“Old Farmer! My fellow villager!”
“Year after year, tirelessly plowing the fields, the wind and rain are what bring the most worries, but sweating it out means hoping for a good harvest!”
On the mountainside Spirit Field, Limuqun wore a Straw Rain Hat as he bent over, working hard in the fields.
His face was grim and forlorn, his expression desolate.
Although protected by spiritual power, he deliberately let the mud splash onto his calves and cheeks, as if carrying an indescribable bitterness.
A gentle breeze carried his rough yet sorrowful singing far and wide. Even Luo Dan’er, who was resting quietly in the Danfurnace at the mountaintop, was awakened by the noise and angrily covered her ears.
Damn it, that guy’s at it again!
All they asked was for him to do some chores, but every day he just howls like that!
Luo Dan’er grit her teeth, initially intending to ignore it.
But Limuqun’s singing grew louder, and the lyrics changed to become sharper and more direct:
“Who created the human world? It’s us, the laboring masses! Everything belongs to the workers—there’s no place for parasites! The most hateful are those poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts, feasting on our flesh and blood!”
Though she didn’t understand the full meaning of the lyrics, it didn’t stop her from catching the implied insults in Limuqun’s words.
“Ancestor Dan’er, these are clearly insults.”
Thus, Luo Dan’er’s mood worsened.
Damn it!
Cunning, despicable, lazy Limuqun!
She couldn’t stand it, simply couldn’t.
She didn’t care herself, but disturbing Mother Superior’s quiet cultivation? If trouble came from that, who would bear the blame?
Enough, enough. I’ll bear the infamy this time—let me be the one to scold him!
She sprang up, and an invisible Danfurnace mist instantly enveloped Limuqun.
“Daoist Friend Li, you really are lively and adorable,”
a small, exquisitely carved little girl emerged from the Danfurnace mist, her expression displeased as she spoke to Limuqun.
“W-What do you want? I’m here to farm!”
Sensing something, Limuqun took a few steps back gripping his hoe tightly, his mud-splattered face full of fear and unease.
“Farming?” Luo Dan’er sneered coldly.
“Every day you’re either sick or have stomachaches. You’re a Foundation Establishment stage Magical Practitioner, yet your constitution must be worse than the troublemaking children down in the village.”
“Boys have those uncomfortable days too!”
Limuqun retorted stubbornly.
“You’re uncomfortable and still working!” Luo Dan’er unleashed a surge of pure spiritual energy, turning into an invisible Danfurnace mist that tightly bound Limuqun in place.
“Finally managing to work a bit, and you keep shirking and whining with your ghostly howling.”
“There’s an old human saying that fits you perfectly: Lazy men get more troubles in the field; lazy donkeys pee more in the trap.”
“You’re slandering my innocence out of thin air!” Limuqun blushed furiously as he struggled.
“I’m just combining work and rest. Do you even know labor laws? Five days, eight hours—do you? Is there no human rights in the cultivation world anymore?!”
“You’ve only been cultivating for a few years and you dare to talk to me about human rights?” Luo Dan’er lifted Limuqun with her small body.
Due to the height difference, she hovered in the air, stepping lightly on the wind, the contrast extremely striking.
“You’re a landlord, a slave owner, a capitalist, a vampire, and part of the Anti-Freezing Faction.”
Unable to break free, Limuqun resorted to verbal attacks.
“Blah blah blah what are you babbling about?”
Luo Dan’er grew annoyed and sent a pulse of spiritual energy that directly sealed Limuqun’s mouth.
“Mm, mmm mmm.”
No matter how much Limuqun wriggled, not a sound escaped.
“That’s better. Without that mouth, you’re actually a lot more pleasant to look at.”
Luo Dan’er slowly released him, instructing, “Remember to shovel all the manure in the Beast Pen this afternoon. I’ll check tonight—whatever’s left, you’ll eat today.”
Before leaving, she scowled fiercely at Limuqun.
“Mmm mmm mmm mmm!”
Freed, Limuqun cursed wildly at Luo Dan’er’s back, but every swearword was automatically muted.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,”
in the Sea of Consciousness, Zuo Qiuli laughed loudly, not hiding her ridicule.
“Great Cultivator Li, so you’ve come to this.”
