“Level Three Red Turtle Eggs!”
Feng Yi exclaimed in astonishment.
“There are actually Level Three Red Turtle Eggs here!”
His eyes sparkled as he carefully cradled a red egg in his hands, his expression resembling that of a lovesick fool gazing upon a beautiful woman.
“What are Level Three Red Turtle Eggs?” The original host’s memories were gradually fading, and Song Liuhua was curious about what these things actually were.
Feng Yi excitedly explained: “Level Three Red Turtle meat is average in quality, but their eggs are rich in Spirit Power. These eggs possess yang attributes, making them extremely suitable for men to gently replenish their Spirit Power. If one is lucky, there’s a greater chance of advancing to the next level of strength.”
“However, Level Three Red Turtles are extremely rare, and their eggs are even scarcer. I never expected we’d actually come across them here.”
He carefully wiped the sand off the eggshell, grinning so widely that the dimples on his cheeks could have held wine.
Song Liuhua nodded calmly, retrieving a basket from her spatial bracelet and casually placing the Level Three Red Turtle Eggs inside.
Seeing that she hadn’t padded the basket with anything, Feng Yi stomped his feet anxiously. “Be careful… Madam, please be careful. Don’t break them. You should pad them with something.” He seemed ready to take off his own martial attire to line the basket.
Song Liuhua rolled her eyes and took out a bundle of golden silk grass from her spatial storage, tossing it to Feng Yi. He caught it and carefully lined the basket with the material.
Then, he meticulously wiped the fine sand off each Level Three Red Turtle Egg before gently placing them in the basket. His movements were slower than an elderly man crossing the road. Unable to bear watching, Song Liuhua turned away and ran off to dig in another sand patch.
With one scoop of her shovel, she uncovered another nest of red turtle eggs. The eggs, each the size of an adult man’s fist, were densely packed together – about forty or fifty of them forming a crimson mass that made her skin crawl.
Rubbing her arms, Song Liuhua twitched her mouth.
Didn’t Feng Yi say these things were rare?
Finding entire nests with one scoop – are you sure they’re rare?
Feng Yi counted twice – there were thirty red turtle eggs in this basket. Eating one gave a thirty percent chance of advancement. Thirty eggs could provide a modest power boost for all the Martial Spirit Masters in their team.
Once they became stronger, they would definitely repay in kind and deal with those who had oppressed them.
While Feng Yi was lost in his beautiful dreams, he heard Song Liuhua calling him again.
Carefully carrying the basket, he walked over. When he saw the crimson spread before him, he nearly jumped for joy, wanting to spin around in celebration.
“Madam, you are my goddess!” Feng Yi gazed at Song Liuhua with shining eyes, his face full of admiration.
Song Liuhua: Thanks, but no thanks.
Her fair toes could have dug an entire castle in the sand right then.
“You collect them, I’m going to play somewhere else.”
Song Liuhua left with mixed feelings.
She had just found a spot to sit down when she heard a crack, followed by a wet sensation on her bottom.
Song Liuhua froze, reaching back to touch the area. Her fingertips came away stained with light red, sticky liquid.
Brushing away the sand beneath her, she discovered familiar red eggshells clearly broken, with red liquid from inside the eggs spilled everywhere. Apparently, she had sat right on a pile of red turtle eggs and crushed one of them.
In the distance, Feng Yi was carefully collecting Level Three Red Turtle Eggs. Feeling guilty, Song Liuhua picked out the broken egg and buried it farther away and deeper in the sand.
Then she called out loudly: “Feng Yi—”
“Coming right away!”
Without even bothering to wipe off the sand, Feng Yi quickly gathered the last few red turtle eggs from the nest and came trotting over with the basket.
Once again failing to spot a nest of red turtle eggs, her scorching gaze remained, though the astonishment on his face had noticeably diminished.
As she went on to discover several more nests of red turtle eggs, the beach echoed with Song Liuhua’s calls for Feng Yi.
Picking up a pebble and tossing it casually, she heard a crisp crack—she knew she had hit another eggshell. By now, the initial novelty had worn off. No matter where she stepped, a quick scrape of her foot in the sand would reveal a nest of red turtle eggs. After circling nearly half the beach, she was weary and numb from the relentless discoveries.
“Feng Yi!!”
“Coming!”
Feng Yi was astonished that his egg-collecting speed couldn’t keep up with his mistress’s ability to find the red turtle eggs. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he decisively pulled out the spirit communication stone.
Feng Qing, Feng Shan, and Song Yuan were working together to haul a spirit net from the lake. Several massive green-shelled crabs leaped out of the water, spewing dense volleys of water spikes. Song Yuan’s Spirit Abode hadn’t fully recovered yet, and his cultivation was still stuck at the second tier, making him the weakest among them. He narrowly dodged one wave of attacks, but a strand of his hair was severed by a water spike.
Touching his bronze-colored face with lingering fear, he hissed strangely, “That was close… my handsome face almost got scarred.”
Feng Shan steadied his stance, his square face full of teasing. “A grown man fussing over his looks.”
Song Yuan gave him a profound glance. “You don’t understand. The peerless beauty of our Song family lineage depends on me to carry it on. If my face gets damaged and I can’t find a wife, our family’s fine looks would end with me.”
Feng Qing’s eyelid twitched as he looked at Song Yuan’s merely rugged face.
The mistress’s elder brother was uncommonly narcissistic.
If it came to handsomeness, how could Feng Qing not surpass him?
Feng Shan burst into laughter. “Both you and the mistress have fine features—you’ll surely find a wife.” In terms of delicacy, the mistress’s beauty was more refined, surpassing many noble ladies he had seen. Song Yuan, among ordinary folks, could be considered handsome, but he was no match for their young master.
Feng Shan mused privately about how exquisite a child born to the young master and the mistress would be.
After much effort, they finally pulled the net ashore, only to find it contained just one green-shelled crab and one green-shelled shrimp.
Feng Shan spat in disgust. “Damn! These shrimp and crabs are like they’ve gained spirits.” Only the first net had yielded a plentiful catch; each subsequent haul grew sparser.
These two were downright pitiful.
Song Yuan wasn’t slow either—after all that work, they’d only netted two.
Suddenly, Feng Qing’s brow furrowed as the spirit communication stone vibrated.
Feng Yi sneakily glanced around, ensuring no one from other clans had noticed him, then said, “Feng Qing, you come.”
Before Feng Qing could ask, the connection was cut.
He told Feng Shan, “The mistress wants me over there.”
Feng Shan looked into the distance and saw the mistress strolling the beach with her hands behind her back, kicking at the sand. He asked with a headache, “What does she want you for?”
Feng Qing shook his head.
Feng Shan waved him off in frustration. “Go on.”
He had no idea what the mistress was up to now. They had been at West River Ridge for days, and she hadn’t gathered a single wild vegetable or Spirit Plant—just wandered around. Though she’d been lucky enough to find quite a few treasures earlier, what could possibly be on this beach?
There probably weren’t even many shellfish. What could she possibly find by calling Feng Qing over?
Song Yuan never expected his younger sister to become like this after marriage. It was normal for her to be poor at Elixir Crafting and Artifact Crafting, but she didn’t even dig for wild vegetables anymore. Although she had luckily found some good things, this couldn’t go on forever.
However, in front of outsiders, he still had to defend his younger sister.
Seeing Feng Shan looking over, he said righteously, “My younger sister always has her reasons.”
Feng Shan: …
He had been worrying for nothing.