Immortal Fate Continent.
Eastward from the Angry Blood Plain.
In the ancient and mystical sugarcane forest.
Another sunny morning, Luo Xiu woke up from a dream, walked out of his self-built temporary cabin, and stretched lazily at the door.
In front of the cabin, there was a vast clearing filled with giant sugarcanes, each reaching a hundred meters in length and nearly three meters in diameter.
If one did not know these were sugarcanes, anyone arriving here would think it was a logging site.
At this moment, the master of the Sword Language Immortal Sect, Li Qingling, had transformed into the most beautiful worker, peeling the thick skin off those giant sugarcanes.
After peeling, he cut them into neat blocks for stacking.
The pieces of sugarcane in the sunlight gleamed like solidified blood crystals, emitting a tempting fragrance and looking incredibly lovable.
On another section of the clearing.
Master Ping was in charge of juicing.
