Chapter 442 - 8: Rich Floral Fragrance in the Ancient Cellar
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At night, it was the time when Xiao Xian’s Silver-grade Space absorbed Spiritual Power most effectively.
Long ago, in the late Qing Dynasty, the ancestors of the Mei Family discovered that cultivation in Cherry Valley was twice as effective as in other places in Beijing.
By the time of sisters Mei Xiang and Mei Nian, they had planted roses and cherries here, one after another.
Generations of flower and fruit farmers in Cherry Valley have resulted in trees that are decades old being a common sight, with century-old trees also frequently seen. But all these trees combined could not compare to the Vincetoxicum fern that sealed the ice cellar.
This mutated, bizarre fern variety now caught Xiao Xian’s eye, looking somewhat different than during the daytime.
Feather-shaped leaves were emitting a faint green glow; countless and beyond clear discernment, the leaves grew in spiral layers according to no discernible pattern.
"Spirit Rhinoceros Break," Xiao Xian gathered enough Spiritual Energy, her hands swiftly taking up the scissors.
The shimmering frosty blades, following Xiao Xian’s sharp cry, saw the stubborn Vincetoxicum fern that had troubled her for over ten days as a Feng Bird, and its waving fronds as the Feng Bird’s feathers.
One piece, two pieces... With each leaf snipped, the sugarcane seedling would swiftly emit a stream of Spiritual Energy, halting the growth trend of the Vincetoxicum fern.
Xiao Xian’s actions were so quick they were almost invisible, and as the sugarcane seedling released Spiritual Energy, it also rapidly absorbed the energy from Cherry Valley. The exchange, an intake and an outflow, was a nearly flawless collaboration. Countless streaks of light swirled around the Vincetoxicum fern, which looked like a thousand-legged octopus.
Hissing sounds erupted as countless branches and leaves were cut off. The race was for this split second. The Silver Grade Spiritual Energy emerging from the space charged into the body of the Vincetoxicum fern through every wound that was created.
The Vincetoxicum fern, which was originally set to grow at a tenfold rate, had its vigorous growth momentum firmly sealed by the external Silver Grade Spiritual Energy.
From above Cherry Valley, the scene looked as though countless shooting stars were crossing, shining brightly.
Little White Jiao opened a gap with its claws, its mouth wide open, shocked by the spectacle before it.
Xiao Xian’s whole body shone like starlight, her forehead wet with sweat that clung to her face, her hands moving as fast as lightning, and the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors were no longer merely a tool, but had become a part of her body.
During the first few dozen snips, Xiao Xian was somewhat clumsy, but fortunately, the clever Silver Grade Spiritual Energy emerging from the space seemed to have calculated Xiao Xian’s sequence of snips, always sealing the Vincetoxicum fern’s new growth before it could emerge.
After snipping the hundredth leaf, Xiao Xian found that the Spiritual Energy consumption was reduced. The emptiness caused by the excessive use of Spiritual Power was subsiding. Even the weight of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors seemed to be lightening.
After close to ten thousand cuts, the Vincetoxicum fern’s body was now completely filled with Silver Grade Spiritual Energy. Xiao Xian took a deep breath, her fingers closing in, nearly ten thousand strands of Spiritual Energy expelled from the space now converged together, wrapping the Vincetoxicum fern as if it was caught in an inescapable net, twisting and struggling.
The ground began to crack, seemingly because the Vincetoxicum fern’s roots had dug deep into the soil, and now were being restricted by Xiao Xian, threatening to be uprooted.
The shaking became more violent, and the ground fissures grew; Xiao Xian grew tense, and her control of the Silver Grade Spiritual Energy was affected.
Seeing this, Little White Jiao chimed in with advice, "Little Master, don’t panic. It’s just like fishing. When a fish is first hooked, it will thrash around. You need to manage the tension—slacken a bit, then tighten, confusing the prey. When it’s off guard, you reel in and it’s a sure catch."
"I’m worried that if this continues, it will alarm the people in the village," Xiao Xian’s anxiety was about causing unnecessary turmoil.
When the Mei sisters established Meijia Village, they intended to create tranquility here; the commotion caused by the Vincetoxicum fern would undoubtedly cause a small earthquake.
"This isn’t hard, watch me," said Little White Jiao as a streak of white light appeared, its body expanding. The mouth of the White Flood Dragon suddenly opened wide, swallowing the entire territory of Cherry Valley behind Xiao Xian, just as it had done during the disaster at Ge Village last time.
Without worries from behind, Xiao Xian loosened her control of the Spiritual Energy. The Vincetoxicum fern, not understanding Xiao Xian’s intentions at first, weakened its struggles. Xiao Xian then tightened her grip again. After several cycles of this, just when the Vincetoxicum fern was disoriented...
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