In the courtyard, the moon stars are sparse.

Approaching seven o'clock.

The night began to engulf the manor at the foot of the mountain.

The entire area of Spirit Manor was eerie, adding a few more layers of terror.

"Do you think my guess is correct? Maybe she's really the scarecrow on the Meat Field?"

Ning Zheng sat on the rocking chair in the courtyard, secretly typing a few messages, trying to learn their speaking techniques:

"So scary, fellow netizens, isn't she terrifying? (shiver.png)"

Ning Zheng found that his comments sparked a wave of popularity and discussion.

[Nightly Frenzied Cultivation Sixth Body]: "The blood-colored soft tiles really do look like a Meat Field, Blossoming Wealth, how did you guess this detail?"

[Thai Cool Spicy]"It's very possible. The spiritual root of the Blood Separation Flower, could it really be a separation of flesh and blood?"

...

Ning Zheng was very satisfied.

Feeling already integrated into it.

It wasn't that difficult!

He had even learned to flexibly use their emoji packs.

Now he had stolen dozens of emoji packs, every time they sent one, he would steal one.

He suddenly felt a great sense of achievement, like when he blended in as a person disguised as a ghost, mingling among the rampant monsters in the Spirit Manor, bonding with the neighbors.

Now, he felt he had infiltrated the Huaxia Classic of Mountains and Seas' group of monsters, painting himself with disguise colors.

Even though up until now.

He still couldn't confirm whether the beings on the other side of the screen were human or ghost.

Whether that former world had been infected by some kind of evil, as eerie as this Immortal Path world, with everyone displaying abnormal behavior daily with sinister laughs.

Anyway.

Ning Zheng always thought that relying solely on Jiucai Rong's management was not good enough. He needed to at least know how to control them, assign tasks, drive them to die... all valuable techniques to learn.

He needed to learn to understand them, figure out everything that would happen in twenty years.

To compensate for the twenty years he had lost.

But soon, he spent a few more minutes watching a black screen.

Everyone was even more excited.

Even after he told them the truth, why were they more delighted staring at the black screen interface?

One could tell by this scenario that it's a Demon Technique practice.

Which Demon Cultivator doesn't practice?

Ning Zheng himself practiced too.

Every day, he pricked frogs with needles, training the control of his weakening nerve toxins.

These four blacksmiths were simply the frogs of this demon. Poking with needles wasn't an issue, no big deal.

"They are startled, ultimately because they've been in this world for such a short time, their experiences are limited!"

Ning Zheng also realized.

Though the manor looked cheerful right now, the world outside was ultimately full of dangers.

Most times, the representation would be the itinerant Loose Cultivator merchant Zhang Huaping going through hardships.

What lay before them was an unprecedented era in the Immortal Path!

But what does an era mean?

The era in the eyes of mortals: peace under heaven, prosperity of the nation.

The era in the eyes of the Immortal Path: everyone studies and cultivates, everyone becomes a dragon, almost every ordinary family tries to support a scholar, beginning a generational transformation into cultivation families.

This illustrates the current spread of cultivation.

But as there are more cultivators, there naturally are more demon cultivators, killing and looting increases, with many graves found in various places, and ghosts lurking outside, making the wilderness extremely dangerous.

This era is the greatest in history for cultivators, but the greatest chaos for mortals.

In prosperity, common folk suffer; in downfall, common folk suffer.

Bottom-tier cultivators would not fare well, for they still belong to the ranks of mortals.

Today the manor has become an isolated Peach Blossom Spring, where they can comfortably eat earth and peacefully forge iron, without anyone to seize the mines.

Therefore, it would be best to recognize a couple more ancestors guarding the family's tomb outside, adding to the security of this Peach Blossom Spring.

"Work hard, blacksmiths, recognize a couple more."

Ning Zheng thought to himself, "So we can make the manor a little safer."

Checking the time.

It was almost seven o'clock, decisively logging off to have dinner.

He, working from home, finished his day's online work, stretched in the courtyard, entered the house, and opened the door to see Ning Jiaojiao and "Su Yuniang" busy working.

These days, he hadn't deliberately interacted with "Su Yuniang" much.

Just assumed she was a tenant.

Having seen many Embers, he treated her with a normal heart.

These Embers essentially had become natives, unable to return to her original world.

Moreover, the person took Ning Jiaojiao out to play every day, which was actually good.

Like a nanny for Ning Jiaojiao, just needed to give her a couple of Magic Coins occasionally in the name of tasks, truly an excellent and cheap labor force.

Meanwhile, they kept advancing their "strategy" of that bookstore, seeming to make solid progress.

"Come and eat, Sister Su Yuniang said we're having an unconventional New Year's Eve dinner tonight, celebrating the late years."

At the dining table, Ning Jiaojiao was very joyful.

"This afternoon, I made New Year's Eve dinner together with Sister Su Yuniang, Twin-Pigtail River Demon Baked Rice...."

"Sister poked her twin pigtail head into the River Demon's belly, and I grabbed her feet to pull her out, she went in, I pulled, tugging back and forth, successfully making rice grains evenly penetrate the River Demon's belly, while tenderizing the meat, and added lots of seasoning, it's super fragrant."

Ning Zheng felt thoroughly vivid.

About hygiene?

Ning Zheng didn't think about it.

Having seen many ghosts, he stayed calm; the neighbor's pork preparation process was more ridiculous.

Perhaps it's a cognitive defect, methods were always somewhat radical for non-human cooking.

Moreover, some cooked with hands, others with feet, what's wrong with using the aromatic twin pigtails for cooking, she took care of her wheat spike hair day by day, it's clean enough, no less than hands.

Not sure if it was an illusion.

This "Su Yuniang," in everything she did, seemed obsessed with her twin pigtails, her murder habits possibly tied to this.

Anyway, Ning Zheng didn't mind.

Weak ghosts didn't need to mind these.

Just slap them into a couple of corners to calm down, reflect well, think about their actions carefully.

"Let me slice this dish, highlighting its rich rice aroma."

Su Yuniang washed her hands, sang ceremoniously, "Remember you said home is the only castle, where rice scents flow, keep running~"

"...."

"The country song is the eternal support, come home, go back to the original beauty~~"

Sizzling!

"Happy New Year!!" She cut open the baked River Demon with a knife.

Vaguely felt a golden light emanating from the belly.

The aroma was rich, rolling out with misty smoke, it was almost the otherworld version of roasted suckling pig.

"This year came a few days later than last year." Though Ning Zheng led them to celebrate the late years, he still quipped.

Biting into it.

Rich, sweet, and flexible.

"Though the hull wasn't peeled, ultimately it's Spirit Rice, rich and sweet, even the husk has its own flavor."

Ning Zheng commented.

Finally, no need to work hard fishing, struggling for food; now with Magic Coins, Meat Field, Spirit Rice, life was abundant, enjoying diverse gourmet flavors.

Lights flickered.

Eating, chatting.

This year was the best since arriving in this world.

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