Good Ties

Yingping Peak.

Fang Zelin counted the spirit rice in front of him.

Not bad. Compared to last year, there are eighteen more Ling rice plants this year, which seems like a significant increase.

Now that the irrigation has been changed to twice a day, the rice ears are indeed growing much faster.

But this young apprentice, whenever he uses the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique, he always comes over to rub against me.

Since this guy was probably originally a ginseng spirit, Lingdao didn't bother with him.

The few green leaves that fell off earlier are now sprouting new buds, and it looks like they can grow back.

"Young herbalist, if the ginseng leaves on your head grow out, will it have any negative effects on you if we pick them later?"

Fang Zelin glanced at the ginseng leaf on the ginseng spirit's head and couldn't help but ask a question.

Upon hearing this, the apprentice was terrified and quickly covered the green leaf on his head, saying, "Immortal Master, this will damage my cultivation!"

"Alright, alright, it's not like I'm picking your leaves, what's the rush?"

Seeing how nervous the other person was, Fang Zelin couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

After offering a reassuring remark, he changed the subject, saying, "Remember to keep a close eye on my herb garden; I should be going to the Dragon Palace in a few days."

"Don't worry, Immortal Master, the young boy is in the herb field; nothing will happen."

Upon hearing the immortal's request, the medicine boy immediately responded crisply.

"Besides, if any medicinal herb has been stolen, I can go to Wangqing Mountain and find quite a few more, although their medicinal properties might be much worse."

The young apprentice patted his chest, speaking with absolute certainty, which made Fang Zelin turn his head to glance at him.

"What did you say? You can find medicinal herbs so easily in Wangqing Mountain?"

"Of course! I am a spirit of plants and trees, so finding these things is naturally easy for me!"

Upon hearing this, the young herbalist immediately spoke up, glancing at the deer demon beside him, "Unlike those two fools who think they can just give away some medicinal herbs as gifts. There are so many of these things in Wangqing Mountain, how could they possibly offer them up?"

The medicine boy, now a servant of Fang Zelin, felt emboldened and would occasionally provoke the deer and tiger demons beside him.

Although the two demons were angry, they really couldn't do anything about him.

"Is it better to nurture medicinal herbs from a young age using the Lesser Rain Cloud Technique, or to nurture herbs that have been growing for decades using the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique?"

Fang Zelin really didn't know that.

Now he wanted to ask about the medicine boy's condition.

If there's no difference, then it would be better to have the other party find some medicinal herbs in Wangqing Mountain and replant them.

Perhaps we can shorten the treatment period and increase the medicinal effect.

"Naturally, herbs that have been nurtured from a young age are more effective. The herbs in Wangqing Mountain are only good for mortals at best; unless they are spirits, they are useless to demons and the like."

"It seems that it wouldn't be of any use to the immortal master even if he ate it."

"If the immortal uses those already grown medicinal herbs to water them, their medicinal properties cannot compare to those cultivated from a young age. The acquired energy within the grown herbs cannot be washed away, which will greatly reduce their medicinal efficacy."

The young apprentice knew a great deal about this stuff.

The medicinal herbs that the two demons had brought earlier have now been planted.

He had been taking care of the medicinal herb field all along, so he naturally knew the properties of the herbs very well.

"I see."

Hearing what the medicine boy said, Fang Zelin immediately gave up his idea of going into Wangqing Mountain to find more medicinal herbs to plant.

We should just use the seeds we planted ourselves and cultivate them slowly.

Time flies, and it's already springtime.

The snow-covered peaks are now gradually melting.

The melting snow water slowly flowed into the stream, giving it a refreshingly cool feel.

At some point, a hazy mist began to shroud Yingping Peak's area, making it difficult to see what was happening there.

At first, many people found it strange, but as time went on, no one paid much attention to it anymore, simply assuming it was just ordinary fog.

The residents of Anzi County have lived here for a long time.

There was nothing special about this place before, but now there's a persistent fog that doesn't seem to dissipate much, and it's hard to find anything else unusual.

If we're talking about something strange, it's probably the kappa (water spirit) in the Yongding River. Lately, they've been frequently appearing and rescuing many people who have fallen into the water.

Now that it's spring planting season, many more people are flocking to the banks of the Yongding River.

They were already quite used to the thin mist rising from the Yongding River.

But today, as they walked along the riverbank, they occasionally glanced around and saw countless schools of fish swimming by at the bottom of the river, which puzzled them greatly.

"It's really strange today; it feels like there are schools of fish swimming in the Yongding River."

A fisherman looked down, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Yeah, especially that fish that led the pack just now. It was bigger than a person! My goodness, it looked this big from the boat. If we caught it, it would eat a person!"

On the fishing boat, two fishermen looked at the school of fish below, both feeling quite puzzled.

Those schools of fish swimming by were, to be honest, truly breathtaking.

The fisherman's words reached Fang Zelin's ears from afar.

Fang Zelin was standing on the riverbank at this moment, and he could see the fish at the bottom of the river by looking down.

However, compared to the fisherman, Fang Zelin saw things much more clearly.

These fish at the bottom of the river are all fish demons, but the fishermen, with their mortal eyes, simply cannot see them.

As these fish demons swam forward, they dragged something behind them.

Boxes upon boxes of things, but I don't know what they are.

"The Dragon Lord of the Jing River certainly has a lot of influence; he throws such a grand banquet."

"This is only the area along the Yongding River; who knows what the rest of the area is like."

After looking around a few times, Fang Zelin even saw a dragon swimming across the riverbed.

The fish demons, which had been arranged in a fairly orderly fashion, were so frightened that they all made way for the dragon to swim across.

The dragon's scales were jet black, and only a few horns were faintly visible on its head, making its body appear extremely slender.

He looked quite imposing, but unfortunately, he was still far inferior to Meng Yunqing.

"You have a wide circle of friends!"

After watching for a moment, Fang Zelin said with some envy.

If I encounter other cultivators in the future, I must strive to establish good relationships with them.

Who knows, when I reach my centennial birthday in the future, I might be able to invite many fellow Daoists to come and celebrate.

Of course, celebrating a birthday is not the main purpose; the main purpose is to have more friends so that one will not be too lonely on the path of cultivation.