After eating and drinking his fill, Han Qiwu excused himself and left Grandma Zuo’s house. Upon returning ho, he headed straight to the storage compartnt and retrieved the materials needed for the sacrifice ritual involving the dry wooden bed.
For the special wood component, he opted again for osmanthus wood.
During an earlier conversation, he had already asked Grandma Zuo about her thoughts on the scent of osmanthus blossoms. She had a favorable impression, noting that every year she would collect so to make osmanthus cakes.
Holding the materials, Han Qiwu walked to the Yu Chao altar nearby, triggered the list, and tapped the "Sacrifice" button below.
[Activating the altar’s magic array requires 5,000 gold for each sacrifice. Proceed?]
"Yes."
Han Qiwu - 5,000 gold.
After paying, the previously dusty altar instantly lit up, becoming radiant. Three miniature items erged from the nest-shaped structure in the middle.
Among them, the dry wooden bed resembled sothing out of historical dramas—a dragon bed surrounded by tall panels. However, its carvings were simple and understated.
The inspection mirror was equally plain, resembling a copper mirror with a handle and symbolic engravings along the edges.
As for the chair Han Qiwu had been longing for, it looked sowhat like a beanbag chair—formless—though it glead a gold color!
Whatever you do, don’t refresh!
I worked so hard to get the gardenia hairpin!
Wait for !
After reluctantly casting one last look at the chair, Han Qiwu reached out and tapped on the dry wooden bed.
[Please place the offerings.]
Han Qiwu systematically placed the offerings onto the altar. For the giant-mouth bass among the offerings, he had specifically chosen a large one, hoping for better results.
Once all the offerings were successfully placed, the light emanating from the nest suddenly consolidated, engulfing the offerings inside.
Soon after, the radiance intensified and began to reshape.
Instinctively, Han Qiwu shielded his eyes.
It was too bright.
Seconds later, a 2-ter-by-1.5-ter long bed materialized in Han Qiwu’s courtyard, accompanied by a notification:
[Because the quality of your offerings was high, the dry wooden bed’s quality has been enhanced.]
[Dry Wooden Bed (Silver Star Quality)]
[Crafted by: Yu Chao Clan]
[Special Effect - Moisture Removal: Long-term use can alleviate symptoms of wind and moisture ailnts.]
[Special Effect - Pain Relief: While lying down, it can reduce the pain of wind and moisture ailnts.]
[Note: The effects of the dry wooden bed are long-lasting.]
It worked!
And it even ca with an added pain-relief effect.
What a lifesaver!
Han Qiwu was elated. He lay down on the dry wooden bed to test it out.
Perhaps because of the addition of osmanthus wood, as soon as he lay down, a faint fragrance of osmanthus perated his senses, imdiately easing his fatigue and making him feel drowsy.
"This bed works wonders," Han Qiwu nodded in satisfaction. Glancing at the blazing sun overhead, he promptly called a van driver to help transport the bed to Grandma Zuo’s ho.
On his way there, Han Qiwu stopped by a shop and picked up a mattress to lay over the bed.
About ten minutes later, Han Qiwu and the driver unloaded the dry wooden bed together. As they carried it, Han Qiwu shouted, "Grandma Zuo, please open the door."
After setting the bed down, the driver couldn’t help but complint, "This bed looks expensive—probably a five-figure deal, right? Buying it for your grandma? You’re a good kid, little brother."
"Ahem, it’s only right. It’s so hot today, I’ll toss in an extra ten bucks." Han Qiwu took out his phone and completed the paynt.
Soon enough, Grandma Zuo, holding a roll of thread in her hand, opened the door.
To Han Qiwu’s surprise, as soon as Grandma Zuo spotted the large bed at the doorstep, she turned around to close the door, grumbling, "Take it back to wherever it ca from! I don’t want it!"
"Don’t say that," Han Qiwu scrambled to block the door from closing, smiling awkwardly. "Grandma Zuo, don’t rush to a decision. I made this bed myself—it’s not store-bought."
"You made it? I don’t believe it. When did you learn such craftsmanship?" Zuo Yu showed no signs of budging, continuing to push the door shut.
Without saying a word, Han Qiwu picked up Grandma Zuo in a bear hug—walking stick and all—and carried her inside.
"Grandma Zuo, I’ll handle moving it in myself, so don’t worry!"
Zuo Yu: "???"
"Xiao Han, don’t bring that bed in!" Grandma Zuo hastily sat up and leaned on her walking stick, scurrying over to chase after Han Qiwu.
In the ti she hadn’t caught up, Han Qiwu had already lifted the dry wooden bed and placed it inside the house.
Thankfully, village hos were spacious enough to accommodate the large bed without issue.
Seeing that the bed was already inside, Grandma Zuo slowed down, propping herself on her walking stick as she inspected the bed, tapping its legs. She muttered in awe, "This wood is excellent—makes a clear sound. But take it away quickly; I refuse to sleep on it."
"Grandma Zuo, don’t be so quick to judge!" Han Qiwu lifted Grandma Zuo up and gently placed her onto the bed. "Grandma, try lying down and see if your legs still hurt!"
Grandma Zuo, who had been struggling to get back up, froze in surprise. She stared incredulously at her hands and feet, touched the dry wooden bed beneath her, and mumbled, "What’s going on? My legs don’t hurt as much now..."
"Grandma Zuo, this is a secret family craft passed down in my family. I can’t share the details, but trust , lying on this bed helps relieve wind and moisture pains. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? This craft is not ant to be public knowledge." Han Qiwu spoke mysteriously, knowing that it was best to say less when dealing with elders.
"Got it! You’re a feng shui master, aren’t you?" Grandma Zuo said with sudden realization. "I knew sothing was wrong when I kept getting aches from sleeping—must be bad feng shui. My courtyard’s layout hasn’t followed any proper guidelines since the old days. That must be the reason!"
Han Qiwu smiled cryptically, shaking his head.
That’s all your epiphany. I never said anything.
Grandma Zuo Yu bead knowingly.
I get it, I get it. No need to spill too much—so secrets are best kept hidden.
See? Communicating with elderly folks sotis doesn’t require overexplaining.
Running her fingers along the edge of the bed, Grandma Zuo asked with a hint of reluctance, "This bed really is incredible. Xiao Han, tell Grandma truthfully—how much does it cost? Grandma’s not short on money."
"This bed is really sothing I made myself. It’s not worth much," Han Qiwu waved dismissively. "How about you just give the cost of the wood—300 should do."
"Three hundred? This wood’s worth far more than that. Grandma appreciates your kindness, but think about it—you wouldn’t want to lose sleep worrying about freeloading off you, right? I wouldn’t feel good about it either," Zuo Yu said calmly as she stood up.
Han Qiwu sighed, nodding reluctantly.
"Wait here, and don’t follow , alright?" Grandma Zuo got off the bed, leaning on her walking stick as she headed toward the inner room.
A short while later, she returned holding a small box, smiling as she opened it.
Inside the box were a red envelope and an open paper carton. Inside the carton were several leaves sprinkled densely with glowing specks of light.
It was the sparkle of system magic.
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