Chapter 11: 11 Properly Help the Young Master Build a Solid Foundation!

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The Cultivation Points provided by the Dragon Blood Rice and Dragon Bone Fragrant Leaf are increasing very slowly.

It is likely that as they are absorbed and digested, a little bit is added from time to time.

Up until now, they have only provided 5 Cultivation Points.

However.

It should be able to continue for a long time.

Ning Mu can feel a powerful warmth within his body that has not yet been fully dissolved.

Regarding Spirit Items like Dragon Blood Rice and Dragon Bone Fragrant Leaf, he has also pieced together a general idea from the fragmented words of Liu Xiaoya.

This stuff is equivalent to state-controlled supplies.

Only the Great Qi Imperial Court and the sects and factions with illustrious reputations in the pugilistic world have them planted.

The soil requirements for planting and growing these two items are extremely high; it is a type of land called Dragon Rhyme Spirit Field.

According to Liu Xiaoya's introduction, the yield per mu for Dragon Blood Rice and Dragon Bone Fragrant Leaf is very low; ordinary grain can produce at least three hundred catties per mu, and a bumper harvest can even reach four or five hundred catties.

But one mu of land can produce at most fifty catties of Dragon Blood Rice, and there is even less Dragon Bone Fragrant Leaf; this thing is similar to seasonal vegetables, it is seasonal.

Storage is very difficult; it can only be preserved in an extremely cold ice cellar.

And this production value is assuming there are no natural disasters.

If there is even the slightest drought or flood, the production value will plummet.

Even more difficult is the planting process.

Unlike ordinary crops, these types of Spirit Items are very difficult to tend to.

As for exactly how difficult, Liu Xiaoya cannot explain the reason why.

She is of the privileged class.

There are farmers specifically tasked with the planting.

And the total number of mu of Dragon Rhyme Spirit Field permitted by the Imperial Court for the entire Cangjian Villa.

Is merely a meager twenty mu.

Every year, at most, they can harvest about six hundred catties of Dragon Blood Rice and about four hundred catties of Dragon Bone Fragrant Leaf.

This is not even counting natural and man-made disasters.

Therefore, not every member of the Ye Family or Disciple of Cangjian Villa can use this stuff as their daily food.

Even for a legitimate daughter like Ye Yin, the supply is only ten catties every three months.

Mountain Dwelling Sword Tower.

Liu Qingmei stares nervously at the luxurious bed, which is crafted from golden nanmu, spread with various precious silks and satins, and filled with soft duck down.

The doctor hired by the villa is feeding medicinal pills to the unconscious Ye Bufan with the assistance of two maidservants.

The maidservants look nervous and are extremely cautious.

The doctor is focused.

And Liu Qingmei, while worried, finds her thoughts drifting away before she realizes it.

Outer Realm Heavenly Demon... Heavenly Silkworm Black Ice Silk... Xiuxiu-tihudan...

These products that do not belong to this world are clearly reflected in her mind, enhancing her strength.

And that boy from the stables, Ning Mu.

He is quite a handsome and outstanding young man.

It is just that he probably hasn't eaten well for a long time, so his figure is a bit thin...

"Hoo..."

Accompanied by the doctor rising and letting out a heavy breath.

Liu Qingmei immediately snaps back to reality.

What is she thinking about? Liu Qingmei knits her brows, her lips, red as cardamom, purse slightly, she discards the distracting thoughts in her mind, and hurriedly looks at the doctor with concern.

"How is this medicine?"

The doctor takes a towel from the maidservant to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then bows and reports: "Replying to the Madam, the medicinal power of this pill is vigorous; if used on an ordinary martial artist, it would indeed have the effect of reconstruction, but..."

Hearing the doctor say this.

Liu Qingmei immediately presses her hand down, then turns away with a grave expression, breathing with difficulty twice.

In all things, one fears hearing the word 'but' from a doctor's mouth.

After she calms her state of mind, she turns back and signals for the doctor to continue.

"But... the Villa Master's injuries were not caused by an ordinary person; the tyrannical degree of that Sucking Yang Demonic Art exceeds this old man's imagination, and the strength of that Demonic Path enchantress Yin Hongling is even higher than the Villa Master's. If this had happened to anyone else, I fear their life force would have been severed long ago. The Villa Master is relying entirely on precious pills and medicines to hold on until now. This pill can delay the Villa Master's injuries, and there is even a possibility of recovering his internal energy..."

"It is just that whether he can recover depends on the Villa Master himself!"

"Madam, let this old man speak the truth; when injuries reach this level, the influence of external forces is already negligible. Medicine can only treat externally; the key depends on whether the Villa Master's own will is strong enough!"

"If the Villa Master can hold on, this pill will be like charcoal in snowy weather."

"If he cannot hold on... even an immortal pill would be wasted!"

Hearing this, Liu Qingmei immediately understands.

Her eyes dim slightly.

