FWF Chapter 48: Disliking the village air for not being sweet enough, he planted an entire grove of muta
Chapter 48: Disliking the village air for not being sweet enough, he planted an entire grove of muta
Lin Xian leaned back in the holographic beach chair and took a deep breath, following Liu Rushuang's words.
Although the estate's deep air purification system filtered out all the impurities, it did smell as monotonous and dull as a hospital ward.
Breathing this sterile, pure air every day for a long time will eventually dull your sense of smell, leaving you with no sense of life.
He rubbed his temples, and with a thought, a deep blue holographic control panel instantly unfolded in mid-air.
"System, those mutated peach trees in the backyard are growing too slowly. They don't look impressive enough, and they're not enough to keep me occupied."
"Fill up all the wasteland on the back mountain and expand it into a 10,000-mu mutated peach blossom forest. Give me the best of both worlds."
Lin Xian yawned, his finger casually dragging the progress bar of the coverage area on the virtual panel.
"Ding! 100,000 comfort points have been deducted. Tens of thousands of acres of mutated peach blossom forest have appeared. The plant gene acceleration growth module has been activated."
The cold, mechanical sound had barely faded from my mind when a faint geological rumble echoed from the back of the floating manor.
The fertile, mutated black soil, churned by an invisible force field, spread out in layers like waves.
Countless peach saplings, emitting a faint pink glow, broke through the soil and rose up at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.
The thick, dark brown trunks intertwined, growing into a century-old tree that required two people to hug in just a few seconds.
The pink and white peach blossom buds bloomed simultaneously in large swaths under the gentle breeze, even covering the green leaves on the branches.
It was as if a huge bucket of pink paint had been suddenly poured down from 10,000 meters in the sky, turning the entire back mountain into a dreamlike cloudscape.
A refreshing and elegant fragrance swept through every corner of the manor like a tsunami.
This fragrance not only smells good, but it can also directly affect the brain's central nervous system, sweeping away accumulated fatigue and anxiety.
Standing beside the recliner, Liu Rushuang smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms, and her hand holding the stun gun involuntarily loosened.
She closed her eyes, and the hidden injuries accumulated from years of sword practice and the obsession in her heart were completely soothed by the fragrance.
Lin Xian took a satisfied breath, feeling that the air now was finally worthy of his privilege of sleeping in until he naturally woke up every day.
As the fragrance of flowers spread, large, strange clouds, twinkling with starlight, suddenly drifted into the sky.
Those were mutated butterflies and bees attracted by spiritual energy, each carrying a faint glow of dark blue or gold.
They danced gracefully in the pink peach blossom forest, scattering sparkling pollen as their wings flapped.
The entire manor, adorned with these glowing insects, has been transformed into a fairyland with stunning special effects straight out of a science fiction movie.
The mutated macaw flapped its wings and flew into the flower bushes, showering several butterflies with praise in its fluent London accent.
Even the adorable mermaid climbed up the pipe and lay on the edge of the pool, eagerly reaching for the petals falling from the branches.
Zhong Xiaoai, who was originally squatting in the basement studying data, rushed up without even having time to take off her white coat.
This top female academician of the National Academy of Sciences is currently running wildly through the peach orchard with a transparent glass jar in her hand.
She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped off her nose and relentlessly pursued a glowing bee the size of a fist.
"This is a mutant queen bee rich in high concentrations of life-giving factors; its honey can definitely slow down cell aging!"
Zhong Xiaoai stumbled and tripped on a tree root, falling hard, but she tightly protected the bee she had just caught in her arms.
She got up, patted the mud off her knees, looked at the glowing insects in the jar, and smiled like a silly child who had gotten a perfect score.
Outside the gate, Zhou Bapi and his security team leaned over the holographic railing, drooling as they watched the fluorescent butterflies fluttering around inside.
Several senior academicians, lingering at the gate under the guise of patrolling, were so greedy that they crushed their thermos cups.
"Mr. Lin's methods are not just about landscaping; they're practically building the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Garden in the heavens!"
Old Li wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, thinking that even if he could only sweep fallen leaves inside for one day in his life, it would be worth it.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the manor, in the dormitory building for the girl group's staff, a completely different and tragic scene unfolded.
The once arrogant bald former boss in Shanghai is now frantically working in the toilet with a pink toilet brush.
He smelled the divine fragrance of the flowers wafting in the air, and looked out the window at the pink sea of flowers that resembled a fairyland. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
While others live like immortals in heaven, he has to work his way up here scrubbing toilets, and if he doesn't clean them properly, he gets electrocuted by Zhou Bapi.
