In late May and early June, the temperature was comfortable at the foot of the mountain, while a cool breeze was blowing up the mountain. But this temperature was nothing to Jin Shanyao.
She stood on the boulder, her hands raised above her head... Wahahaha... Winter has passed and spring has come, I, the Jin Shanyao, am back again, tremble, my little darling.
Lu Chi, Qing He, and Qing Yang were stunned by her actions. She was a perfectly normal person normally, so why did she go crazy on the mountain?
Meng Anzhi was used to it. Every time her aunt went up the mountain, she was like a wandering soul returning to its grave. She would come back to life and act like the village's second idiot, acting crazy and mad.
As the Jin Shanyao spoke, a powerful Spiritual Power enveloped White Head Mountain. This Spiritual Power carried no murderous intent, yet it terrified the plants and animals, causing them to tremble in fear.
The motherwort nestled at her feet huddled together and screamed, "Ahhh... the devil is here again! Mother... I don't want to die!"
Upon hearing this, Jin Shanyao lowered her cold gaze, bent down, and slapped the motherwort branch and leaves, angrily saying, "What are you shouting for? Where did you get your mother from?"
Last time I didn't have the heart to pluck you because you were so young, but if I don't pluck you now, you'll wither away.
After saying that, he waved his hand at Qing He, "I've got it."
Qing He quickly put her basket aside, picked up her hoe and started digging. It was her first time digging for medicinal herbs, and she didn't know which ones were usable and which ones weren't, so she was very careful with each shovelful.
Jin Shanyao the giant rock and followed the Spiritual Power to find a piece of jade bamboo. The jade bamboo was so frightened that its green leaves withered and it trembled and begged for mercy.
"Ancestor, I've only been buried for a short time, I haven't even had a few breaths of the mountain air, I..."
"What do you mean, 'I'? It's not like I can breathe," Jin Shanyao down to grab a handful of jade bamboo and toss it to Qing Yang. "Dig it up, dig it all up..."
"Ahhh..." A patch of Solomon's seal bamboo watched helplessly as its companions were dug up one by one by humans. They desperately tried to entangle their roots together, but it was all in vain.
The surrounding weeds and moss were too scared to raise their heads. Although they were useless, who knew if their ancestors might have a tantrum and kill them all as well.
Jin Shanyao walked menacingly to a rock. "Little fellow, you're quite the hider."
The seventy-year-old ginseng let out a scream in fright and desperately tried to burrow into the cracks in the rocks, but it was too late... Jin Shanyao its stem and leaves with a wave of her hand.
He coaxed, "Look at you, exposed to the wind and sun, what future do you have in these mountains? Come with me, I'll show you the world."
The ginseng trembled and said, "Ancestor, I... I know of a hundred-year-old ginseng not far from me. Can you please spare me?"
Jin Shanyao patted it soothingly, then stood up and said to Meng Anzhi, "Come here, dig carefully, don't hurt it."
Jin Shanyao wanted to pick some monkey head mushrooms, but it wasn't the right season. However, it didn't matter; from now on, all precious mushrooms must grow in Lush Mountain.
After walking a few steps, they finally saw the century-old ginseng. Its indifferent attitude towards life and death filled Jin Shanyao with admiration, and she decided to take action herself.
"Ancestor, do you think I'll become a spirit if I grow a few more years?"
The Jin Shanyao Spiritual Power to explore its roots and rhizome. After pinpointing its exact location, it drew a circle around it and began digging along the edge.
"It won't work. White Head Mountain is not a primeval forest; it has no Spiritual Power and is frequently visited by humans."
You're headed for death sooner or later, but don't worry, I'll find you a good place. If you're lucky, you might even get to see the emperor."
As they spoke, the century-old ginseng was dug up, roots and all. The Jin Shanyao infused its roots with Spiritual Power to ensure it wouldn't wither and die.
Meng Anzhi's method of digging ginseng was the same as Jin Shanyao's: digging it up with the roots and soil still attached.
Ginseng that has exceeded a certain age is hard to find, so we can't dig it up and sell it directly as a medicinal herb like we did last time.
