earthly spiritual herbs was like