The former boss slapped himself hard, regretting that he was blind to have offended Lin Xian. Now he could only continue cleaning the grime off the tiles in despair.
Such beautiful peach blossoms covering the mountainside naturally did not escape the eyes of the group of beauty-loving girls in the manor.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, two former top female stars, rushed into the dressing room and pulled out several sets of exquisite ancient Hanfu.
Before long, a group of fairies with a completely different style, wearing cloth shoes, rushed into the peach blossom forest, chattering away.
Xia Anran, dressed in a light green, high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), holding a round fan, smiled sweeter than the peach blossoms amidst the flowers.
Su Xiaoxiao changed into a pink and white cross-collar wide-sleeved outfit. Her pure face, paired with the peach blossom forest, made her look like an elf who had stepped out of a painting.
Mu Xiaotian had two small buns in her hair, like a mischievous sword boy, chasing a glowing blue butterfly and rolling around on the ground.
Helen, this blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman, was also dressed in a bright red flying fish suit, creating a strange sense of cyberpunk harmony in the scene.
Princess Alice, carrying her elaborate European-style long dress, looked at the light and graceful Eastern clothing and stomped her feet in anger, insisting on changing her clothes as well.
Looking at the familiar ancient-style scene before her, Liu Rushuang almost thought she had traveled back to the ancient martial arts sword sect that had been hidden for hundreds of years.
She looked down at her black modern security uniform and for the first time felt a slight disdain for it, her eyes filled with envy.
Several girls struck various graceful poses in the peach orchard, while a holographic camera followed them from every angle.
A random, unedited photo posted online can easily outshine those internet celebrities who spend a fortune renting photography studios.
Lin Xian moved the beach chair to the deepest part of the peach grove, enjoying the soft touch of the petals falling on his face.
This is the kind of treatment workers should receive after retirement: spending their days looking at flowers and playing with birds, which is much more pleasant than looking at any financial statements.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the suspended barrier ten thousand meters in the air, bathing the entire peach orchard in a layer of shimmering golden light.
Chen Xiuniang and Yan Guhong spent half a day in the kitchen, carrying dozens of main dishes on floating trays and placing them on the white jade table in the center of the peach grove.
To celebrate the completion of this fairy peach grove, Su Qinghan specially brought several black pottery wine jars sealed with clay from the wine cellar.
These fruit wines were carefully brewed last month by Chen Xiuniang using the first batch of ripe mutated peach blossoms mixed with deep-sea spring water.
As soon as the mud seal on the wine jar was lifted, a clear and sweet aroma of wine instantly overwhelmed the scent of peach blossoms covering the mountain, hitting everyone in the head.
The pale pink wine was poured into the white jade cup, resembling a pool of flowing pink amber, with even the surface of the wine sparkling like stars.
"Everyone is drinking freely today. This estate is absolutely safe, so there's no need to worry about having to get up early to clock in for work tomorrow."
Lin Xian raised his wine cup and clinked it against the jade cups in the girls' hands, producing a crisp and melodious tinkling sound.
The fruit wine is smooth and sweet on the palate, without any spiciness. As it slides down your throat, it feels like your pores are radiating heat.
Everyone sat around under the peach tree, eating beggar's chicken made by Yan Guhong and drinking peach blossom wine that only immortals could drink, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
Su Qinghan is usually decisive and efficient in the business world, and can drink a lot without getting drunk when socializing. She has never lost her composure in front of others.
But the aftereffects of this mutated peach blossom wine far exceeded her expectations; its domineering spiritual energy directly broke through her alcohol defenses.
Unbeknownst to her, she had drunk two large bowls of wine, and her fair cheeks were now as red as ripe Fuji apples.
The female CEO's once meticulously styled hair fell loose, with a few strands clinging to her stunningly beautiful face.
Su Qinghan's eyes were glazed over, and her hand holding the glass seemed to be trembling, spilling the pink wine all over the collar of her white shirt.
She stood up unsteadily, her high heels slipped, and she fell straight into Lin Xian's arms.
Lin Xian quickly put down the roasted chicken leg in his hand, reached out and supported her slender waist, afraid that she would bump into the corner of the table and break her skin.
A warm breath, a mixture of high-end perfume and rich peach blossom wine, sprayed directly onto Lin Xian's neck, carrying a deadly allure.
This queen of Shanghai's top conglomerate grabbed Lin Xian by the collar, looking at him with hazy eyes, her audacity astonishing.
She flipped Lin Xian's phone over and placed it face down on the grass. Her fingertips were burning hot, and her red lips parted slightly as she uttered a sentence she would never have dared to say even if she were sober.
"Boss, I've been managing your accounts for so long, shouldn't you give me some... special perks for the boss's wife today?"