Many of the herbs in this medicine field are rare draught ingredients that would require at least ten years to grow.
But at this time, quite a few batches could already be harvested.
Thatâs because every time Muyan plays the Tian Mo Qin, she utilizes the [Luxuriant Growth] skill.
Then the entire courtyard would go through the four seasons, and all the vegetation would grow madly.
And as Muyanâs skills get better, the number of seasonal cycles would also increase â at first it was one, then it became two, three, four...
Di Ming Jue had already known that this woman that he loves isnât ordinary.
Neither are the Shen Musicians.
He could see with his own eyes the turning and passing of spring, summer, autumn, and winter within the courtyard. His pupils slightly contract.
It would appear that the legendary Shen Musician, his Muyan, is even more exceptional than he ever imagined.
But also... more dangerous.
âNot an iota of whatâs happening in this courtyard could be known to outsiders.â Di Ming Jue lowers his voice and coldly instructs Han Ye.
Hastening the growth of living things with only the sound of the zither, even making the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower bloom. If such news were to be released outside, heâs afraid that the sky and the earth of the entire Yanwu Continent would turn upside down.
No! Not just the Yanwu Continent, even the Xiuzhen Continent would...
And at that time, he probably wouldnât be able to keep hiding Muyanâs identity as a Shen Musician.
Han Ye quickly comes back to himself and gives a prompt bow, saying: âRest assured, Master. The guards watching the perimeter are all reliable agents, and the rest are not allowed to come near the medicine field. There would absolutely be no one else that would know of Miss Muyanâs peculiarity.â
......
The music slowly comes to an end, as Muyan opens her eyes to the Dark Clouds Spirit Flowersâ frighteningly bright glow.
Normally, she would take several hours a day to play [Luxuriant Growth] until sheâs about to collapse, then she would need to use [Echo Recovery] to slowly recuperate.
But today, as she was playing, the tip of her nose was filled with the fragrance of the Spirit Flower.
This fragrance seems to have a spiritual nature, as it makes its way straight into her lungs, burrowing into her meridians and Qi Sea.
All of her tiredness has been drained out and swept away by this fragrance, once again filling her dried-up Internal Force.
Moreover, Muyan is certain that itâs not just her illusion.
Her bottleneck really has loosened from being exposed to this scent.
Although itâs only by a little bit.
She canât help but come nearer to the Dark Clouds Spirit Flowers, reaching out to gently touch the pure, sparkling and translucent petals.
The petals softly quiver under her fingertips, and the fragrance of the flowers becomes stronger and stronger, like theyâre responding to her.
Muyanâs fondness for this flower just grows.
âDi Ming Jue...â she goes on to face the man thatâs standing not far from her, âThese Dark Clouds Spirit Flowers, can you give one to me?â
She has cultivated a total of four flowers.
Even if Di Ming Jue needs them, he also shouldnât need as many as four, right?
Di Ming Jue takes a step closer: âYou want the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower?â
Muyan nods again and again.
âWhat would you give in exchange?â
This point stumps Muyan â after all, she canât even imagine what Di Ming Jueâs origin is, so he probably wouldnât pay attention to ordinary draughts or treasures.
She says with hesitation: âI... can pay with money?â
âBen Jun doesnât lack money.â
âWhat donât you have?â Muyan wrinkles her nose, thinking to herself that no matter what he lacks, she would find a way to help this man go and get it.
Di Ming Jue slowly bends down, and he whispers into her ear: âBen Jun only lacks you.â
Muyan: â...!!â he still canât talk properly.
Taking a deep breath, âJun Shang-daren can really crack a joke.â
âBen Jun never jokes.â Di Ming Jue coldly replies.
Then with a wave of his sleeves, âThese flowers are very important to me, so donât think about it. When it has completely bloomed tomorrow, donât forget to collect the flowers for Ben Jun.â