The Divine Farmer Space?
A cheat ability?
Those two terms flashed through Lin Wan’s mind.
In her previous life, as a top assassin, she had occasionally read a few web novels to pass the time.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with this standard transmigration trope.
She just never imagined something so fantastical would actually happen to her.
“Master, don’t just stand there!”
The voice rang out again, sounding like an impatient little old man.
“Your brother’s temperature has already climbed to nearly forty degrees. If you don’t give him some Spirit Spring Water now, his brain is really going to be fried!”
Lin Wan instantly snapped back to her senses.
The killing intent she had been radiating eased slightly, though her eyes remained as sharp as an eagle’s.
“How do I draw the water? Scoop it up with my hands?”
She strode to the well and looked down.
The water was crystal clear, with a thin layer of white mist floating on the surface, releasing an irresistibly sweet fragrance.
This body was already severely dehydrated.
The moment Lin Wan smelled it, her throat felt as if it were on fire.
“Oh, my dear Master, just use your thoughts!”
The little old man’s voice carried a hint of pride.
“Inside this space, you’re the absolute ruler. Whatever you imagine can become reality.”
Her thoughts?
Lin Wan cautiously imagined a large, rough porcelain bowl.
Whoosh.
Ripples spread across the water’s surface.
The next moment, a bowl filled to the brim with well water appeared out of thin air on the edge of the well.
Even the rough texture of the bowl’s rim matched exactly what she had imagined.
“Interesting.”
Lin Wan raised an eyebrow.
This cheat ability was surprisingly useful.
She picked up the bowl but didn’t immediately take it outside for Lin Yulong.
An assassin’s caution was engraved into her bones.
She would never casually consume something with an unknown origin.
Even if it claimed to be a system caretaker.
She first smelled it to make sure there was no strange odor.
Then she dipped her little finger into the water and tasted a single drop.
Sip.
The instant the water entered her mouth, Lin Wan’s eyes widened.
There was none of the earthy taste she had expected.
Instead, it carried an indescribable sweetness that flowed smoothly down her throat.
A warm current immediately spread through her stomach.
It felt like drinking a steaming bowl of old hen soup in the middle of winter.
Warmth instantly spread through every limb.
Her legs, which had gone weak from blood loss and exhaustion, gradually regained their strength.
Most miraculous of all—
The throbbing pain from the wound on the back of her head, where she had struck the millstone, seemed to be soothed by an invisible gentle hand.
The pain was reduced by more than half.
“Excellent.”
Lin Wan’s eyes lit up.
This was practically a miraculous medicine.
With this Spirit Spring Water, Yulong would live.
“Of course!”
The little old man sounded even more pleased.
“This is a Spirit Spring nurtured by heaven and earth. Not only can it cure illnesses and strengthen the body…”
“But once the space is upgraded, watering crops with it…”
“Heh, the harvest will scare those country bumpkins half to death!”
Lin Wan had no time to listen to him brag about the future.
Saving a life came first.
She was about to leave with the bowl when her gaze landed on the simple thatched cottage nearby.
“What’s that house for? Are there fever medicines inside?”
“Master, that’s your personal storage house and your beginner’s gift pack.”
The little old man explained.
“Because you established your own independent household registration in the real world just now, you unlocked the ‘Self-Reliance’ achievement.”
“So your beginner’s gift has already been delivered.”
“There’s no fever medicine inside, though.”
“The Spirit Spring Water is more than enough. It’s better than any medicine.”
Lin Wan walked quickly to the cottage and pushed open the half-closed wooden door.
The room wasn’t large.
Its furnishings were extremely simple.
Against the wall stood a crudely crafted wooden shelf.
The bottom shelf held several empty bamboo baskets.
On the middle shelf lay three small cloth bags wrapped in red fabric.
“Those three bags are your beginner’s gifts.”
The little old man’s voice sounded again.
“The one on the left contains high-yield sweet potato seeds enhanced by the space. They’re drought-resistant, cold-resistant, and enough to keep you from starving.”
“The one in the middle contains basic medicinal herb seeds for anti-inflammatory and blood-clotting herbs. Plant them in this black soil, and they’ll mature in a single day.”
“As for the one on the right…”
The little old man deliberately paused.
“Why don’t you open it yourself?”
Without hesitation, Lin Wan picked up the heavier cloth bag on the right.
She untied the string and poured its contents into her palm.
Clink… clink…
Several gleaming pieces of silver rolled into her hand.
Lin Wan weighed them slightly.
About five taels.
To Night Shadow, the wealthy modern assassin she had once been, five taels wasn’t even worth bending down to pick up.
But in Great Xia, where prices were low…
One tael of silver could buy one hundred jin of coarse rice.
For Lin Wan and her brother, who had left home with absolutely nothing—
These five taels were a life-saving fortune.
They could buy food.
Clothing.
They could even repair that ruined temple enough to survive the coming winter.
“Heh. That’s surprisingly thoughtful.”
A satisfied smile appeared on Lin Wan’s lips.
She returned the silver to the cloth bag and tucked it into her sleeve.
With this first bit of capital, her first step toward establishing herself in this world was secure.
“All right.”
“I’ve accepted the gift.”
“After I save Yulong, I’ll come back and figure out how to use this land.”
Picking up the bowl of Spirit Spring Water again, Lin Wan took a deep breath.
“How do I leave?”
“Master, just think the word ‘Exit,’ and you’ll return to the real world.”
“But remember.”
“The number of times you can enter the space each day is limited.”
“With your current mental strength, you can enter and leave at most three times a day.”
“And each visit can’t exceed half an hour.”
Lin Wan nodded.
She understood.
“Exit.”
