Chapter 680

Chapter 680: The Young Shoots Begin to Grow

In the one and a half months that followed, Lolan Hill mostly stayed in her courtyard. The seeds she had obtained from Aitexi before had been planted, but they still needed some time to develop. Currently, they had only grown to less than half a meter.

【Mos Red Cole Tree · Seedling】(Bronze Rank, Rare): A young sapling of the sacred tree of the Forest Elves that is still growing. It currently has some effect in improving the region, making the Mana within a hundred meters more stable and dense, increasing the chances of Extraordinary crops being born.

Every day, Lolan Hill would water this sapling and use the ability of Natural Sequence 4 · Creeper Wind Green Warbler to nurture and cultivate it, allowing it to grow healthier.

Additionally, after reaching Natural Sequence 4, she recalled many things from the past.

So it turns out that Dorothy was one of the Five Phoenixes back then. After returning to the Western Continent, she first joined the Mercury Dynasty, and later established the Magic Sequence and founded the Star Observation Secret Ritual Academy. Following this, Hong Chun also returned from the Western Continent to the Eastern Region, bringing back the Magic Sequence created by the witches and sages like Dorothy, thus founding the Xiangyu Sect.

Unfortunately, during the battle between the Verdant Empire and the Oz Country, Dorothy tragically died, and Su Qin became disheartened, returning to the Eastern Continent. With her support, the scattered regions of the Eastern Continent gradually unified, and finally, the House of Plantagenet was established.

In that tragedy, several witches of the Oz Country were severely wounded and later dispersed. Tides gradually withdrew from public life, occasionally visiting to stay in touch with a few familiar witches. Because of this event, the witches split into three factions: the Classical faction led by Selene, which consisted of those who survived and were passed down from the time of the Crimson Empire; the Middle Generation faction led by Tides, mostly witches born and raised during the Mercury Dynasty; and the Future Generation faction led by Night Mistress, consisting of witches who grew up in the new era after the fall of the Mercury Dynasty.

Witches who experienced similar environments and times tended to be closer together, as their worldviews and preferences were more alike.

She never thought that her past experiences were so numerous, even serving as a sage in Clancia.

Lolan Hill sat under the shade of a tree by a pond, recalling the past and feeling a mix of emotions and a sense of unreality.

Although this life was quite special, it was after all…

In her previous life, she was just an ordinary person and had never sat in such a high position.

She didn’t know how Pulman was governing the nation now, whether he had led it onto the right path. Although it wasn’t her own country, due to various relationships, she had developed considerable feelings for this nation and hoped it would become even better.

A faint sense of nostalgia flowed through her heart. Lolan Hill looked at the clear water in the pond, stretched her hand into it, feeling the cool water caress her fingers.

There was still a long way to go before returning to the Western Continent, so there was no need to rush. Moreover, looking at this land where familiarity and exoticism coexisted in the Eastern Region, brought a pleasant surprise.

By the way, it had been some time since she last visited Lacy. This witch, born in the late period of the Mercury Dynasty, did not join any faction and lived in seclusion. Her only hobby was making clothes. As she put it herself, watching a beautiful and eye-catching dress take shape in her hands gave her a wonderful feeling that her ideals were gradually becoming reality, which was a very happy thing.

The happier thing was that the dress was worn by someone more suitable.

For these reasons, Lacy had always asked disciples of her sect to help her collect materials to make splendid and practical clothes. Unfortunately, she often couldn’t bear to sell them, leading to a gradual lack of funds, slowly falling into poverty. Eventually, she could only make ordinary clothes and sell them in the market to sustain her livelihood.

Once, Lolan Hill asked her why she didn’t sell those extraordinary garments, and she replied:

“Beautiful clothes should be worn by someone suitable. If they’re not, it will make people feel strange and out of place. For me, it’s hard to bear, so I’d rather not sell them.”

“Then why are you willing to sell ordinary clothes?”

“Because making ordinary clothes doesn’t take much effort, I don’t mind, so I don’t feel sad or upset about it.”

“Then why don’t you go find materials yourself if you like making clothes so much?”

“Lacy, that’s wrong. Each profession should do what it’s supposed to do, and mixing them up isn’t good. If I went to find materials, it would waste a lot of time, deviating from my original intention. I just like making clothes, not running around all over the mountains, panting heavily, and getting my clothes dirty.”

“Really?” At the time, Lolan Hill didn’t believe it, because if she truly loved making clothes, she should

To endure these.

  ”This, uh, actually combat and long journeys can easily soil clothes, making them less beautiful. Little Lacy should understand this, right?”

  Well, witches indeed have all sorts of peculiar preferences. Lolan Hill could only sigh helplessly at that moment.

  Since entering Sequence 4 in the Natural Sequence, her cultivation speed had greatly slowed down. Although Lolan Hill was stronger and had more mana at the same sequence level, it also meant that advancing would take more time. It was like a larger cup; filling it took more time.

  Thus, she also wanted to go to the market area to see if there were any new materials for making potions.

  The West called it alchemy, while the East referred to it as elixir refinement. Although their functions were different, there were still many commonalities. During her spare time from cultivation, she was learning about these things.

  After making up her mind, Lolan Hill stood up from her kneeling position by the pool, shook off some minor dust from her skirt, and then walked out of the courtyard.

  Seeing the young lady stand up, one of the tangerine birds also flapped its wings and flew down from the treetop, circling around her.

  Seeing Dai Ju, the bird as big as a hen, wanting to perch on her head, Lolan Hill quickly raised her hand to shield her hair.

  ”Don’t stop there,” she said impatiently. These two little guys had been getting more and more presumptuous lately.

  ”Chirp chirp~” Dai Ju called out, puzzled. Just perching for a bit, what’s the big deal?

  Gentle breezes restrained the bird, encasing it in a small air dome. Lolan Hill stretched out her hand, holding Dai Ju on both sides, hugging it to prevent it from moving.

  Dai Ju struggled in the young lady’s arms but found itself no match for Lolan Hill’s strength. Unable to break free, it finally curled up into a ball and chirped.

  ”Good buddy, come save me, I’m caught,” the bird’s voice echoed in the courtyard.

  The blue-black crow perched on the treetop glanced at the foolish bird below and closed its eyes again, continuing its cultivation. It was a bird with ambition, aiming to catch up with the big guy’s standards and enter Sequence 4 as soon as possible, rather than doing such trivial things.

  Seeing that its good brother wasn’t paying attention, Dai Ju could only chirp weakly as it was carried by Lolan Hill towards the market area.

  (The chapter ends)