Shi Feiyang settled the three little ones into a new home. He had expected them to choose separate places to nest, but they refused to be parted and chose a Mountain Valley together. It lay at a high elevation, had lovely scenery, and a stream ran through it. At their request, Shi Feiyang transplanted many flowers, grasses, and trees into the spots they specified, then transplanted their true bodies into the Mountain Valley.
One was a stalk of Queen Mother Grass, its green leaves resembling orchids, long and narrow as chives. A single arrowlike stem rose over ten feet from its center, topped with a cluster of seeds the size of longan fruit. They were oval like beans, red above and black below, with two eye-shaped markings in the middle. Mo Zhui was approaching ten thousand years of age, and another tribulation was imminent.
One was an Immortal's Couch. Aboveground, he was a wheel-sized black lingzhi, glossy as oil and exuding an intoxicating fragrance; underground, he had a humanoid rootstock over five feet tall. Moxiang had long since passed three thousand years of age, but along the way he had endured tribulations in Mo Zhui's place several times. People had cut off his lingzhi cap, dug out his rootstock, and snapped his main stem. Afterward, Mo Zhui had buried his remaining roots back in the soil to grow again, leaving him far short of the maturity he should have attained.
One was a Purple River Grass, only a thousand years old. However, he had grown far away on an isolated island overseas, where no one harmed him. Only venomous insects and wild beasts fought one another for the right to guard him, hoping to swallow him in the end. Heaven had blessed him with an encounter with Shi Feiyang just