The familiar sensation of weightlessness returned.
The white mist…
The black soil…
The Spirit Spring Well…
They shattered like broken mirrors and disappeared in an instant.
Lin Wan suddenly opened her eyes.
The howling wind outside the ruined temple filled her ears once again.
The moldy smell and the stench of rat urine flooded her nose.
She was still sitting cross-legged on the ground.
The only difference was—
She now held a bowl of Spirit Spring Water in her hands.
The bowl emitted wisps of white mist, looking completely out of place inside the dark, dilapidated temple.
“Big Sister…”
“It’s so hot…”
“I’m burning…”
Lying on the pile of dry grass, Lin Yulong let out a painful groan.
His body curled up like a cooked shrimp.
The tattered jacket covering him had already been soaked through with sweat.
His teeth were still tightly clamped around the straw stem because of the convulsions caused by his fever.
Blood had begun to seep from the corners of his mouth.
Lin Wan’s heart tightened.
All traces of killing intent disappeared.
She carefully placed the bowl on a flat stone beside her.
Then she bent down and gently removed the straw from Lin Yulong’s mouth.
His lips were cracked like a drought-stricken riverbed.
“Be good, Yulong.”
“Open your mouth.”
“It’s time to drink some water.”
Her voice was unbelievably gentle.
Perhaps it was the gentlest she had ever spoken in both her lifetimes.
She lifted the bowl and brought it to his lips.
But in his half-conscious state, Lin Yulong couldn’t swallow.
The water simply flowed from the corners of his mouth and down his neck.
“No.”
“This won’t work.”
Sweat formed on Lin Wan’s forehead.
His breathing was becoming weaker and weaker.
If she couldn’t get the Spirit Spring Water into him now, even immortals wouldn’t be able to save him.
Without the slightest hesitation—
Lin Wan lifted the bowl and took a large mouthful herself.
Then she pinched Lin Yulong’s chin, forcing his mouth open slightly.
She lowered her head.
Lips to lips.
Little by little, she transferred the warm, sweet Spirit Spring Water from her mouth into his.
One mouthful.
Two mouthfuls.
Until she had fed him the entire bowl.
Afterward, Lin Wan wiped the remaining water from her lips with her sleeve and anxiously watched for any reaction.
One second.
Two seconds.
Was the Spirit Spring Water really as miraculous as that annoying caretaker claimed?
The ruined temple fell into complete silence.
Only the mournful wind slipping through the cracks in the walls could be heard.
Suddenly—
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Lin Yulong, who had been barely breathing moments ago, suddenly erupted into violent coughing.
His tightly shut eyelids trembled as though struggling to escape a nightmare.
With every cough, the unnatural purplish-red flush on his face visibly faded.
His breathing gradually changed from weak and frantic to slow and steady.
His fever had broken!
Lin Wan quickly touched his forehead.
It was still warm.
But the frightening heat had already subsided.
Tiny beads of sweat formed across his forehead.
It was a good sign.
The illness was leaving his body.
“Thank goodness…”
Lin Wan let out a long sigh.
Her entire body went limp as she collapsed beside the pile of dry grass.
This Spirit Spring Water was truly a miraculous medicine capable of bringing the dead back to life.
Looking at her brother’s peaceful sleeping face, the tension that had gripped her for days finally eased a little.
In this unfamiliar world—
She finally possessed a trump card that could save her life.
Grrr…
A loud rumbling echoed throughout the ruined temple.
Lin Wan rubbed her completely flat stomach.
Only then did she remember—
The original owner hadn’t eaten a single grain of rice since the previous night.
After such intense physical exertion and extreme mental strain, her stomach now felt as though it were on fire.
She was hungry.
Hungry to the very core of her being.
At that moment, Lin Yulong slowly opened his eyes.
Weakly looking at Lin Wan, he licked his now-moist lips.
“Big Sister…”
“I think I just had a dream.”
“I dreamed I drank sweet water.”
“It tasted so good.”
“It wasn’t a dream.”
Lin Wan gently rubbed his messy hair.
“You had a fever.”
“Your sister gave you some water.”
As if on cue, Lin Yulong’s stomach growled loudly as well.
His little face flushed with embarrassment as he lowered his head.
“Big Sister… I’m hungry.”
“But… we don’t have any food anymore.”
When they left the Lin family—
They had truly left with absolutely nothing.
Not even a single grain of rice.
“Silly boy.”
“As long as you’re with your sister, do you really think I’ll let you starve?”
Lin Wan stood up and brushed the dust from her clothes.
Her hand instinctively touched the five taels of silver hidden inside her sleeve.
Originally, she had planned to go into town and buy some food.
But the ruined temple was at least ten miles from town.
Traveling at night wasn’t safe.
Besides, Yulong’s weakened condition couldn’t handle such a journey.
Leaving him here alone worried her even more.
Who knew whether the village hooligans would take advantage of the situation?
As thoughts raced through her mind, Lin Wan’s gaze moved past the broken doorway of the temple toward the endless mountain beyond.
Wolong Mountain.
The villagers all claimed the mountain was filled with man-eating tigers.
Other than a few old hunters, nobody dared venture deep inside.
But to Lin Wan—
Who had once been a jungle warfare specialist—
This wasn’t a deadly mountain.
It was an inexhaustible natural pantry.
Evening had already fallen.
Darkness slowly crept across the sky.
Cold winds carried dead leaves swirling through the temple courtyard.
Lin Wan turned toward her younger brother, who had only just escaped death’s door.
“Yulong.”
“Stay here on the pile of straw and don’t wander off.”
Walking over to the altar, she picked up a sturdy wooden stick and weighed it in her hand.
“I’m going to get you some meat.”