Nanzhi didn't say a word, but the warmth in her eyes was unmistakable.
She suddenly rembered the winter plum blossom fruits, leaves, and flowers, as well as Xuan Yi's suitcases.
Nanzhi explained their benefits to him.
Without hesitation, Lin Weihao ate the fruits. A cold sensation spread through his stomach before he sensed his ntal power improving slightly.
Lin Weihao then began absorbing the wolf spars.
As for the suitcases, he reluctantly placed them in his space.
On the side, Nanzhi began using the jades to extend her ti in the space.
[System received Eight Immortals Imperial Jade. Ga Lobby Ti increased to 20 minutes.]
[System received Longevity Peach Tree Imperial Jade. Ga Lobby Ti increased to 15 minutes.]
[System received…]
After absorbing all the jades, Nanzhi's ti increased to a whopping 8 and a half hours!
[Welco to the Daily Dungeon!]
The Misty Land was shrouded in its usual thick fog, the damp air heavy with silence. Nanzhi moved carefully, a torch in one hand and a thick wooden branch in the other, scanning her surroundings.
Today, she was looking for honey.
Bees weren't easy to handle, but she had been prepared. Instead of rushing to find a hive, she first needed sothing crucial—a smoker. If she could calm the bees, harvesting honey would be much safer.
She moved through the mist, searching for the right materials. First, she needed a container. Her eyes landed on a dried-out tree stump with a hollowed center.
She searched for an obsidian stone and made a knife from it. Then, she used the obsidian knife to carefully carve the stump into a rough cylinder, leaving a small hole at the bottom for airflow.
Next, she gathered fuel—dry leaves, pine needles, and bits of rotten wood. These materials would smolder instead of burning, creating thick smoke. She also grabbed a handful of green leaves to control the burn and keep the smoke steady.
For the airflow system, she fashioned a small wooden lid with holes, tying it to the stump with vines so she could lift it easily. Then, she took a few long hollow reeds and poked them through the sides, making a crude spout. This would help her direct the smoke later.
Finally, she struck her flint, lighting the dry leaves inside. Slowly, thick gray smoke curled up from the spout. She waved her hand, testing it—perfect.
Now, it was ti to find the honey.
She moved deeper into the mist, listening carefully while leaving marks along the way. A soft, steady buzzing reached her ears. She followed the sound and soon found a large beehive hanging from an ancient, gnarled tree. The honeycomb shimred with golden nectar, bees swarming busily around it.
[Mist Gold Bees]
The Mist Gold Bees were smaller than typical honeybees, but their golden bodies glimred in the soft light, almost as if they were part of the mist itself.
Nanzhi lit a few more damp leaves and stuffed them into the smoker, ensuring the smoke stayed strong. Then, she carefully approached the hive, directing the smoke toward the bees. Slowly, their buzzing softened, their movents growing sluggish.
She wasted no ti. Climbing onto a sturdy branch, she used her knife to cut off a small piece of the hive. Warm honey dripped onto her fingers as she secured it in a bucket.
[Mist Gold Honey]
She wanted to relocate the beehive to the Safe Zone, but first, she needed to plant flowers.
The bees she had smoked out had scattered, but a few were already returning. Instead of disturbing them, she observed closely.
Bees always moved in patterns—if she followed them, they would lead her to another hive.
She moved cautiously, keeping her steps light. The Mist Gold Bees were fast, disappearing into the mist before reappearing like flickering fireflies. Nanzhi narrowed her eyes and tracked their movents, noting the direction they flew.
Deeper into the mist.
The land here was different. The damp earth beca firr, and the fog seed to shift unnaturally.
She had seen this place in the ga before.
Her heart pounded.
She quickened her pace, brushing aside thick vines as she followed the bees. The buzzing grew louder, but she wasn't just hearing bees anymore.
A faint, familiar outline erged from the mist.
A cottage.
Just like the one she had seen in the ga. The sa slanted roof, the sa ivy-covered walls, and the sa wooden door slightly ajar.
Nanzhi pushed open the wooden door cautiously. The hinges let out a faint creak, breaking the eerie silence inside. Dust floated in the dim light filtering through the cracked windows, and the air slled of damp wood, old parchnt, and sothing faintly herbal.
She scanned the small space, noting the sturdy wooden shelves lining the walls. So still held glass bottles, dried moldy herb with spider cobwebs, and what looked like rusted gardening tools. The table in the center was covered in a thick layer of dust.
This place had been abandoned for a long ti.
Her gaze landed on the stack of dark brown blocks near the fireplace. At first, she thought they were briquettes for burning, but sothing was off. The texture was rougher, and the scent was more earthy—like damp soil left to dry.
She crouched and brushed off the dust, revealing the compacted layers beneath.
Just then, a golden prompt appeared in front of her.
[3-star Ancient Bog Peat Discovered]
[Can be used as fuel for concocting. Stronger than wood, burns steadily with ntal energy, lasts longer, and enhances potion effects when used in refining.]
So it wasn't just dried bog—it was a fuel.
But it burns with ntal energy?
What does that an?
She tapped the block, feeling the compact weight of it. It had dried properly but had been sitting here for years, maybe longer. Would it still work?
Only one way to find out.
She glanced around the cottage again. If it had bio-artificer materials, then this place wasn't just an ordinary ho—it might have belonged to a bio-artificer.
Her heart raced.
If that was the case, she hadn't just found more honey.
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