“Heaven’s Cycle indeed, Heaven Pities None!”
Although Limuqun’s mouth was sealed, his divine sense could still communicate inside the Sea of Consciousness.
His divine sense transformed into a chibi figure and fired back at Zuo Qiuli:
“Show some respect, Zuo Immortal Fairy. If you keep gloating, I’ll make you fly!”
“Tch.” Zuo Qiuli curled her lips in disdain.
“You? A spineless member of the Cool-face Faction who switches sides for money?”
“I call it adapting to the situation!”
“Fine then, good luck, Shit-shoveling Youth.”
Struck in a sore spot, chibi Limuqun’s large cartoon head bulged with veins.
Alright, alright, so everyone’s bullying me now.
A clay figure has some pride; don’t think I’m easy to pinch.
He suppressed his anger, a sly smile appearing on his comically large face. “Zuo Qiuli, do you think I can’t handle Luo Dan’er, and can’t deal with you either?”
“What are you planning?”
Zuo Qiuli’s senses sharpened, feeling something amiss as she warned cautiously.
“I told you—I’m going to make you fly.”
Before she could finish speaking, Limuqun’s Sea of Consciousness suddenly burst with a fierce light—that unmistakable glow of the Immortal Foundation: Heaven Sees Me.
In fact, Limuqun had long suspected that although Zuo Qiuli coexisted symbiotically with him, she only stayed within the Sea of Consciousness, never venturing into any other part of his body.
Logically, even a soul-body would need a lot of spiritual power.
So why would she prefer residing in the Spirit-less Sea of Consciousness instead of the Immortal Foundation, where spiritual power was most abundant?
There was only one answer!
The Immortal Foundation: Heaven Sees Me must hold some secret that made Zuo Qiuli keep her distance!
He had been waiting for a chance to test it, and today was finally the right moment.
He summoned the Immortal Foundation’s full power.
“Fox girl, take my Spacium Beam!”
He shouted, and a flicker of unease flashed across Zuo Qiuli’s eyes as she tried to dodge.
But the orange-yellow light of the Immortal Foundation spread through the entire Sea of Consciousness, leaving no escape.
“Ah—”
A miserable scream echoed from the depths of the light.
Judging by the effect, Limuqun nodded in satisfaction and slightly eased the power.
Better not tickle my Sea of Consciousness pet to death.
But the next moment, the miserable scream gradually turned melodious and high-pitched, like crying mixed with joy, and even carried hints of excitement and satisfaction.
???
Why does that sound a little inappropriate for children?
Could Zuo Qiuli be an M?
He withdrew the Immortal Foundation light.
As the glow faded, the first thing in sight was a pair of dazzling, nearly soul-sucking erect Dao Fruits.
“You—do you have any decency? Why aren’t you wearing clothes?!”
Chibi Limuqun hurriedly covered his eyes, but his tiny hands only blocked half his vision, leaving the glaring Dao Fruits fully in view.
“You’re a—y-you pervert.”
“I’ll never forgive you.”
Zuo Qiuli slumped weakly in the Sea of Consciousness, her cheeks flushed, her whole body soft and powerless.
Her cyan eyes were already misty, and even her voice lost its usual crisp strength, becoming a helplessly coquettish murmur.
“Put on some clothes quickly. I didn’t see anything, okay?”
Glancing aside, Limuqun felt his divine sense falter and hurriedly withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness.
Outside the Sea of Consciousness, Limuqun swallowed a few times and forced down the wicked thoughts in his heart.
Calm down, Limuqun, calm down!
Restless in his heart, he decided to cultivate a few dozen acres of wasteland first to steady himself.
Just then, Luo Dan’er, who had just left, unexpectedly returned.
She pouted, her cherry lips puffed up as she said angrily:
“Limuqun, Mother Superior has emerged from seclusion and wants to see you.”
Finally, finally!
Limuqun dropped his hoe, cast a cleansing spell over himself to wash off the dirt, and boasted to Luo Dan’er, “Ancestor Dan’er, no, Dan’er, take me to see Master.”
“You—you!”
Luo Dan’er gritted her teeth, powerless to stop him. The deep resentment and fury in her eyes almost solidified into a tangible force.
She clenched her fists, her face flushed, and finally could only manage: “You’re the worst, meow!”