Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 145 - 145. Sneaking in the Night_1

Chapter 145: 145. Sneaking in the Night_1 Chapter 145: 145. Sneaking in the Night_1 The night was deep and silent.

The sky was like a piece of dark, heavy satin, the moon dim and invisible, veiled by thick, dense clouds.

Not a single star was embroidered upon the entire night sky; in this pitch-black midnight, even the mountain ranges in the distance were only shadows, and beneath one’s feet, it was hard to tell if it was mud or leaves…

Song Tan silently pushed open her room door.

Spiritual Energy wrapped around the old wooden door, striving to prevent the terrible creaking sound.

While in the Cultivation World, she had imagined countless times what modern life would be like, but never included using Spiritual Energy for such purposes.

But now… desperate times call for desperate measures.

After much difficulty exiting the main house’s door and seeing the locked iron gate, she could only muster her meager Spiritual Power, leap over two meters high to the top of the gate, and then successfully jump out of the courtyard.

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There was no helping it; her father had installed iron spikes and broken glass shards in the cement atop the one to two-meter-high courtyard walls to prevent theft.

She was indeed in the Qi Cultivation stage, but the Spiritual Energy in the village was thin; more than a month had passed, and she still hadn’t cultivated an indestructible body.

In martial arts novels, this would only amount to barely having internal energy.

Thinking about it was truly miserable; Song Tan usually didn’t like to dwell on it, else her heart would ach with each remembrance.

If her Spiritual Power hadn’t been so inadequate, why would she have snuck towards the back mountain like a thief in the middle of the night?

In the past, a flick of her fingers could cover the entire Yinmoon Peak with Spiritual Energy. Now, a flick only scattered a few beans-sized particles of Spiritual Energy.

It was precisely because of this that to ensure the healthy growth of the fruit trees worth over a hundred thousand, she could only switch places to practice at night.

There wasn’t enough Spiritual Energy, so she had to rely solely on nighttime cultivation to gather it.

Even the wild grass around her house grew vigorously and tenderly, with squirrels scraping a line along the wall every morning, all because of her own room’s cultivation efforts.

With silent footsteps, Song Tan bypassed the outside of the courtyard and made her way to the back mountain. The area around several beehives was quiet and still, but moving forward and parting a clump of bushes, a shadow darker than the night suddenly lifted its head—

“Shh!”

She lowered her voice, “Big King, go back to sleep, good boy.”

The big dog let out a low whine from its throat.

Big White, fuzzy with sleep, sensed some movement. Now open-mouthed, it let out a “gah”, only to be pinched by Song Tan’s hand on its flat goose beak, stuffing its head back under its wing:

“Go back to sleep.”

And indeed, it settled again.

Big King lay back down, but its eyes still firmly watched in Song Tan’s direction.

Song Tan continued on her way to the back mountain where the peach trees were planted, chose the central position, and sat down with her legs crossed.

Guiding the spirit, she focused and guarded her inner essence.

The sky was clear and the earth bright; all things thrived.

She slowly sank into a meditative state, and white mist visible to the naked eye began to swirl around her, blending perfectly into the blackness of the night in the Peach Forest, soon appearing as though it left no trace at all.

The chirping of insects around her suddenly intensified, dew formed in droves on the leaves, then “plop” soaked into the ground, making the leaves visibly more erect and vibrant.

The roots of the newly planted peach trees in the daylight quietly sprouted in the earth, breaking through their small layers of soil, and step by step, they firmly grabbed onto the surrounding new soil.

Even finer root hairs slowly emerged.

The soil served as a medium, various nutrients along with strands of Spiritual Energy traveled through the branches, and as if with a crisp clear ‘snap’, one tree had opened its leaf bud, unveiling its first tender green leaf.

The silent back mountain seemed to be lively without sound in this moment.

Big King, unbeknownst to her, had already come to Song Tan’s side and laid down slowly.

His huge body was like a tiger’s, sleek and smooth, with yellow fur that trembled slightly as if there was light quietly flowing over his coat.

In the darkness, it became even more majestic.

Big White seemed to sense something, and at that moment, with a “gah” he pulled his neck out from under his wing, and then, looking bewildered, he pattered his paws and ran toward the back mountain.

In the pigsty, several wild boars let out sleepy grunts, unanimously turning toward the direction of the Peach Forest and settling back to sleep…

From the direction of the Chestnut Forest, Sanbao the German Shepherd and Sibao the Mastiff let out prolonged howls, much like wolves.

They gazed into the pitch-black night at the distant mountain range shrouded in white mist, their paws also moved eagerly, but in the end, they whined and lay back down, dutifully guarding this piece of forest…

The next morning, early on.

Song Sancheng had just gotten up and stepped into the courtyard when he saw a row of local, ugly, grey-haired squirrels sitting on the wall, each staring at him and scurrying back and forth along the top.

Wow!

He jumped in surprise. Were there that many squirrels in the mountains this year? Every morning there was a big group of them, like rats holding a meeting.

“Wu Lan,” he called out loudly, “have you hidden our stuff well? Don’t let the squirrels cause any trouble.”

These squirrels were quite mischievous, eating and stealing anything they could, even now they were like magpies, digging up freshly sown seeds from the ground.

Song Sancheng was puzzled; in previous years, one would only occasionally see a bold one scamper along the wall.

But what about this year?

It was as if there was a long line of them at the front door every day.

But if they were really that numerous, he hadn’t noticed it in the back mountain before!

He was full of confusion.

Wu Lan had just come out of the house, and upon hearing him, she glanced casually and said, “What food could there be? Just a few old, dry corn cobs, let them steal if they want.”

Even if they were poor, they wouldn’t miss a few corn cobs, would they?

But she was also puzzled, looking at the beam under the storage shed, where a few corn cobs lay dry and untouched. Hadn’t the squirrels been interested in them for a few years now?

While they were talking, Seventh Uncle also came out from the side room, all smiles and a bit embarrassed:

“I slept in, slept in….”

He was wondering too. At his age, he shouldn’t be sleeping so soundly.

In the city, it was rare for him to get four hours of sleep a night, and he usually woke up around three or four in the morning.

But now, looking at the clock, it was already half past five, almost six!

He had slept at nine o’clock last night and hadn’t woken up once in between!

And looking at his wife, she too looked rosy and energetic…

Well, then!

The couple knew in their hearts: it must be the countryside air that was so nurturing. Coming back here was indeed the right choice.

Wu Lan had lived for most of her life, but this was the first time she had hired a chef, and she felt a bit embarrassed:

“Not late at all, usually we’re just getting ready to get up at this time.”

Seventh Uncle noticed her discomfort and headed towards the kitchen right away, “How many people are eating breakfast? I’ll start getting things ready now.”

While saying this, he laughed, “I’ve cooked at so many banquets over the years. Normally, I estimate the amount quite well. But I have never seen a time like yesterday where all the plates and bowls were licked clean.”

According to the village hospitality ideals, it’s better to have leftovers than empty plates.

If it wasn’t for everyone looking like they were five months pregnant with their bellies sticking out when they left, Seventh Uncle would have felt ashamed—

To host a meal and not have people eat their fill, that’s a huge discourtesy!