Jin Shanyao wanted to cultivate the two ginseng plants to make them a living advertisement for the Anzhi Hall. She pressed her palm to the ground, her Spiritual Power covering all the roots and stems, and asked if anyone was willing to go to Lush Mountain with her.
Although one cannot live to old age, one can have abundant Spiritual Power for half a lifetime and have a continuous line of offspring. This is like asking humans: would you rather die poor or live a life of great wealth?
However, the answers varied; those who were willing transplanted the Jin Shanyao there, while those who were unwilling continued their lives as before.
Lu Chi was surprised by Jin Shanyao's good fortune; she had only spent half a day in the mountains and had already dug up two top-quality ginseng roots. He couldn't help but wonder, were there really so many medicinal herbs on White Head Mountain?
What's even more amazing is that the Jin Shanyao Thief never leaves empty-handed; wherever he goes, there are always herbs waiting there, and they are always of the Higher Vehicle in terms of age and variety.
No wonder Jin Shanyao into the mountains. If he had the ability to survey the mountains and diagnose their pulse, he would be even more insane than Jin Shanyao.
He had to admit that this country woman had some skills. Lu Chi stared at Jin Shanyao's back, lost in thought, wondering who could possibly teach a disciple like Jin Shanyao.
In the past, he only thought that the arrogance of Jin Shanyao was a reckless disregard for rules, and that he had no concept of high or low status, class or hierarchy, only the strength of his own power.
But then I thought, she was more like an ignorant child, only able to do things in the most direct way, and it seemed that he had never really understood her.
"What are you standing there for? Come over here and level this patch of astragalus," Lu Chi Jin Shanyao standing with her hands on her hips, pointing at a patch of green with an air of arrogance.
"Master, this astragalus doesn't seem to have grown yet."
"Tsk... did you see how thick its rootstock is?"
Lu Chi shook his head. He didn't have X-ray vision, so how could he know how thick the astragalus root was? He only saw that the leaf veins hadn't fully developed, and concluded that the astragalus wasn't mature.
Jin Shanyao pointed to her eyes and arrogantly said, "I can see, dig... If you waste any more time, you won't get lunch."
Last time, Lu Chi said that to succeed in an official career, one must learn to weigh the pros and cons. Learn what... again?
The Jin Shanyao his wooden head, racking his brains. "Forming cliques and engaging in corrupt practices?" That seems to be the right word. Oh well, they all mean roughly the same thing; it's just two forces fighting.
Since it was a fight between two forces, her child had to be the leader. To achieve this goal, she specifically read several books on the hierarchy of human classes.
She used to disdain these things, but alas... it's all about timing and fate.
"Huh... Jin Shanyao glanced at a purple smear out of the corner of her eye, then quickly located it. "Huang Qin, I said you're hiding and crooked, can't you stand up straight... You're making a disgrace to the vegetation by being so timid, dig it up."
And this clump of Poria cocos was so crowded together, competing for nutrients, I only left one plant and dug up the rest. This patch of Viola yedoensis was growing too densely, affecting ventilation, so I dug up half of it for flower arrangements.
Lu Chi was confused. What did flower arranging mean??? Oh well, let's just dig it up.
Except for those that grow alone, the Jin Shanyao won't exterminate them all. After all, Taishang Laojun is watching from above. If she destroys the environment and kills indiscriminately, she'll be struck by lightning again.
Bah... He's no good deity.
Lu Chi leaned closer to Meng Anzhi and, pretending to be digging for medicinal herbs, quietly asked, "Is your aunt always this mysterious every time she goes into the mountains?"
She even started talking to the plants! With that expression and that technique, anyone who knew her would think she was digging for medicinal herbs, but anyone who didn't would think she was a god in charge of the battlefield.
Meng Anzhi tossed the herbs in her hand into her basket and continued digging with her hoe. "What's with all this mysticism? Don't always focus on others; think about yourself. Aren't you overthinking things?"
Lu Chi was puzzled, digging absently with his hoe. Was he overthinking things? Or were all capable people mentally unstable?