Dismissing the clutter of random thoughts, Yang Ruxin hastened her pace in the bath, and just as she was about to head out, she suddenly felt the entire space tremble.
"You’ve got to be kidding me? An earthquake here?" Yang Ruxin jumped in fright, but after trembling for a moment, the space stabilized, and she let out a sigh of relief.
However, a piece of information inexplicably appeared in her mind — an introduction to this supernatural space.
It turned out that the space was a celestial bubble left behind by Nuwa during the repairing of the heavens, able to autonomously seek a fated individual as its master. Once bonded, the space would accompany its master for life, and if the master passed away, it would then seek a new one.
Once the space bonded with a master, it would connect with the master’s abilities; the stronger the master’s abilities, the more functions the space would have.
Before Yang Dani, the space hadn’t been activated for eight hundred years. While Yang Dani was fated to encounter the space, she couldn’t unlock its potential due to her weak physical abilities. It wasn’t until Yang Ruxin’s arrival that it was reactivated, even instantly revealing two functions — storage and preservation — and not long thereafter, the clairvoyance function was unlocked.
Now, the space was about to unveil a new function.
A new function? Yang Ruxin’s eyes lit up. Did this mean her own abilities had improved again? What function might it reveal? Land capable of growing various crops and medicinal herbs? A Spiritual Spring with the power to cleanse and rejuvenate? Or... In any case, the anticipation was overwhelming.
Soon, a halo of light appeared at the center of the space.
"What’s this?" Yang Ruxin walked over and circled the halo a couple of times, but couldn’t discern its purpose, scratching her head in confusion. "It isn’t some kind of laser, is it?" She looked around, then casually tossed a dead wild chicken, which she had just placed into the space, into the light.
Almost immediately, text appeared on the wall behind — all in simplified Chinese — not only displaying the wild chicken’s name, weight, and uses but also listing several cooking methods, and even detailing the uses for its feathers.
After trying a few more items, the details were similarly displayed, clear and precise.
"Wow," Yang Ruxin exhaled, "it actually gave me a scanning function. That’s amazing."
Delighted, she had just emerged from the space when she once again used her thoughts to dissolve the blood clot in Xun Hui, feeling the fatigue lessen substantially this time.
No sooner had she withdrawn her focus than she heard the knocking at the door.
It was Gu Yao.
As soon as Yang Ruxin opened the door, Gu Yao stuffed a purse into her arms, "It’s all here," then turned and walked away.
Yang Ruxin was stunned. What was this all about? She hurriedly closed the door and opened the purse, gasping in shock — three silver notes with a denomination of a hundred taels each, and five ten-tael notes, along with five big Ingots. The total came to four hundred taels, which was a hundred taels more than what Gu Qingheng had estimated.
And Gu Yao was giving all of it to her? How could that be right? She quickly closed the room’s door, clutching the purse as she went to the Gu Family’s home. She had promised to split the earnings evenly; she couldn’t go back on her word.
Although the little ones were asleep, it actually wasn’t very late, probably around eight o’clock in the evening. Rural folks lacking entertainment would go to bed soon after nightfall to save on candles; some would chat before sleeping, while others engaged in the kind of activities couples do on the kang.