Chapter 2132: Harvest Farm's Miraculous Daily Life 03

Sunlight poured down.

The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the fresh scent of wild flowers, dispelling the night's stuffy heat.

Harvest Farm welcomed another morning.

This morning's work was planting tomatoes and radishes; the freshly turned soil was moist, and along the small path between the vegetable garden and flower bed, the magical seeds grew wildly, already reaching knee height, their leaves covered in star‑like fantastical spots.

After breakfast, Jin Chen stood by the warehouse door waiting for Lin Mian to fetch tools, admiring the hydrangeas in the flower bed, when his gaze shifted and he precisely fixed on the black cat clutching the flower bed fence.

The guardian spirit of the magical seeds.

The black cat had a graceful, slender build, somewhere between a cat and a leopard, its pupils a mysterious crystal‑like purple, and long whiskers.

It lay outside the fence, and the moment it locked eyes with Jin Chen it was startled, its fur bristling, and it turned and ran.

Good heavens!

The cat hadn't yet found a way to communicate with the farm owner, and Harvest Farm was first seized by a frightening‑looking great spirit!

Just about to speak in spirit language, Jin Chen: ……

What are you running for!

If he runs, I still have to chase him!

We must not let Jiang Ji successfully contract the guardian spirit.

"Jin Chen, where are you going?"

Lin Mian came out of the warehouse and saw Jin Chen preparing to sneak into the flower bed, and said with a hint of hesitation: "Are you going to pick flowers, or… are you just trying to slack off?"

Jin Chen was unexpectedly blamed, choked for a few seconds, and said: "I wasn't trying to slack off; you're wronging me."

How wronged I feel.

Lin Mian handed the wet seeds to Jin Chen, lowering his voice: "All right, sorry, we should go plant now."

"Mm, then Kun Kun will make me egg tarts at noon."

"……Alright then."

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Midsummer sunlight filtered through the fruit trees' branches, casting dappled shadows on the muddy ground.

Jiang Ji squatted under the apple tree, holding a completely black cat in his arms.

The black cat's tail flicked impatiently, but Jiang Ji pressed it firmly against the crook of his arm.

"How many times have I told you not to run around!" Jiang Ji poked the black cat's nose, his tone like scolding a child: "From now on, follow me obediently, and I'll take good care of you."

The black cat rolled its eyes and let out a "gurgling" protest from its throat.

The cat is utterly annoyed.

It's all your fault, you human!

"Ah Ji."

A sound came from behind the wooden fence; Qin Zong walked into the orchard carrying a bamboo basket.

The man's sturdy figure appeared in the blazing sun, his light‑brown eyes narrowing slightly as they swept over the black cat.

The black cat suddenly bristled, its purple pupils narrowing to slits, and it hissed a threat at him.

"Look how fierce it is!" Jiang Ji held the struggling black cat up to Qin Zong's face, sweat‑soaked strands sticking to his flushed cheeks: "Obviously when I picked it up it was covered in wounds, and after raising it for nearly two weeks it still won't get close to people…"

Qin Zong silently took the black cat.

When his palm touched the black cat's nape, the cat's pads slammed hard against the back of his hand, scratching him rudely.

You still dare to hold the cat! If it weren't for you, the cat wouldn't have mistaken a person!

"Feral cats can't be tamed." Qin Zong lowered his eyes, hiding the turmoil within, and shoved the black cat back into Jiang Ji's arms.

"But since you like it, keeping it is fine."

Jiang Ji: "Of course I want to keep it; it's amazing, it can help me precisely locate diseased spots on the fruit trees."

Jiang Ji held the black cat as he left the orchard, squatted in the cool shade of the old locust tree, and watched the neighboring old lady stuff dried rosemary into a clay pot.

The eighty‑year‑old's fingers were thin as vines, yet he precisely picked out a half‑withered leaf mixed among the herbs.

"Granny, I heard there's another farm on the opposite hill." Jiang Ji was curious, "But when I asked Grandpa, he wouldn't reveal more, acting all mysterious."

The black cat struggling in his arms calmed down and also tilted its head to look over.

"Harvest Farm…" the old lady suddenly said, her cloudy eyes gazing that way, "It's mysterious, yet it truly helps us a lot—people say the farm owner's dance can revive withered crops, and raising a blue flower can reattach a severed arm."

The black cat in Jiang Ji's arms suddenly stiffened.

Those tales that humans regard as legends are not so in the spirits' ears.

The Moonlit Prayer Dance is a ritual by which high elves communicate with nature spirits, and the Blue Shadow Flower has been extinct in the human world for over a hundred years.

"Is Granny talking about myths? How could that be?" Jiang Ji took the old man's words as nonsense, laughed out loud, and the black cat seized the chance to break free—only to have its path blocked by Qin Zong's foot quietly extended.

The old lady chuckled, revealing a toothless gum: "But the things in that farm are spiritual—even the cabbage smells better than what I grow myself!"

She suddenly fell silent, her age‑spotted fingers pointing behind Jiang Ji.

The black cat was crouched beside the rotting grapevine, its purple pupils glowing faintly in the shadow.

When Jiang Ji turned around, it non‑chalantly licked its paws.

"Look at this little clever sprite!" the old lady laughed, slapping her knee, "It might even be a spirit that slipped out of Harvest Farm."

Jiang Ji's smile faded a bit as he watched the black cat held in Qin Zong's arms.

Qin Zong noticed his mood, frowned, and said: "It's been days with no one coming to claim it, so it's ownerless."

"This cat's temperament is wild; I think we should first keep it confined for a few days."

"Meow!!!"

The black cat was so angry it hissed, but its wounds hadn't healed, and this man also had a strange cat‑catching ability…

No.

Compared to being stuck here, unable to fulfill Aunt Lin Yao's request, it would be better to go and be bullied by the great elf!

The black cat scratched the ground with its paws, deciding to try again tonight to make a trip to Harvest Farm.

Perhaps, out of consideration for being fellow elves, that great elf will give it a chance to explain.

Night.

Qin Zong prevented the black cat from escaping, even using thorns to block the cave entrance, making it hard for a human trapped inside to break free.

An hour later, the moon hung high.

The black cat nimbly slipped out of the hole that was holding him, its tail flicking disdainfully, the thorns utterly unable to tear its fur.

The black cat pondered things, turning to leave the orchard.

But after just a few steps, it bumped head-on into a glowing silver mass that, at first glance, resembled a white lion.

But the cat swore, no Lion would ever grow to look like that!

"Meow!"

Ling Gun Gun hastily swallowed the apple in its mouth, turned around and locked eyes with the black cat, "... Huh!"

"Meow—"

What a powerful aura!

The black cat jumped in fright, and before it could let out a sharper cry, Ling Gun Gun seized it in its mouth.

The black cat stood frozen, stiff as a board.

Ling Gun Gun dashed off with it in its mouth, its bounding silhouette brimming with excitement.

Heh.

Got it without any effort!

The guardian elf has been caught!

Take it back to exchange for an egg tart for the Host!