Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Crimson Songstress

On the vast wilderness, the wind blew gently, and the emerald pastures undulated like waves, spreading endlessly towards the horizon. White grass tufts floated in the air with the breeze.

Lolan Hill, dressed in traditional Eastern long sleeves and undergarments, stood atop a hill. Her azure hair fluttered in the wind, while behind her stood a dozen or so beastfolk of various appearances, including Nia.

That night, the young lady had demonstrated her newly developed species, showcasing their superior traits and nutritional value. However, some shamans were still skeptical, as she was an outsider and too young to convince them fully. Today, Lolan Hill had come to demonstrate the planting methods and value of these new species.

“Miss Lolan, this pasture is directly managed by the Alliance. You may use it freely,” a shaman said respectfully.

“Have all preparations been made?” Lolan asked carefully.

“Yes, everyone within a twenty-mile radius has been dispersed. There are riders patrolling the perimeter to prevent others from approaching.”

“Good.” Lolan nodded, using the gentle breeze to perceive her surroundings, confirming what the shaman had said.

Looking at the clear blue sky, she felt a slight regret. That night, she had indeed been too impulsive.

Originally, she had just wanted to help Nia and resolve the plight of the Goat-Horned Clan. Now, however, she found herself addressing issues across the entire grassland. But since she had spoken, she would not go back on her word. Moreover, this did not conflict with her own principles.

She thought about the many debts she had accumulated. Texilam, Clancia, Vergha, and now the Gufya Grassland—how had she become relied upon by so many people? Even taking a break seemed impossible. When could she take a long vacation and live a carefree life?

After sorting out her thoughts, the young lady began to act.

Her fair fingers reached toward the sky, and the gentle breeze started to swirl around them, gradually growing larger, lifting her white dress and sleeves.

The light breeze gradually carried tiny sparks of fire, and a scorching aura enveloped everyone behind her, causing them to sweat and feel suffocated.

Then, a torrent of flames descended from the sky, turning the emerald pastures from green to yellow, then to withered and finally burning. The great fire advanced like ocean waves, sweeping from back to front until it reached the horizon, merging with the sky and earth.

At the distant end.

Everything in sight seemed to twist, with scorching waves and flames filling the entire earth. Black grass ashes drifted with the wind, turning the land into a pure black expanse, only dotted by wisps of smoke and raging fires.

The crowd behind Lolan Hill felt an indescribable fear. That peerless young lady, whose every move brought forth flames and destruction akin to a natural disaster, unstoppable within mere instants, had turned the land within twenty miles into scorched earth. She was once merely a beautiful and charming songstress, but now she possessed an inexplicable power. The admiration and desire in their hearts were awakened by this power, transforming into deep reverence through fear.

From ancient times, slash-and-burn farming has been practiced.

The burning flames not only provided nutrient-rich ash but also eliminated weeds and pests in the soil, a common method of cultivation in ancient times. However, it wasn’t without flaws; without vegetation cover, it easily led to soil erosion, and its fertility could only last one or two years.

But Lolan Hill had thought of all these. Her recent need to advance to the Nature Sequence was also because she needed to cultivate seeds suitable for the grasslands.

A strong wind swept across, drawing moisture from the river thirty miles away into a tornado, which then carried it into the sky.

The water vapor tornado reached above the pasture, spreading outwards. A gentle breeze wet the faces and sleeves of the crowd, moistening the scorched earth. Wisps of green smoke rose from the ground.

After the wind cooled the earth again, green pasture seeds were scattered into the air, dispersing with the wind, and delicately spread by the young lady with long green hair across every corner of the pasture.

Then, melodious flute music echoed from the grasslands. The young lady’s flute sound spread far and wide, with emerald butterflies formed by natural magic appearing around her and flying towards the endless wilderness under the sky. Tender new sprouts began to emerge from the black soil.

The melodious flute sound echoed throughout the surroundings.

With each piece played by the young lady, the new pasture grew taller by an inch, and the roots extended further into the ground. The lush green prairie reappeared before everyone’s eyes, as if by some magical spell from a fairy tale.

Green buds sprouted new branches, fresh pasture grew steadily taller, gradually submerging to knee-high, then rising to waist height.

The wind blew across the wilderness, creating a sea of emerald waves that spread until the end of the horizon.

The sun gradually set, casting purple-red evening glow across the sky, golden afterglow spreading over the earth. The lush green pasture swayed in the wind, with delicate and dense slender flowers blooming at the top.

Petals, crimson petals, shimmered under the glow of the sunset.

Thus it was enough. The young lady gazed at this bountiful scene bathed in the sunset and finally set down her long flute.

This newly grown pasture grass was a new variety carefully cultivated by Lolan Hill.

[“Xianhong Alfalfa” (Rating: Perfect Golden Grade): Does not require mana to grow and has no extraordinary abilities, but possesses strong adaptability, can withstand low temperatures and droughts. Its root system is deep, stabilizing soil and water, and it contains extremely rich nutrients and plant proteins, surpassing all vegetables. Its greatest advantage lies in its ability to fixate nitrogen in the air, making the land increasingly fertile. During the growing season, when water and soil are abundant, it can be harvested up to twelve times. Its superior characteristics make it extremely rare even without extraordinary effects. Additionally, after improvement, the flowers can be refined into natural red dye.]

Compared to other varieties on the prairie, the alfalfa brought by Lolan Hill was as different as heaven and earth. Its already excellent traits became even more prominent and dazzling after improvements.

On the emerald wilderness, several birds flew across the evening sky, chirping, then landed, curiously observing these new plants and flowers. Several shamans skilled in plant cultivation also plucked some of the grass, closing their eyes in concentration, carefully perceiving its nutritional value and various properties.

After a long while, these shamans reluctantly put down the plants, nodding in admiration.

The young lady with green hair turned around, her beautiful face reflecting the golden afterglow of the sunset, reappearing before the shamans and humanoids.

A heart filled with awe and admiration overwhelmed every corner, like a raging fire sweeping through the entire body and mind. They finally ceased to doubt, trembling and kneeling, paying homage to this goddess-like young lady.

Just as depicted in poetry:

Like the dawn’s light, radiant and unparalleled beauty.

She blesses the world with flames, heals everything with her songs and music.

Eralni, the legendary crimson songstress of ancient tales, descended from mythology to the mortal realm.

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