Golden Rain

On Silver Sword Peak, when Liu Xiaoyu saw Chu Liang approaching with a smile, she had a premonition.

“Another blessing, right?”

“Thanks for your hard work.”

Liu Xiaoyu shook her head, finding him rather peculiar.

Chu Liang quickly entered the White Tower. Those black furry creatures were surprisingly fast; he had just chased some away and managed to kill about a dozen. The rest scattered and disappeared, and he didn’t bother searching for them.

Such little pests probably wouldn’t yield anything valuable, so he decided to return and check the quality first.

With the koi’s blessing, he pressed the character “Refine.”

Boom—

A flash of light, and a tiny white glow floated out.

[Berry Seed]:

Once planted, it grows golden-striped flowers and golden-striped berries. Consuming them replenishes vitality, detoxifies, and beautifies the skin.

“A seed?”

Since he had already obtained a spirit beast egg earlier, this tiny seed didn’t surprise Chu Liang much.

Still, he silently muttered a phrase to those black furry creatures in his heart.

According to martial world etiquette, if someone gives you a seed, you must say to them... “May good people live in peace.”

Chu Liang didn’t forget this courtesy.

After some thought, since there was nothing urgent, he decided to plant it first.

Heading out to a small hill, he found a flat patch of land and dug a hole to plant the seed. Though the seed didn’t require much space, a broader area was preferable. After all, there were still a dozen or so black furry creatures inside the White Tower. Perhaps this place would someday sprout into a large orchard.

However, he didn’t know how long it would take for the seed to sprout and bear fruit, so he went straight to the Alchemy Pavilion and bought a pack of herbal spirit powder.

This powder was commonly used on Mount Shu to catalyze spiritual plants and manage vegetation. It quickly replenished the spiritual energy needed for plant growth. One pack could catalyze the growth of a ten-year-old forest in a short time.

But this medicine only worked on flowers, grasses, trees, or ordinary spiritual plants. For rare materials requiring centuries to mature, favorable timing and location were necessary; no amount of powder could force them to grow.

Even so, this herbal spirit powder wasn’t cheap—one pack cost three sword coins.

Returning with the medicine, Chu Liang carefully sprinkled some powder onto the soil where he planted the seed and then watered it.

After that, he quietly waited.

Liu Xiaoyu found it strange and came over to ask, “Brother Chu Liang, what are you doing?”

“I’m waiting for the seed to sprout,” Chu Liang replied.

Curious, Liu Xiaoyu stayed to watch.

The two squatted there, tilting their heads, staring blankly at the bare soil.

The herb spirit powder was indeed effective. After just a short while, a tiny tender sprout broke through the earth, pink and delicate, very small.

Moreover, it continued growing visibly fast. In less than half an hour, it rapidly grew, sprouted tendrils, leaves, flowers, and then fruit...

Soon, a large, bright red, heavy fruit appeared on the slender stem and leaves, weighing down the veins almost to the ground.

“Wow...” Liu Xiaoyu exclaimed, “It actually blossomed and bore fruit.”

“Yes,” Chu Liang said happily. This was truly reaping great results from small beginnings.

He gently plucked the golden-striped berry, which was about the size of an infant’s fist, soft-skinned, and clearly full of juicy pulp inside. A golden stripe decorated its surface, faintly imbued with spiritual essence.

This was likely a beginner-level treasure of nature—more spiritual than ordinary fruit but less valuable than genuine spiritual plants.

After picking the fruit, the leaf veins drooped, and other flowers were fully blooming, indicating more fruit could be harvested.

“Not bad at all,” Chu Liang murmured.

This could be a sustainable venture.

With that thought, he bit into the fruit. Juices splattered, its taste refreshing and sweet, with excellent texture.

Whether the White Tower’s offerings were useful was another matter, but it was certainly delicious.

After eating a few mouthfuls, including the skin, Chu Liang wiped his hands. This thing could definitely be planted everywhere. Even just as a seasonal fruit on Silver Sword Peak, it was quite good.

Just as he was about to act, he looked down and saw Liu Xiaoyu squatting on the ground, looking up at him with eyes full of longing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Liu Xiaoyu blinked. “I want to eat it too.”

“For the first fruit, I’ll taste it for you first,” Chu Liang said calmly. “If you want more, we can plant more.”

He then resumed digging holes, refining the imprints left by the dozen black furry creatures, planting seeds in the soil, and sprinkling the herbal spirit powder over all of them.

He handed the watering can to Liu Xiaoyu.

“You want the fruit, right? Here’s your task: every day, you’re responsible for watering these golden-striped flowers. When they bear fruit, you get to eat them,” Chu Liang said.

“Okay!” Liu Xiaoyu nodded vigorously.

Soon, a vast area of golden-striped flowers sprouted, broke through the soil, grew leaves, and bore fruit, forming a small, radiant flower field.

“Wow...” Liu Xiaoyu asked, “Can I eat now?”

“Yes,” Chu Liang agreed, then reminded her, “Don’t forget to water them every day.”

“But what if I forget?” Liu Xiaoyu frowned.

“If you forget, there will be no good fruit to eat,” Chu Liang said solemnly.

After entrusting Liu Xiaoyu with the task, he prepared to leave.

No matter how tasty the golden-striped berry was, it was just fruit—offering little benefit to cultivation, so he didn’t need to worry too much.

As he left, he heard Liu Xiaoyu carrying the watering can, sighing softly, “I wish it would rain every day.”

Chu Liang chuckled and shook his head.

But before he reached his room, dark clouds suddenly gathered overhead. In the blink of an eye, a gentle rain began to fall.

He turned back astonished, looking at Liu Xiaoyu with disbelief.

On Mount Shu, clouds were rarely seen because the sea of clouds lay below, and spiritual energy steamed upward. Rain or snow was very rare.

Moreover, even if rain was normal, it wouldn’t form a cloud one second and rain the next so quickly. This was too sudden.

If this was the koi’s wish coming true so effectively, it was almost like magic—too absurd.

Still surprised, raindrops fell on him.

Suddenly, he felt a slight itch on his body—not uncomfortable, but a subtle sensation of spiritual energy seeping into his flesh.

This was...

He looked up at the rain, cupped his hand, and found the raindrops shimmering with a faint golden glow.

Golden rain?

As the water touched his palm, the gold shimmer quickly vanished, absorbed into his skin.

What was going on?

Uncertain, he hurriedly took Liu Xiaoyu to shelter under the eaves, avoiding getting drenched.

Soon, an aged voice echoed from Tongtian Peak, spreading across Mount Shu.

“The true dragon has nested on Mount Shu. From now on, dragon energy will often transform into rain. This rain contains dragon breath, nourishing the body and aiding cultivation. Disciples from all peaks need not panic.”

It seemed to be the voice of the Elder of the Alchemy Pavilion. Upon hearing this, Chu Liang understood the rare rain’s origin.

He almost thought it was Liu Xiaoyu’s wish that brought it.

Since it was a blessing, there was no need to avoid it in the future.

Wait...

Chu Liang looked up at the rainclouds, a hint of doubt appearing on his face.

Even if dragon energy rain was normal...

Why was this raincloud only covering the peak of Silver Sword Peak, raining solely on his mountain? Was that really normal?

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