"On Shengchun's leaves, there were still quite a few grayish-brown spots, but the number was significantly less than before, and the whole plant appeared somewhat wilted.
A day later, when Yu Ziqing came to check again, the drooping leaves and branches had already straightened up and seemed to have regained some vitality.
Yu Ziqing squatted beside it, looked at Shengchun, and grinned.
"Although it's a bit cold here, the environment is definitely much better than in the Abyss.
Besides, you don't need to bloom now. It's a little colder, and even though you grow and recover slowly, it's more suitable for accumulating strength and gradually rejuvenating.
I told you I would cure you, save you, and I have to give it my all.
I know you have at least a bit of spiritual wisdom, so don't give up on yourself.
You've probably never seen a hungry ghost or a Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl before, these are all new stories.
You need stories of the passage of time as nourishment, so I'll give you stories.
Don't say that after blooming nine times, you are destined to fall.
No, in my stories, my passage of time, you are bound to this world.
If I decide it doesn't count, then it doesn't count.
You need to know where the name 'Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl' comes from.
This name wasn't given by me, but from stories beyond the passage of time..."
Yu Ziqing meticulously tended to Shengchun, treating it as a regular Victory Spring plant.
Once every ten days, the detoxification was carried out, and by the third detox session, Shengchun had only two or three leaves left.
However, the spots on the leaves had completely disappeared.
"According to my understanding, starting growth at this time might not be good.
Taking advantage of the winter to accumulate strength, you can unleash your strongest vitality when spring arrives.
I feel your vitality has recovered considerably, although you have fewer leaves, I think you probably don't rely on sunlight for strength accumulation, so the impact shouldn't be significant.
In our tradition, an unpretentious name bodes well for growth.
So, I think that whatever name should be discarded, I've given you a new name.
It's the hardiest, most vibrant, most disease-resistant, and springless Victory Spring flower I've ever raised.
This signifies a good omen, and if you don't object, I'll take it as a sign you like it."
Yu Ziqing continued to care for Juice, in those places where Yu Ziqing couldn't sense and was unaware.
The traces of time beyond the present, along with Yu Ziqing's words, stories, transformed into nouns that fell into Juice's body.
Invisible power nourished Juice's body, restoring its vitality.
Yu Ziqing was right that after nine blooms, Juice couldn't bloom again this time.
Because the stories from the passage of time, the traces of time, were already intertwined.
For it, whether in the present world or the Abyss, it was all the same land.
The traces of time had nothing more it could use.
But Yu Ziqing indeed provided it with extra power.
It couldn't know where those traces came from, but Yu Ziqing himself carried those traces of time, those stories of time.
Yu Ziqing couldn't sense this, nor could he know if there were really any traces of time that turned into nutrients for its absorption.
He only knew that, according to his own ideas, and by taking care of it like a regular Victory Spring flower, under careful nurture, Juice slowly regained its vitality.
New buds appeared where leaves had fallen off, waiting for winter to pass and spring to arrive, then sprouting new shoots.
When Yu Ziqing returned, he never mentioned the words 'Immortal Herb' again, and even if mentioned, he would just say the name, Undying Mandala.
He also wouldn't mention the word 'Immortal Herb' in front of Juice.
Yang, seeing Yu Ziqing put so much effort, wasn't stupid. After planting more than thirty magic plants in several circles, he placed that plant, which looked like an old Victory Spring, in the middle, and it didn't die.
Yang knew that this Shengchun must be extraordinary.
He didn't ask questions, allowing Yu Ziqing to busy himself.
The village chief also gave orders, telling everyone to stay away from this area because if an inconsiderate person died because of a magic plant here, their death would be deserved.
Time passed rapidly, and ten years went by. This was the first time Yu Ziqing stayed at Jinlan Mountain for so long.
And for the first time, he realized the meaning of time for a cultivator was completely different from that for a mortal.
With a peaceful heart and by honing over time, he slowly trained his Qi-Blood, tempered his body, and engaged in pure hard cultivation.
However, he made sure to check on Juice and the magic plants every day.
In spare time, he took over important duties from the village chief, training Er Han, and other residents.
In reality, the village chief could no longer act recklessly, as a mistake might lead to a fatal outcome.
Of course, this was what Yu Ziqing said, as well as the advice others gave to the village chief.
Because in one fight, Er Han made a slight mistake, resulting in severe injury.
In fact, with the village chief's current control over power, a full-force strike wouldn't even kill a fly if he didn't want to.
Yet, accidents happened in battles, with power surging through the body, and one person's mistake could trigger unexpected outcomes.
Therefore, Yu Ziqing had to take over the heavy responsibility of training Er Han, the villagers, Qingqing, Stone, and the others.
There weren't many changes in Jinlan Mountain, except for the kids growing taller.
Outside, there weren't any significant changes either. The stalemates persisted as before.
Yang told Yu Ziqing this was the normal situation.
The rapid changes and series of events occurring in a few years, as seen previously, were actually rare."