Chapter 37: Sweeter Than Sugar

Pei Yu’s peach blossom eyes widened in delight as he spun around and dashed over. “Ah, Amos! My dear little buddy, is Amos awake yet?”

“He’s awake, he’s awake! Look, his eyes aren’t red anymore,” Ah Hua bounced up beside him, grinning as brightly as a black lily in spring.

“That’s wonderful!”

“Hurry, Yu, quickly loosen the green vines and let the chieftain and the others out.”

“Okay, okay, right away!”

The natives gathered together, raising their arms and cheering, celebrating with excitement.

Pei Yu joined in, raising his arms and imitating their joyful dance moves. Aside from his eye-searing green-and-pink outfit, he actually blended in surprisingly well with the natives.

Mo Xie’s mouth twitched as he looked away to his left, his sharp, ink-black brows furrowing. He immediately strode over.

Beneath the Danmu tree, Papa Yun stood there, holding Yun Qimu in his arms, looking completely at a loss, his simple face full of dejection.

Yun Xiaoyu and the five little ones stood on tiptoe, teary-eyed, peering at Yun Qimu in his arms.

“What do we do, what do we do? Miss Yun got hurt so badly because of us,” Tang En was so anxious he was practically spinning in circles like an ant on a hot pan.

Old Tang was the calmest. He smacked his foolish son on the back of the head, exasperated. “Calm down! The most important thing right now is to treat the girl.”

“Oh, right, right, treatment! But how? We don’t have any healers, doctors, or med pods here,” Tang En immediately wilted again.

“Use the Red Potion,” Mo Xie, who had been standing quietly nearby, suddenly spoke up. His deep, calm voice startled everyone.

But they didn’t have time to wonder who this guy was or where he’d come from; instead, their eyes widened in surprise.

“That’s right! The Red Potion! I remember now—Miss Yun said before that the Red Potion can fully heal and restore the body. She even said she wanted to build a potion workshop. Look, isn’t that the building with the glowing white jade walls?”

Following his finger, Yun Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up. “That must be it! Dad, let’s go!”

He dragged Papa Yun toward the beautiful building. Papa Yun, still dazed, nodded and carefully hugged his daughter tighter, following step by step.

The little ones hurried along on their short legs, and soon the group reached the entrance.

Above the door, the words “Potion Workshop” were written in bold, elegant script—it really was the place they were looking for.

“This is it! The Potion Workshop! Let’s go in!”

They pushed open the doors in a rush—and were instantly stunned.

What a gorgeous room!

So many beautiful potions!

Old Tang pressed his face up against the shelf of holy potions, his eyes burning with longing, looking as if he were gazing at his beloved. He was practically drooling.

“Here, here! I found the Red Potion! There’s a small one and a big one—the small one costs 10 spirit coins, the big one costs 20,” Yun Xiaoyu called out, bouncing excitedly as he ran straight to the shelf of red potions.

But the group instantly fell silent, their throats stuck.

Tang En hung his head, shame written all over his dirty but handsome face. “I—I only have thirty energy coins left after paying rent. That’s not even enough for one spirit coin…”

Old Tang blinked and shrugged, looking even more shameless. “I’m just an old man living off my kid—how could I have any money?”

Everyone was speechless. Living off your kid is something to be proud of now?

Old Tang really had no shame.

One by one, everyone turned to the last adult present—Mo Xie.

Mo Xie, noble and aloof, radiated an imposing aura, but he only said two words, “No money.”

The little ones didn’t believe it. They looked at him accusingly. How could a grown-up dressed so well and looking so impressive be as broke as the Tang father and son?

Tang father and son: Tut, that hurts!

Mo Xie looked a little embarrassed, his gaze drifting away. His previously confident voice grew weak. “I had some before, but after buying plant nutrient solution, land, and a cabin, I’m broke.”

That’s how fast a rich man can go broke.

Everyone: …

Tang father and son looked at him with envy. Damn, this guy could actually afford a house!

The adults were unreliable, so the little ones had no choice.

Yun Xiaoyu took out his own little stash, and the other five kids pooled together the spirit coins they’d saved from opening treasure chests. Scraping everything together, they just managed to come up with 20 spirit coins and eagerly bought the best large Red Potion.

