Chapter 9 Developing New Uses for Supernatural Abilities
Chapter 9 Developing New Uses for Supernatural Abilities
The next morning, Shan Qiyu went to the fields, while the three siblings each carried a small basket and walked together towards the back mountain.
The morning mist completely enveloped the village, and the mountain air was exceptionally fresh and crisp. Birds chirped and insects hummed, creating an inexplicable sense of tranquility.
Having been here for so long, Meng Fuqing discovered that Mengjia Village should be located in the northern part of Dayan. It had only been more than half a month since the Double Ninth Festival, and frost had already fallen in the mountains, making it difficult to find edible wild vegetables.
However, she did not come to pick wild vegetables. The lush wilderness was Meng Fuqing's favorite place. In the past, she could hide her presence in such places and would not be easily discovered by those who were chasing her.
This is an ancient place untouched by pollution. Under the influence of wood-based energy, her body and all five senses felt comfortable.
When she reached a small hill, Meng Ranran spotted a purslane plant that had already produced seeds, and she immediately began to dig it up.
Meng Ali held the dark purple nightshade fruit she had just found in her hand, ate one herself, and shared some with her eldest and second eldest sisters.
Meng Fuqing withdrew his gaze from the distance, shook his head to indicate that he would not eat, and said to Meng Ranran, "I'm going to the mountains to see if I can gather any herbs. You all stay here and don't go in."
The original owner was a diligent person with her own ideas. She had once gone to the town's pharmacy to learn about some easy-to-identify and easy-to-process herbs from the young pharmacist. She went into the mountains frequently and could bring some back each time. After simply drying them, she would sell them to the town's pharmacy to earn a living.
This gave her an excuse to go into the mountains.
"sister······"
Meng Fuqing raised her hand to signal her to stop, "I know my body well. If I'm not feeling well, I'll come back. Don't worry."
Meng Ranran shook her head. "Sister, take me into the mountains. I can help you."
She can climb trees to steal bird eggs, or go down to the river to catch fish; there's nothing she can't do.
“I want to go too!” Meng Ali raised her little hand and said.
Meng Fuqing said to the two of them, "Next time, stay here and behave."
After saying that, she turned and left.
The mountain path was difficult to traverse, but it was a piece of cake for Meng Fuqing. She tossed the empty basket she was carrying into her spatial storage, and, abandoning her frail and sickly appearance in front of outsiders, sped along the mountain trail.
As the level of a superpowered individual increases, their physical abilities also improve. With assassins as sparring partners, her superpower level has already reached the top level in the post-apocalyptic world, making even a small mountain path a piece of cake.
After walking deep enough and seeing no obvious signs of human activity on the ground, Meng Fuqing plunged into the forest.
The deep mountains have not yet been ravaged by drought and still have a large number of plants.
He stood still in an open space, closed his eyes, and activated his supernatural power. Vines sprouted from his fingertips and quickly disappeared into the grass.
She quickly opened her eyes, and some of the elongated vines shrank to the point of disappearing from her fingertips in the blink of an eye, with only three not immediately retracting.
The two tendrils were a little slower, and when they returned to Meng Fuqing's side, they were wrapped around the necks of two adult gray-brown rabbits. The rabbits had already been strangled by the tendrils and were no longer alive.
The last one remained unmoved.
Meng Fuqing skillfully tossed the two rabbits into the space and slowly walked along the last vine.
After walking about four or five hundred meters, she came to a place overgrown with bushes. She pushed aside the bushes and went inside. There was a slope, and the sharp tips of vines were tied to a plant on the slope—a ginseng.
She took out tools from her spatial storage and carefully dug out the ginseng. The ginseng was probably over thirty years old, which should be enough for the current situation.
The first time, one must give the family some time to adjust, so Meng Fuqing knew when to stop.
She picked up some common herbs around her, washed her hands with a bottle of mineral water, took out pork jerky from her spatial storage, and ate it as she walked back along the same path.
She's been eating alone quite a bit these past few days, and she does it with a perfectly justified attitude.
The three women, including Shan Qiyu, treated her very well—or rather, they treated their daughter or sister very well. She benefited from this and would try to make her family's life better in her own way, but she did not intend to completely expose her secret.
In ancient times, being an outcast was not a good thing; she had the experience of being universally reviled. If she ended up like that again, she would have wasted her second life.
Back at the foot of the mountain, Meng Fuqing carried a rabbit in each hand and a basket of herbs on his back. From afar, he could hear the child crying.
As they walked closer, they saw several village children shouting something at the siblings.
She walked behind a big tree to see how the two children would handle the situation.
"Waaaaaahh ...
At this moment, Meng Ali's eyes were filled with tears, her little face was wrinkled, and she was clenching her tiny fists, trying her best to look fierce.
To outsiders, he was just a skinny little man, with no intimidating presence whatsoever.
Then came Meng Ranran's voice, "If you dare to steal my things again, my father will come to your house in the middle of the night! Don't forget, my father's seventh day after his death is not over yet."
Upon hearing this, Meng Fuqing couldn't help but smile.
The crying and laughing suddenly stopped, and the surrounding area fell silent.
A howling mountain wind swept by, sending a chill down one's spine.
After a moment, the boy who was leading the group rolled his eyes and said, "...Meng Ranran, even if your father comes out, shouldn't he go to your own home? Doesn't he love beating you the most?"
The children who had been confronting the siblings burst into laughter, instantly dispelling the previous silence.
Upon hearing this, Meng Ranran's fighting spirit instantly halved. Her eyes turned red as she glared fiercely at the person who spoke, wishing she could bite him to death.
Meng Fuqing shook her head. She was too young, and her pain was too profound for her to bear alone.
She placed the basket and rabbit on the ground, slightly concealing them with the nearby haystack. As she clenched her fist, a vine appeared in her palm. She shook it, and it fit perfectly in her hand.
Meng Ranran was facing Meng Fuqing's direction when she saw her sister walking out from behind the big tree. Just as she was about to smile, her sister raised her index finger and made a shushing gesture.
Her face stiffened, and Meng Ranran made a forced, unnatural smile.
The boy who had spoken earlier, thinking Meng Ranran was unconvinced, pursed his lips and continued, "Some people outside say that your father is a scholar, and everyone says that studying makes one reasonable. Your father is usually kind to everyone, so why does he always beat and scold you and your mother? Don't you ever think about what you've done wrong..."
He spoke eloquently, raising his chin with a smug look, but his friends' attempts to tug at his sleeve or give him meaningful glances were futile.
He didn't realize someone was behind him until the vine, whipped around his calf with a strong gust of wind, lashed out.
He trembled in pain, let out a scream, and knelt down in front of Meng Ranran and Meng Ali.
Meng Ranran, Meng Ali: ...
Even the most furious siblings were dumbfounded.
Why did this woman start a fight so suddenly? Seriously... that's amazing!!
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