Cultivation Bug Fuyo

Spirit Earth

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves though and let's focus on the dirt, what's different about it?" She was excited but she calmed herself and pulled the conversation back on topic.

"Right, as I was saying. Spirit roots can absorb spiritual energy and create spirit stones but it looks like this dirt is similar in nature. I think it absorbs spirit energy and in return grew this powerful grass. I want to call it Spirit Earth. Imagine if we use this dirt to grow herbs or crops. Wouldn't they increase our cultivation by leaps and bounds?"

"This...is amazing. But we can't, it's not our land."

"Yeah, it's not our land yet. Did you forget that we are in the market of buying a farm? Tomorrow we will track down this lands owner and purchase it."

They got on the magic carpet and flew into the air; Fuyo looked over the large grassland. It was lit up like the fourth of July. The Spirit Earth spread in every direction, Fuyo estimated the land to cover more than 5000 acres or 20 square kilometers.

Its actual size he couldn't be sure.

They flew home and started cooking dinner. They mixed a few herbs from the bags and started boiling the water.

Fuyo looked to the corner and saw Pietra Fredda cowering there still, mumbling the same words over and over again. He seemed to be completely lost, he never went toilet, he never ate at all, and the only time he spoke was when he muttered nonsense.

"When was the last time he ate anything?" Fuyo asked Tuzai.

"Um, 13 years ago."

"13 Years ago! How is that possible?" Fuyo heard more unbelievable facts that were hard to digest.

"I don't know, I'm sure we will find out one day when are stronger. He's been crazy ever since he held the lifeless body of Kaguya in his arms. We've tried to pull him back but nothing worked, we even took him to see Kaguya's frozen body and tried to explain to him that she wasn't really dead but he just went even crazier. Nothing has worked."

Fuyo felt a bit sad about this, his mother is frozen, his grandfather doesn't even know he exist, his father ran away and he can't find him. It's quite a tragic story.

Knock, knock.

"Huh, who would visit at this hour of the night?"

Fuyo opened the door only to be greeted by a big fat Pigbee. "Eh, it's you."

"It's you? Waaah, is that anyone to greet your best friend?"

"Best friend? You tried to kill me!"

"That was only a misunderstanding, I didn't mean too. Ooh, what's the lovely smell? Is that herb soup?"

He quickly pushed Fuyo out of the way and flew over to the pot.

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Mum and dad kicked me out of home; they said a 19 year old boy should go out and get a job but I don't agree with them."

"Why is a 19 year old boy a friend with a 12 year old?"

"Why? Because, well... You are my only friend."

This single sentence would tug on Fuyo's heart strings if he had any. But that wasn't the case.

"So why did you come here?"

"To live of course, you have no parents so it's the perfect place to live."

"Tuzai, what do you think?"

Fatty stuck his finger into the boiling soup and then licked it off his finger. "Mmm..."

Seeing this Tuzai got angry "Get out!"

Boom!

She transformed and instantly extended her leg out, kicking him in the stomach so hard that he flew out the door and rolled over 100 meters away.

"Good riddens, tainting my soup with his greasy fingers."

Fuyo was quite surprised by the sudden development; she was indeed ruthless just like her name suggest.

5 minutes passed and they finally sat down and ate their soup. It was quite satisfying because the herbs were high quality.

Soon after there was another knocker at the door, "Grr, that little pig is back." Tuzai had a face of annoyance. "What!"

"Ah? Sorry, who are you?"

In front of the door was an old man, he wore garments covered in symbols, he had a white beard and almost looked like a divine being. Next to him was a little girl, they were both in fairy form.

"What, you don't recognize us?" He stroked his beard and raised his eyebrow.

"No, am I supposed to? I don't know any nobles."

"Ah, so it's true. You two aren't royalty; we had our doubts when we had our underlings follow you here and they told us this was your residence. I thought you might be laying low but that doesn't seem to be the case." He nodded his head as everything clicked.

"Fuyo, run!" She connected the dots, this old man must be here to claim their lives for lying about being nobles.

Fuyo also connected the dots, but he couldn't abandon Tuzai. He grabbed the earth profound sword and slashed towards the old man but it was like a bug trying to crush the Great Wall of China. He stopped the tip of the sword with his finger. It couldn't penetrate his skin at all.

"Calm down boy, don't be so rash. We're not here to claim your lives." The old was extremely intelligent so he deduced what they were thinking in an instant.

"T..Then why are you here?"

"Simple, I'm here to recruit you as a disciple."

"Disciple? Who are you?"

The old man waved his hand over his face, his image changed into the old rubbish man, then he waved it again and it turned into the old man who took their last piece of steak.

"It's you, thief!" Those were the first words that left Fuyo's mouth.

"You are calling me thief? That's like the pot calling the kettle black; you stole those two bags from my underlings."

"You are the bone relic pavilion master?"

"No, and yet you change the subject instead of apologizing? I had to reimburse them you know. But it's alright you can work it off, and that magic carpet. That was mine but you made it imprint, you will have to pay that back too."

Fuyo shook his head, there was no way he could pay it back at the moment but he was guessing the old man would make him to some ridiculously things to make the money back. He kind of expected this situation, either death or slavery. He felt a shiver crawling up his spine.

"So who are you?"

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