Chapter 120: Planting Spot

Mo Lie's eyebrow tip lightly lifted, his blue eyes reflected Lin Manzhi's figure not far away, hiding that hint of mockery, and he said calmly:

"I'm not busy."

Lin Manzhi: "…"

No, looking at the situation in the council hall, you don't seem like you're not busy.

Mo Lie looked at Lin Manzhi, his gaze deep blue, and said slowly: "I've been tending the Lettuce before, I won't cause you trouble. Zhi Zhi, could you not drive me away?"

Wait, it's a misunderstanding!

Lin Manzhi looked at the slightly aggrieved black‑haired man, quickly clarified: "It's not that I'm rejecting you for causing trouble; I was thinking about the unfinished business you had earlier. There are so many people left in the hall, so I wanted to ask if you want to go back and check."

Mo Lie, hearing that his words could be taken as concern for him, sealed the water pipe in his hand again, pulled off his Black Cloak, and with his long legs took a few steps forward.

A gentle smile lingered in his eyes, his gaze fixed on Lin Manzhi, and he said softly: "I knew it; in Zhi Zhi's heart, I'm always the most important one. Likewise, you, compared to those petty matters that require force, are thousands of times more precious."

As he spoke, the corner of his mouth lifted, "Leave the rough work of planting Lettuce to me; you just stand here and rest."

Lin Manzhi slowly blinked.

Oh dear, why did you suddenly say such cheesy words?

A look of not knowing how to respond appeared on her face; she let out a light cough, turned her head toward the wooden rack filled with water and said, "... that could work."

Mo Lie knew that the Lettuce was spawned by her; as long as she brings out some Lettuce seeds for cover, retrieves the Lettuce seedlings from the Spiritual Field in the space and brings them into reality, the Lettuce roots won't get the Spiritual Field's soil, making it no different from a supernatural spawn.

The Spiritual Spring water in the space can, after planting, be quietly poured into the water trough by pretending to check with one's fingers; that's enough.

She refocused on the matter and said, "You keep filling the water troughs on the rack, I'll first accelerate the Lettuce seedlings, and later we'll plant the seedlings into the water together."

Mo Lie: "Mm."

Lin Manzhi watched Mo Lie go to work, then moved to the side and began taking the Lettuce seedlings from the space onto the ground.

Having the experience of planting Lettuce in a greenhouse before, this time in this vegetable greenhouse, Lin Manzhi didn't experiment further, but prepared to fill all the water troughs in the greenhouse.

Twenty wooden racks, each with three rows of water troughs; the Lettuce seedlings are spaced a dozen centimeters apart. Even leaving aisles on each rack, it becomes a greenhouse capable of planting a huge quantity of Lettuce.

Lin Manzhi, while taking out Lettuce seedlings from the Spiritual Field, watched Mo Lie skillfully place the Lettuce into custom water troughs; the roots stayed out of the water, and the leaves just protruded from the wooden slats of the trough without tipping over.

While bringing out the Lettuce seedlings, Lin Manzhi would also pause to help Mo Lie plant the Lettuce into the water, and at the same time quietly add some Spiritual Water from the space into the troughs.

The two were busy all morning and only filled three racks; Lin Manzhi looked at the vast area and realized that even with Mo Lie's help, the two of them couldn't finish planting in a day.

So she pulled Mo Lie back to eat and rest, planning to return in the afternoon; as she walked she sighed, saying that the Lettuce at the first planting spot is an incredibly important matter, and it can't be handled by others, she must plant it herself slowly.

……

Night.

The change of leadership in Xicheng Qu of Kuangsha City reached the ears of the leaders of the other four districts; the four reacted differently, but none were overly shocked.

Here, whoever has the bigger fist is the boss.

The leader of East City tightened the armrest of his subordinate's seat: "Xiang Sa, those worthless brothers."

He sneered, the golden gem on the armrest brushed his palm, and as if hearing the news, he shouted to the man below: "Send someone to find out who the new leader of West City is; the rest can wait."

The leader's residence in Central District.

"Boss, Xiang Sa of Xicheng was defeated by a Beastfolk never heard of before."

While tallying his day's treasure haul, Jia Jian heard the subordinate's words, clapped his hands, straightened his back, and looked at the subordinate:

"Yo, such a big matter can't be known only by me. Go contact Fu Lin, tell him I delivered this big news to him; if he wants to thank your leader, have him share any information he receives about Xicheng Qu."

"Go." Jia Jian instructed with a false smile.

The subordinate, hearing the leader's order, twitched his mouth corner, thinking that doing this, trying to extract information about Xicheng's leader without effort, wouldn't make him a birdperson.

The subordinate wanted to speak but lacked the courage, turned and went to South City himself; the leader of Central District likes trading and has his own channels for buying and selling with the outside.

The other districts' precious treasures seized abroad mostly come to him for trade, so among the several leaders of Kuangsha City who are mortal enemies, Jia Jian maintains a relatively peaceful façade due to profit interests.

Jia Jian's confidant actually met the South City leader, relayed Jia Jian's words to the sullen Beastfolk, then lowered his head waiting for the superior's anger.

Fu Lin had long heard his subordinate's report; he wanted to ally with Central District, and while Xicheng Qu's chaotic forces were waning, seize the chance to annex Xicheng Qu.

He gave a dark glance at the person Jia Jian sent, his expression growing gloomier.

Heh, Jia Jian, that cowardly beast, sending subordinates to say this is just pre‑emptively stating he won't join the fight.

With the alliance now broken, Fu Lin gave a sinister smile, waved his hand at the Central District people, "Get lost."

The other three districts are not in his cooperation plan; the other two could never sit down to discuss cooperation—Hu Biao is arrogant, Tuo Zong is overbearing, both Beastfolk who won't listen to others.

Cooperation with them is impossible; if he leads people to seize Xicheng, he'll be back‑stabbed by the other two forces, and his South City might also change hands.

Facing this sudden opportunity, Fu Lin could only sigh, "How can Xicheng be missing as a rival; the other three factions are still…"

As for the North City leader Tuo Zong he mentioned, he queued early this morning and grabbed a "Living" elixir; after drinking, his entire Spirit Core's fatigue and heaviness were cleansed, feeling fresh.

Tuo Zong, feeling refreshed, led his subordinates to intercept a raid in the desert, completely unaware of Xicheng's leadership change.

By the time he returned with a large haul of spoils, two or three days had passed; Xicheng had already been reorganized by the new leader, and when he tried to send someone to inquire, even the dispatched person never returned.

Tuo Zong rubbed his chin and began muttering, "Damn, Xicheng is now much stricter than before, just like… just like…"