ca-book Chapter 144 This rag is cleaner than my pride!
Chapter 144 This rag is cleaner than my pride!
Fang Yubing stood in front of the huge white jade table, a nameless fire burning in her chest.
She admitted that the courtyard was eerie and mysterious in ways she couldn't understand.
The paving stones beneath her feet seemed to shimmer, and the vitality emanating from the small tree in the courtyard stirred her soul, not to mention the "servants" whose auras were so terrifying they didn't seem like living beings.
She refused to wipe the table.
It's just wiping the table, isn't it?
I want to see what this table from the immortals' home is all about.
She soaked the rag in her hand, wrung it out, and then, with all her might, scrubbed the smooth, mirror-like tabletop.
The next moment, she froze.
The texture on my hand doesn't feel right!
This wipe didn't actually wipe the tabletop; instead, it struck an eternally frozen, icy mountain.
A cold, heavy, and terrifying force, imbued with ancient Taoist charm, rebounded violently along the rag.
Her inner strength, powerful enough to split rocks and shatter stone, was as fragile as a paper tiger before this force, and was instantly shattered into pieces.
"Um?"
For the first time, surprise and doubt appeared on Fang Yubing's face.
She doesn't believe in superstitions!
He once again channeled all his power, filling his arm with true energy, and then fiercely ground it away at an almost invisible speck of dust on the table!
"Buzz—!"
The stone table trembled slightly.
An even more ferocious force rebounded.
Fang Yubing felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth, as if he had been hit by an invisible giant hammer. He staggered back several steps uncontrollably before he could barely regain his balance.
She looked down and saw that her palms were already bright red, her blood churning violently.
The stone table remained as clean and new as ever.
That tiny speck of dust remained unmoved, like a cold, indifferent eye, silently mocking her overestimation of her abilities.
"How...how is this possible?"
Fang Yubing was completely dumbfounded.
What's on this table isn't just dust.
This is clearly a "Dao trace" formed by the condensation of the laws of heaven and earth!
Looking at the unremarkable stone table, a feeling of awe finally arose in her eyes. Her pride as a privileged daughter of heaven was shattered by this table.
Just as she was at a loss, Fang Qingxue came over.
"What's wrong?" Fang Qingxue looked at her distraught appearance, as if she had expected it.
"Sister Qingxue, this table..." Fang Yubing's voice was a little dry.
"You can't wipe it clean, can you?" Fang Qingxue smiled and took out a neatly folded white rag from her storage bracelet.
It looks ordinary.
"Try this."
Fang Yubing hesitated before taking the rag.
The feel of it is extremely unique; it is as soft as the clouds in the sky, yet it has an indescribable resilience, as if you could not tear it even a little bit no matter how hard you tried.
With some skepticism, she took the new rag and walked back to the stone table.
This time, she didn't use any internal energy. She just acted like an ordinary cleaner and gently covered the stubborn "Tao mark"... no, the dust with a rag.
Then, apply it gently.
A miracle happened.
The dust spot that she had been unable to budge despite her best efforts vanished silently the moment it touched the white cloth.
It wasn't just erased, it was wiped out of this world!
Fang Yubing's pupils suddenly contracted, and she tried wiping other areas.
Wherever the rag passed, all the stains seemed to be wiped away by a supreme power of law, leaving not a trace.
She picked up the rag and examined it in astonishment.
This is hardly a rag.
This is clearly an unimaginable divine artifact!
"This is a 'dust-cleaning cloth' woven from silkworm silk," Fang Qingxue explained calmly from the side. "The master said that it works exceptionally well for wiping oil stains off the table, and it won't hurt your hands."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yubing's cheek muscles twitched involuntarily.
Silkworm silk...
Isn't that a sacred object that only exists in ancient myths and legends?
The cloth woven from it was actually... only used to wipe oil stains?
Her pride, at this moment, was crushed to ashes by this rag.
Meanwhile, in the vegetable garden.
Fang Lingshan also faced the biggest challenge of her life.
"Come on, pour this bucket of water into that patch of freshly turned soil." The head gardener pointed to a small-looking wooden bucket next to him.
"Okay, Head Gardener!" Fang Lingshan replied confidently, walked over, and reached out to pick it up.
Not moving.
"Huh?" Fang Lingshan was stunned. Unconvinced, she firmly planted herself in a horse stance, activated the family's secret "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill," and her arm muscles bulged slightly as she exerted force again.
"Rise!" she shouted.
She finally managed to shake the wooden bucket, but she still couldn't lift it.
Fang Lingshan's cheeks instantly turned bright red.
She's a peak-level expert in the Transformation Realm, yet she can't even lift a bucket of water? Who would believe that?
"Don't use brute force." The gardener's voice rang out softly, "This bucket contains no ordinary water. It is 'Mysterious Nether Heavy Water' that the master drew from the depths of the earth. A single drop weighs a thousand pounds."
"You need to use your mind to perceive it and communicate with it. Only when it approves of you can you mobilize it."
Fang Lingshan was stunned.
It's just watering, why is it being treated like a magical artifact recognizing its master?
Looking at the bucket of crystal-clear water that exuded a slight chill, she felt for the first time that her "fate to the immortals" might not be as simple as she had imagined.
It was nighttime in the newly assigned servants' quarters.
The three girls lay on the bed, all with their eyes open, showing no signs of sleepiness.
"Sister Yubing, Sister Ruoxi, do you think... we can really stay here?" Fang Lingshan asked softly, her voice a mixture of fear and excitement.
"I only carried one bucket of water today, and I feel completely drained. But I feel like my 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill'... is about to break through!"
"Me too." Fang Ruoxi's voice trembled as well. "Today I followed Sister Qingxue to learn how to brew tea. Although I didn't succeed even once, my mental strength has increased more than it has in the past ten years!"
Fang Yubing did not speak.
She just silently looked at her hands.
Today, she spent the whole afternoon wiping the table.
That white jade table and that silk cloth gave her a revolutionary understanding of "power" and "rules".
She always believed that the ultimate goal of martial arts was to have greater strength and faster speed.
Only today did she understand that true strength lies in the subtle and pervasive control, in the return to the "Tao" of simplicity.
"us……"
After a long while, Fang Yubing spoke softly, almost in a dreamlike voice:
"It seems like we've come to the right place."
The other two girls nodded vigorously.
The same idea was growing wildly in their minds.
They're determined to be these "maids"!
Nobody can get them out of here!