Chapter 114: The Outsider

There is a half‑person‑tall small mechanical puppet vegetable farmer selling for 20,000 gift coins, programmable for automatic sowing and harvesting; unfortunately, she has only earned 60,000 gift coins so far in the Mall within her space, still lacking 40,000.

The selling price of crops grown in the Spiritual Field is calculated based on growth time; a Lettuce sells for one gift coin per head, while the watermelon she planted last time can sell for five gift coins each.

But the watermelon isn't enough to eat when it's hot, so she's reluctant to sell it.

Therefore, Lin Manzhi still has to set a reminder for when the crops mature, work hard herself, and personally harvest the crops.

Fortunately, after two or three exhausting days of harvesting and selling vegetables, once she saved up 40,000 gift coins, she promptly spent the money to buy a puppet vegetable farmer, so she won't have to labor so much anymore.

One person's energy is truly limited; these past few days Lin Manzhi has spent her energy on farming and harvesting in the space, so she hasn't yet gone to Huang Cai to learn how to make potions.

She stayed here all day without stepping outside, while Mo Lie has actually been away from home frequently these past few days; however, when Mo Lie returns, he tells her about which districts of Xicheng have become his territory.

Lin Manzhi doesn't really understand which surrounding forces have submitted to her; each time she sees Mo Lie looking uninjured, she stops diverting her thoughts to consider it.

Now, for Lin Manzhi, the matter of harvesting in the Space Spirit field is resolved, so the matters in reality also need to be addressed.

The Lettuce contract signed with Su Li provides a quantity that the other party finds insufficient, and she also thinks the amount is too small.

At present, the market is huge; Su Li has repeatedly shown a craving for Lettuce, so it's time to increase the scale of Lettuce supply.

With more than ten days until the next Lettuce delivery, what Lin Manzhi needs to do now is quickly find a place to build a greenhouse; she can also tend the Lettuce here and teach Hua Zheng how to do it.

Then she will transplant the Lettuce seedlings cultivated in the Spiritual Field into reality, watering them daily with Spiritual Water Irrigation from the space.

In this way, aside from the faster maturation compared to the space, the Lettuce's quality should remain unchanged; she had already thought of this, and now just needs to implement it.

Additionally, she must find time each day to go to Huang Cai to learn how to refine potions, to test what medicinal effects the Cucumber and watermelon she hasn't yet produced might have… Hmm, when the time comes she can find a partner without fearing being ripped off.

The more Lin Manzhi thinks, the clearer her mind becomes; she wishes she could get up right now and make arrangements.

She tosses and turns in bed, unable to sleep, lifts her gaze from the window to the night outside, and doesn't know when Mo Lie will return today.

She wants to tell him about the Lettuce planting here.

—Meanwhile.

In the moonless night, an extremely thick scent of blood hung in the air; every door in the district was shut tight, no light leaked out, and the sounds of tearing and fighting rang through every street, looking terrifying and brutal.

Hua Zheng led a well‑trained squad, taking advantage of the street chaos; he didn't waste his strength lingering in battle, and charged straight into the Wind Erosion Gang in Xicheng Qu.

The trained Beastfolk no longer rely solely on brute force against enemies; instead, they operate in coordinated three‑person squads, adding defense to their attacks, which multiplies their strength.

A massive Flower Leopard led the charge, its eyes flashing ferociously; as it advanced, it lifted a paw to swipe a three‑meter‑tall raccoon blocking the way aside, its sharp claws stained with flesh, then retracted into its pads and kept running forward.

A sand fox that was about to block the path saw the scene, its beast eyes narrowed, and, terrified, it didn't dare to approach, clamping its tail and fleeing to the side.

Even though they were facing this group of relatively weak Beastfolk, Hua Zheng couldn't suppress his desire for credit; the ears on his head tilted slightly backward, showing his excitement.

Mo Lie stood atop the head of that Flower Leopard.

He, in a human form, stood among a pack of monsters—tall and long‑legged, his deep features appearing sharper in the darkness; regardless of the Flower Leopard's running and leaping, he remained calmly perched on top, causing people to subconsciously overlook him.

He lowered his gaze; his eyes, a deep blue like the far‑north ice sea, showed no emotion as his sight swept over Hua Zheng's fluffy ears that expressed his mood.

Mo Lie's expression remained blank as he raised a hand and lightly tapped Hua Zheng's beast ear.

Hua Zheng also knew speed was crucial, putting aside playful thoughts; the massive Flower Leopard quickened its pace and ran forward.

The remaining blood and flesh littered the ground behind, the lingering stench of blood, and the clamor of various Beastfolk fights.

Xicheng Qu hadn't seen such a tumultuous event in a long time; Xiang Sa's Wind Erosion Gang, since becoming the dominant force here five years ago, has, thanks to mutual support among brothers, crushed every Beastfolk who dared to challenge him into meat pies.

Xiang Sa heard the fighting sounds outside tonight; after watching the brawl in the arena, he cuddled a resting female for a moment, then was loudly awakened by his subordinates.

His first reaction was extreme anger; he left the gentle female, summoned a few junior leaders of the Wind Erosion Gang, rushed outward, and asked:

"Are you useless? You actually let them fight right up to the doorstep! Those wolf‑seven brats are occupying the major street corners—are they all dead? Why didn't anyone report it! I gave them those prime spots, and you're feeding blind wolves."

His barrage of angry roars silenced the men behind him; still, Xiang Zhuang spoke up: "Wolf‑seven hasn't paid protection fees these past few days; who's looking after them? What exactly happened?"

A night wind brought a chill; a Beastfolk behind cleared his throat and replied, "I just sent people to gather troops… they said… wolf‑seven and his group, the day before, had already submitted to someone else… also…"

"What!" Xiang Sa snapped abruptly.

Wolf‑seven is the most formidable of his subordinates; Xie Ya manages the water wells, Ban Fu runs the major profit shops—how could they dare submit to others!

"I've been busy snatching raw potions these past few days, and they actually dared to betray me! I'll crush them one by one into meat pies."

Xiang Sa glared fiercely, about to lift his foot again and stride outward.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette emerged from the long corridor of the palace ahead, and Xiang Sa's group turned their heads in unison to look forward.

"Roar!"

The ground trembled slightly, the raised dust not yet settled, and a massive Flower Leopard, as large as a small hill, led a regiment of orderly male beasts, appearing before the palace gate passage.

Xiang Sa didn't have time to think; instinct drove him and his subordinates to Beast Transform, and they realized the opposing Flower Leopard was unfamiliar, clearly a newcomer from outside.

Moreover, the opponent's size was not much different from his own proud Gray Elephant Beast Form.

His long trunk felt a bit stiff; the Flower Leopard's Beast Form was so large that it seemed far superior to his own growth.

Damn, no wonder that damned wolf‑seven group betrayed immediately!

There's no time to think about how to kill the traitors; Xiang Sa suppresses his inner rage and impulse, and in his eyes reflects the unfamiliar Flower Leopard opposite.