Rebirth: The Courtyard Bride Is Cool and Radiant

Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Practice Kung Fu

In Songling Village, the sky was just beginning to lighten when Yunyi, having already packed, stepped out of her courtyard.

She tossed her chopping knife into her carrying basket, locked the door, and headed up the mountain.

The uncle who helped her repair the house yesterday had a reminder: winters here were extremely cold, so she absolutely had to stock up on firewood. He warned her not to be like those at the Zhiqing Point, who were usually too lazy to move and would then find themselves scrambling when the cold weather hit.

Given her strength and the space, she wasn’t worried about the firewood issue at all.

Still, since she planned to start training her body, she might as well use this as an excuse. She could exercise on the mountain every day and then bring back a bundle of firewood—killing two birds with one stone.

She was already feeling impatient: firstly, to train her body and quickly recover her skills, and secondly, to find some seeds to utilize the space.

After days of nurturing with Spatial Well Water, her body had fully recovered. She could now begin practicing the Martial Arts from her past life.

Anyway, she had no intention of changing her cultivation techniques. ”Carefree Traceless” and ”Jade Arrows Skyward” had been with her for two lifetimes. Picking them up again should yield quick results.

As for whether she could cultivate her spiritual power again, she would have to try it to know for sure. In her last life, her space had been damaged. Despite a lifetime of cultivation, she had only managed to restore a small fraction of it.

Let alone this lifetime, where her original space had completely dissipated. She felt at peace with this, willing to let things unfold naturally.

Thinking of these things, she also recalled the words spoken from the void just before her death in her previous life: ”Would you be willing to exchange the fortuitous opportunities bound to you for a destined love in your next life?”

Now that she had arrived, could Jingrui truly come too?

In this vast sea of people, she had no idea when they might meet, or if they could truly recognize each other at first glance, as if that one look spanned an eternity.

Lost in thought, she unwittingly entered the deeper part of the back mountain. A pheasant emerged to forage. Perhaps startled by her, it flapped its wings, attempting to flee.

Yunyi casually picked up a stone and threw it, but her aim was still rusty. The stone only struck the pheasant’s wing, injuring it and causing it to flap even more frantically.

After some effort, she managed to catch the bird and threw it directly into the space.

Previously, in the courtyard of the Shen Family’s henchmen in Beijing, the dog she had put into the space fainted instantly. This had initially led her to believe that living creatures couldn’t survive inside it.

When she left, not wanting to raise any alarms, she had released the dog again. She had thought it was dead, but just as she was leaving, she heard it whimper. This gave her another chance to test her theory.

Sure enough, the struggling chicken became motionless upon entering the space.

When she took it out, the chicken immediately resumed its struggle. It seemed that raising chickens for eggs in the space wasn’t going to work, but she wasn’t too disappointed.

She tossed the chicken back into the space and continued walking until she reached a red pine tree, where she set down her carrying basket.

Sitting cross-legged on a nearby rock, she faced the first rays of purple light from the east, began to regulate her breath and concentrate her mind, sinking her qi into her Dantian.

She sat this way for an hour. When she opened her eyes again, a smile touched her lips.

Seeing there was still some time, she quickly found a dead tree, chopped it down as she usually did, and began dragging it down the mountain.

She took a different path down the mountain and had the good fortune to stumble upon a small patch of hazel mushrooms, which she promptly harvested.

Hazel mushrooms were a delicacy—smooth, tender, and wonderfully flavorful. She could stew them with wild chicken in the future. This time of year was the peak season for hazel mushroom growth, so she picked a good number of the larger ones.

Before leaving, she also collected some of the topsoil and rotting wood from this area into her space. She wanted to see if the hazel mushroom mycelium could grow there. If it could, that would be wonderful for the future.

Not delaying any further, she hurriedly dragged the dead tree down the mountain. After all, today was her first day of work, and she couldn’t afford to be late.