Chapter 109: Imparting Knowledge

The agreed departure time between Fan Bei and Lin Xiaolu was set for 8 a.m. two days later, with their meeting point at the Tenacious Stone Trading Association. The caravan they were escorting would also gather there, after which they would cross mountains and valleys to find the best route into the mountains.

After some thought, he decided to activate the system space.

In truth, this should have been activated long ago, but it hadn’t been significant for him since his Illusory White Book already had a storage limit of one ton.

However, this time, Daba might need to travel back and forth regularly, and without system space, it would be much more troublesome.

He opened the system manufacturing page and then had the sudden thought to “activate system space.”

“Consuming one million points of spiritual energy is required to activate this option,” the system prompted.

He checked his reserves—still over six million. There hadn’t been any significant gains recently; the retreat of the evil tide had indeed caused a considerable impact.

He chose to proceed, and the system confirmed:

“System space activated. Currently, one cubic meter is open. Each additional cubic meter will require one million points of spiritual energy.”

Then he began maintaining the three existing hosts. Maintaining Daba was easy since he hadn’t practiced much spiritual cultivation.

The other two, Lang Sheng and Lin Zhongqing, required notifying their system intelligence first, so their hosts could suppress their spiritual power.

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In the living room, Daba was carrying a water bottle in his mouth, watering the orchid pot in the evening.

“Water less; the weather’s turning cold, evaporation is insufficient, and too much water will rot the roots,” the orchid nagged.

“How finicky! Isn’t drinking more water better?” Daba grumbled, then ran back to the bathroom to pour out the remaining water.

After watering, he planned to sneak out to play in the doggy amusement park.

But the orchid didn’t let him off: “Come back. I’m a bit stuffy staying cooped up in this room and want to go out and sunbathe. If you’re going out, take me with you.”

“It’s already dark outside; where’s the sun? Open your eyes and look at the time,” Daba replied impatiently.

The clock in the living room showed it was already 7 p.m.

“Then tomorrow at 9 a.m.,” the orchid relented. It didn’t dare truly anger the dog.

After staying here these days, it had realized the hierarchy in this home: the man was number one, the dog was second, the iron ball was third, and it could only come last.

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Daba crouched at the door, about to push it open, when the orchid’s voice rang out again.

“Come back, doggy, I have a question for you,” the voice was unmistakably the kind girl from the poplar tree, Yang Yang’s tone.

“Are you done yet?” Daba grumbled, suddenly turning back and circling the orchid. “Wait, why did your voice suddenly change?”

“Because I’m Yang Yang; just now, it was Lan Lan speaking,” the kind girl answered. “By the way, our names are written distinctly; don’t get them mixed up…”

The orchid’s dozens of slender leaves wriggled, intertwining to form two names.

Such meticulous and terrifying control—if Lin Qingruo from the Underworld saw this, he would surely understand his death was not unjust.

“Uh, an orchid cluster can have two people? I need to ask Xiaobai about this,” Daba exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared before retreating to his room and pulling out the iron ball.

Since his master asked him to care for the orchid, he couldn’t ignore this change, but since he didn’t understand, naturally, he turned to the clever Xiaobai.

After being reluctantly summoned, the iron ball listened to Daba’s confusion, glanced at the orchid leaves, and replied impatiently, “Are you stupid? I told you to read more, but you never do. Don’t you know orchids propagate through rhizomes? Obviously, this is one that has generated two— the new one is called Yang Yang, and the original is Lan Lan.”

“Very logical names. Who made you so lazy that you never take it out to sunbathe? Sigh, being a plant is inconvenient. I’m better off as a ball.”

“Ah, will it keep multiplying?” Daba scratched his head anxiously.

“Definitely. Soon it’ll have a whole litter. You’re in for it. I’m busy now; don’t bother me if there’s nothing important,” the iron ball said before rolling back into Daba’s bedroom.

Daba was very troubled. Taking care of one was already exhausting; now he had to handle a whole bunch?

He hadn’t even cared for his own puppies yet but was already tending to others’.

“Doggy, don’t worry. I’m much stronger than Lan Lan; I can take care of myself,” Yang Yang kindly reassured.

Daba scoffed, “I don’t believe it. You’re just a plant that can’t move. Unless you can water yourself, I won’t believe it.”

“I can. It’s very simple.”

Then Daba watched in horror as the leaves forming the names returned to normal. Some orchid leaves rapidly shortened while others stretched out, weaving an impenetrable net that extended all the way to the bathroom.

He chased after it and saw two leaves, more agile than his paws, directly twisting the faucet and using the net to catch water.

Then the leaves shortened again, pulling the net back.

“Stop watering; I just said that,” Lan Lan suddenly interrupted.

“I’m just demonstrating to the doggy,” Yang Yang explained, pouring the water from the net back into the bathroom.

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“You’re so good! You’re much better than that one before,” Daba praised repeatedly. This made things much easier.

“By the way, the question I wanted to ask was, do you know what a good person is and what a bad person is?” Yang Yang asked seriously.

“That’s simple,” Daba said matter-of-factly. “Anyone who hurts the master is a bad person, anyone who helps the master is a good person, and those who don’t affect the master are neither good nor bad.”

“Oh, I see. Then I guess I haven’t done anything wrong before,” Yang Yang said happily.

“Yes, you’re smart—just a little less than me. From now on, take care of yourself. Tomorrow at 9 a.m., open the door yourself, go out to sunbathe, and come back on your own. If anyone stops you, just say my name, Daba,” he said proudly.

“Okay,” Yang Yang agreed.

Daba wagged his tail triumphantly and left the living room.

The next day, when Fan Bei called out for Daba as usual and went out for morning exercise, he froze on the spot when he saw the orchid pot walking by itself.

“Master, this is all thanks to me,” Daba quickly bragged. “This orchid has become stronger—one has become two. I taught the new one to take care of itself.”

“Good. Since it’s so smart, I’ll teach it a cultivation technique I have,” Fan Bei said, calming down with a sparkle in his eyes.

He wanted to strengthen the forces around him, and this orchid looked very worthy of nurturing.

He diligently practiced the Heavenly King Jade Control Technique and fully understood what the precise control skills just demonstrated meant. It signified that the orchid’s spiritual power was innately delicate and capable of meticulous manipulation.

“Thank you. You really are a good person,” Yang Yang said excitedly. She had never learned any systematic cultivation techniques, relying entirely on wild methods.

“Your voice changed? So, one became two,” Fan Bei said without much surprise. He naturally knew how orchids propagated. “Remember this well, but don’t let outsiders know.”

“Understood.”

Fan Bei immediately taught her the first two chapters of the Divine Herbal Scripture. He had no time to study this technique himself, so it was perfect to pass on.

As for the rest, he would wait until he learned the “Mind Link” skill and the orchid recognized him as the master before teaching further.

These two chapters served as an investment to improve their bond. This was a cultivation method worth five million points of spiritual energy; ordinary people had no chance to learn it. Once she grasped the basics, she would realize its true value.

He had no idea that, due to a series of misunderstandings, his favorability with her was already very high.