Yun Xiaoyu carefully fed the Red Potion to Yun Qimu. Within a second, her pale face began to regain its color, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang En, who’d been watching anxiously, jumped up in excitement. “Her breathing’s steady—she’s okay now!”

“Looks like the Red Potion really works. We should keep a few bottles on hand whenever we go out,” Tang En said, then turned to his dad and asked sincerely, “Do you have spirit coins to buy them?”

Old Tang: …Son, do you have to rub in how broke we are?

Tang En huffed and ignored his dad’s wounded look, sighing regretfully. “There were so many berserk beast corpses on the battlefield just now. If only we could pick up a few and exchange them for spirit coins.”

Yun Xiaoyu’s eyes sparkled. “We can wait until the wind dies down and then go scavenging. With so many berserk beasts, there’ll be plenty of corpses left behind.”

Tang En’s eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Right! Why didn’t I think of that? Let’s get Miss Yun back to rest, then we can rest up too and go scavenging later.”

“Yeah, yeah!”

The group of one adult and six kids all agreed, and with a goal in mind, they dashed off.

Mo Xie silently followed behind them, a thoughtful look in his dark eyes. Berserk beast corpses can be exchanged for spirit coins?

Hmm, that’s a good way to earn spirit coins.

In high spirits, the group brought Yun Qimu back to the little cabin. When they came out again, they saw that the row of Danmu trees outside was crawling with people.

Natives, star pirates, and even Haru, who had been following them earlier but disappeared, were all there.

As soon as Haru saw the kids, he grinned widely.

With his face covered in colorful bruises, he waved at them excitedly and shouted, “Zhu Zhu! Zhu Zhu, come pick fruit! These Danmu fruits are super sweet—sweeter than sugar! And you can practice your gathering skills, too!”

Zhu Zhu lifted her little head, her big watery eyes full of longing. “Really? Sweeter than sugar?”

“Really! Uncle wouldn’t lie to you.”

Haru chuckled and jumped down from a tree, running over to Zhu Zhu and handing her a Danmu fruit the size of a fist. “Try it!”

The main system cracked its little whip: A bunch of broke losers who can’t even afford Red Potion—hurry up and get to work for me!

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"**Chapter 38: The Virtue of Respecting the Elderly and Cherishing the Young**

Pei Yu’s peach blossom eyes widened in surprise and delight as he spun around and dashed over. “Ah, Amos! My dear friend Amos, are you awake yet?”

“I’m awake, I’m awake! Look, my eyes aren’t red anymore.” Ah Hua bounced over to his side, her smile as radiant as a black lily in spring.

“Ah, that’s wonderful!”

“Hurry, Yu, hurry and loosen the green vines so the chief and the others can come out.”

“Okay, okay, right away…”

The natives gathered together, raising their arms and cheering, celebrating with excitement.

Pei Yu joined in, waving his arms and dancing in circles with joy. Apart from his eye-searing green-and-pink outfit, he actually blended in perfectly with the natives.

Mo Xie’s mouth twitched as he looked away to his left, his sharp, ink-black brows furrowing. He immediately strode over.

Under the danmu tree, Papa Yun stood helplessly, holding Yun Qimu in his arms, his simple, honest face full of dejection.

Yun Xiaoyu and the five little ones tiptoed, teary-eyed, peering at Yun Qimu’s face in his arms.

“What do we do? What do we do? It’s all our fault Miss Yun got so badly hurt.”

Tang En was so anxious he paced in circles like an ant on a hot pan.

Old Tang was the calmest. He smacked his foolish son on the back of the head, exasperated. “Calm down! The most important thing right now is to help the young lady heal.”

“Oh, right, right, healing, we need to heal her. But how? We don’t have any healers, doctors, or medical pods here.” Tang En immediately slumped again.

“Use the red potion,” Mo Xie, who had been standing quietly nearby, suddenly spoke up. His deep, steady voice startled everyone.

But they didn’t have time to wonder who this guy was or where he’d come from. Instead, their eyes widened in surprise.

