The faint spirit of the mountain shimmered in a small, fragile glow, yet it was much stronger than before. A sweet, childlike voice emerged from the light, sounding like a young boy: “Thank you, Sister Underworld Officer, for saving my life! I’ve come to repay your kindness!”
QingWu chuckled, gently tapping the light with her fingertip. “And how do you plan to repay me? Let’s hear it.”
The glowing orb quivered with excitement, laughing mischievously before shaking itself vigorously. Suddenly, a cascade of mountain treasures tumbled out—wild mushrooms, hazelnuts, and other common offerings, followed by rare items like ancient lingzhi mushrooms, ginseng, and Ginseng roots. The sheer age of these treasures suggested they were on the verge of gaining sentience.
“Enough, enough! If you keep