Her husband's perseverance has always been astonishing, but this time... she does not know if he can hold on!

If he cannot hold on...

Liu Qingmei's heart skips a beat, and then for some reason, a figure suddenly appears in her mind.

That gentle and humble boy.

... The Binding Companion system seemed to be influencing Liu Qingmei unconsciously, causing the voice, appearance, and smiles of her Binding Companion, Ning Mu, to appear frequently in her mind.

【Notification: Liu Qingmei feels lonely and desolate inside, and she thought of you. Loyalty increased by 1%; current Loyalty is 6%!】

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Ning Mu, who was enjoying a comfortable medicinal bath in a barrel emitting swirling hot steam, was completely bewildered.

This works too? "Young Master, did this servant press too hard?"

At this moment.

The maid Chunzhi, who was standing outside the tub massaging Ning Mu's shoulders and constantly monitoring his state, saw his strange expression and hurriedly stopped, asking timidly.

Besides Chunzhi, there was also Xia Chan, who was busy adding hot water and medicinal herbs.

These two maids were specifically transferred by Liu Xiaoya from Wenshui Residence to serve Ning Mu personally.

They were both personal maids brought by Liu Qingmei from the Liu Family.

There were four sisters in total.

And what was even more surprising was that they were two sets of twin sisters.

Chunzhi and Xia Chan, Qiuxiang and Dongxue.

To make them easier to distinguish, Chunzhi usually wore her hair in a bun, while Xia Chan wore her hair in a bun with small braids over her shoulders.

Occasionally, they would also wear different outfits.

"You didn't press too hard; my heart aches for you."

Ning Mu smiled, his brows relaxing as he looked at Xia Chan, who was busy opposite him.

Xia Chan looked at him with curiosity, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Young Master, why does your heart ache?"

"You two are as beautiful as flowers and as delicate as jade, yet you serve me, a stable hand, with all your heart and strength. How could my heart not ache for you!"

Ning Mu said with a beaming smile.

His friendly attitude and slightly ambiguous tone immediately made the expressions of Chunzhi and Xia Chan freeze.

However.

Xia Chan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly dropped the gourd ladle in her hand, knelt nervously in front of the expensive purple sandalwood tub, bowed her head, and said with a trembling voice, "We servants have absolutely no intention of looking down on or neglecting the Young Master. The Young Master is the Madam's Personal Disciple, which makes you our master. We are as loyal to the Young Master as we are to the Madam; heaven and earth can bear witness to this heart!"

Compared to the sensitive and nervous Xia Chan.

Chunzhi blinked her eyes in a somewhat dazed and cute manner.

But seeing her sister kneel down, she subconsciously knelt on the ground as well, seemingly not yet understanding the source of her sister's nervousness.

However, after Xia Chan's words were spoken, she immediately realized something was wrong.

These past two days.

Not to mention in the Madam's courtyard, even throughout the entire Ye Fu, countless servants were discussing how Ning Mu, who was originally a stable servant, had suddenly transformed and joined the Madam's sect as a Personal Disciple.

It could be called flying onto a branch and turning into a phoenix.

Once belonging to the same slave status, they were now as different as clouds and mud.

Among these gossips, there was naturally no lack of jealousy, resentment, disparagement, neglect, and sour remarks.

But this was only done in private.

As personal maids to Madam Liu Qingmei, Chunzhi and Xia Chan naturally never participated in such talk and would even strictly stop it.

At this moment, Ning Mu's words fell into their ears, especially those of the quick-witted Xia Chan.

It clearly reminded her of the discussions among the servants.

She thought Ning Mu was using this to reprimand them.

After all, it was their first day serving him.

The two of them were so terrified that Ning Mu was also bewildered for a moment.

But he immediately realized that he had spoken without thinking, while Xia Chan had listened with intent.

It was meant to be a teasing, playful remark, but he hadn't expected the word "stable hand" to be the root of Xia Chan's nervousness.

Immediately.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly and say, "Xia Chan, Chunzhi, get up."

"I didn't mean it that way, Young Master."

"Get up!"

Seeing that the two remained motionless, their pale faces filled with anxiety.

Ning Mu subconsciously stood up to help them.

But it would have been better if he hadn't stood up.

As he stood, water splashed everywhere in the tub, and a flower petal, following his movement, happened to be level with the edge of the tub and stuck directly to the face of Xia Chan, who was kneeling outside.

Xia Chan raised her head.

Her gaze was perfectly level with his.

In those soft, beautiful eyes, shyness immediately flickered.

Her face turned from slightly pale to bright red in an instant, like a burning cloud.

In the prime of their youth.

Although they were of slave status, under Liu Qingmei's protection, the sisters had never had contact with any men.

Even though they were serving Ning Mu.

But at this moment, looking directly at each other like this was still a first.

As a young girl in her early teens, how could she not be shy?

(End of chapter)