“That’s right, the red potion! I remember now—Miss Yun said before that the red potion can fully heal and restore a person’s body. She even said she wanted to build a potion workshop. Look, isn’t that the place with the glowing white jade walls?”

Following his finger, Yun Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up. “That must be it! Dad, let’s go!”

He pulled Papa Yun toward the beautiful building. Papa Yun, still dazed, nodded and carefully cradled his daughter, following step by step.

The little ones hurried after them on their short legs, and soon the group arrived at the entrance.

Seeing the elegant calligraphy above the door—“Potion Workshop”—they grew even more excited.

“This is it! This is it! The potion workshop—let’s go in!”

Once inside, they were greeted by a chorus of delighted exclamations.

What a gorgeous room!

So many beautiful potions!

Old Tang, in particular, was utterly entranced. He bent over the row of sacred potions, eyes shining with obsession, drooling as if gazing at his beloved.

“Here, here! I found the red potion! There’s a small one and a big one—the small one costs 10 spirit coins, the big one 20,” Yun Xiaoyu called out happily.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Tang En hung his head, his dirty but handsome face full of shame. “I… after paying the rent, I only have thirty energy coins left—not even enough for one spirit coin…”

Old Tang blinked, then simply spread his hands, even more shameless. “I’m just an old man living off my kids—how could I have any money?”

…Everyone was speechless. You’re actually proud of mooching off your kids?

Old Tang looked away, embarrassed.

Then, one by one, they all turned to the last adult present—Mo Xie.

Mo Xie, dignified and aloof, radiated an imposing aura, but he simply said, “No money.”

The little ones didn’t believe him. They looked at him with accusing eyes—how could someone dressed so well and so impressive be as poor as the Tang father and son?

Tang father and son: Tut, that hurts!

Mo Xie looked a bit awkward, his eyes shifting aside. His previously confident voice grew weak. “I did have some, but after buying plant nutrient solution, land, and a cabin, I’m out.”

Everyone: …

The Tang father and son eyed him with envy. Damn, this guy could actually afford a house!

In the end, the little ones had no choice. Yun Xiaoyu took out his own little stash, and the other five kids pooled the spirit coins they’d saved from opening treasure chests. Together, they barely scraped together 20 spirit coins and eagerly bought the best big red potion.

The adults watched in shame as Yun Xiaoyu carefully fed the red potion to Yun Qimu.

Within a second, her pale face really did start to regain its color, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang En was visibly moved. “Her breathing’s steady now. Looks like she’ll be okay.”

“That’s great! The red potion really works. We should keep a few bottles on hand when we go out in the future.”

Tang En immediately asked the key question, “But do you have any spirit coins?”

Old Tang: Son, that’s just rubbing salt in the wound.

Tang En snorted and ignored his troublesome old man, but sighed regretfully, “There were so many berserk beast corpses on the battlefield just now. If only we could pick up a few and exchange them for spirit coins.”

Mo Xie’s ears perked up.

Yun Xiaoyu quickly chimed in, “We can wait until the wind dies down and then go scavenging! With so many berserk beasts, there’ll definitely be lots of corpses left behind.”

Tang En’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! Why didn’t I think of that? Let’s get Miss Yun back to rest first, then we’ll rest up and go scavenging.”

“Mm-hmm!”

The group of one adult and six kids all agreed, and with a goal in mind, they hurried outside.

Mo Xie silently followed behind, deep in thought. Berserk beast corpses can be exchanged for spirit coins?

Hmm, sounds like a good way to earn some.

Happily, they brought Yun Qimu back to the little cabin. When they came out again, they saw the row of danmu trees outside was crawling with people—natives, star pirates, and even Haru, who had been following them earlier but disappeared.

As soon as Haru saw the kids, he waved at them with his bruised, colorful face, greeting them cheerfully. “Zhu Zhu, come pick fruit! These danmu fruits are really sweet—sweeter than candy! Plus, you can practice your gathering skills.”

Zhu Zhu’s big, watery eyes looked at him longingly. “Really? Sweeter than candy?”

“Really! Uncle wouldn’t lie to you.”

Haru grinned and jumped down from a tree, running over to Zhu Zhu and handing her a danmu fruit as big as a fist.

He beamed, showing his teeth. “Try it!”"