"This is called respect, you idiot who can't even manage a city. What do you know?"

Mo Huitou scoffed, but he actually quite liked this feeling.

During the Jiazi Era, this kind of thing was indeed not very popular.

Just like the tea they're drinking now, it wasn't popular at all.

They actually weren't used to drinking it at all...

But this didn't affect the fact that they were feeling quite good and liked it.

...

Yu Ziqing did not hastily send people to find Mo Huitou and Bai Shan for learning.

As for Bai Shan, he was fine, but Mo Huitou was a talent suitable for research. Having such a person teach is a bit wasteful.

So let them adapt first, then let them do whatever they want.

Yu Ziqing strolled leisurely to the southwest corner of Jinlan Mountain.

Feeding the magic plants, watering with spiritual liquid, then adding some sweet rain. After finishing, he watered Juice to see how it was doing and whether it needed stories and fertilizing.

After the last time of overfeeding, Yu Ziqing hadn't told stories for a long time.

He was having some thoughts again.

With the example of the Moon God before him, encountering changes in the Blood Sacrifice Seal made it impossible for him not to have ideas.

But he still hadn't figured out the essence of the Dadui Seal yet.

He didn't dare to mess around, causing big trouble would not be good.

Unlike the previous Moon God, who was almost like a blank slate, easy to draw and guide.

He didn't wish to end up harming Juice.

So he hesitated a bit and just told some nice little stories and applied some light fertilization.

Some faint golden starlight fell onto Juice, clearly improving its state a bit.

Yu Ziqing thought that he should be more comprehensive in storytelling for Juice in the future.

All sorts of seemingly insignificant little stories might just be the necessary trace elements.

Crucial for the healthy growth of Immortal Herbs.

Thinking it over, Yu Ziqing decided not to go anywhere and stayed there to tell stories.

No involvement with the Five Greats, nor with top mythical figures like the Moon God.

Just some low-power stories where the protagonists were mortals, or even completely among mortals.

The anomalies shown by Juice were increasing.

The Snake Willow beside stretched dozens of slender snake heads to listen curiously, arching its heads, writing with each head, and wrote a line.

"Big Brother likes it very much, feeling especially good."

Yu Ziqing gently touched Juice's leaves, clearly feeling a special sensation.

As if emotional fluctuations, adding some details.

And with these extras, it noticeably became more lively.

Yu Ziqing was most familiar with such fluctuations and pondered over it.

Be it ancient mythical stories or curious monster tales, the roots reflect people's inner thoughts.

The longing for a good life, fear of the unknown, and choices faced when encountering difficulties all show up.

Yu Ziqing recalled his past experiences and felt he had mastered the knack of nurturing Juice.

When Juice was an old stump, the stories were mainly about stories.

The mystical aspects were integrated into the stories and absorbed by Juice.

Thus Juice could slowly recover its vitality, gradually accumulating and shedding the old stump for a new life cycle.

The last time it overate was because he was too impatient.

Like dry and highly effective fertilizer being crammed in one go, choking Juice which couldn't digest it.

Now with a little harmless small stories, the effects seemed even better than the highest nutritional value fertilizer.

The essence of stories through time is still just the story.

Yu Ziqing stayed in the southwest corner for several days, feeding Juice until it was eighty percent full. No more fertilization was needed for a while.

After validating through a bunch of magic plants and having Snake Willow as a translator, Yu Ziqing had a new goal.

He thought that after providing Juice with Nine Heavens Breath Soil, he wouldn't need Five-Colored Soil.

Because legends had it, Nine Heavens Breath Soil downgraded to Five-Colored Soil, and Five-Colored Soil could fuse into Nine Heavens Breath Soil.

Though no one had ever succeeded in the latter.

Now here, adding Yellow Soil and Black Soil, magic plants were thriving, and Juice loved it.

Each type of Five-Colored Soil was different, with varying effects, growing different spirit plants.

Yu Ziqing planned to gather Five-Colored Soil for Juice.

According to current research, Five-colored Soil was categorized under spirit field soil.

Dean Nong, after working with a large number of samples, felt this was outsiders and record keepers speaking nonsense, and this was the exact quote.

Yu Ziqing agreed with this sentiment.

His Yellow Soil was obtained from the intestines of a giant shark demon, processed by the Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl to extract filth and toxins.

And the Black Soil was from an extremely peculiar place in the Abyss.

None of them were from normal soil excavation.

Yu Ziqing believed Five-Colored Soil must have its special aspects.

Considering past occurrences, where Immortal Herbs were categorized as spirit plants, seen as better versions of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Now categorizing Five-Colored Soil under spirit field soil.

Yu Ziqing felt déjà vu.

So Yu Ziqing thought, spirit field soil, Five-Colored Soil, Nine Heavens Breath Soil, are fundamentally unrelated things.

Yet people kept linking them together nonsense.

Yu Ziqing strolls leisurely from the west to the east of Jinlan Mountain.

Full of thoughts, like connecting Juice to the world of a dead seal.

Writing someday a book on "How to Kill an Undying Deity" for Juice as bedtime reading.

And... many many more...

The premise is to nurture Juice well and let it grow.

So, next, read some books, take references, and think about how to get the other three types of Five-Colored Soil.

If he wants to act, the most convenient way is through Lihuo Institute or Langya Institute.

And an even more convenient way is for those Southern Sea Deans to reach out to Lihuo Institute or Langya Institute.

This is legitimately for research, not siphoning off funds from the two institutes.

Yu Ziqing decisively entered the Seventh Floor ring, summoned Yang, and checked the first floor for any messages and if there were new things on the forum wall.

A moment later, Yang pokes in his head from outside the door, and upon seeing Yu Ziqing, he shouts.

"Busy! Don't bother me! Scram!"

After shouting, he immediately vanished.

Yu Ziqing stood dazed, mouth agape, murmuring in fear, not daring to say anything.

"It's been so long, how is he still so grumpy..."