C14 The Spirit Cat Clan's Heart of Repayment

"Saintess! You've truly awakened your magic!"

Though they had previously heard Qingyou's joyful cheers, witnessing her magic firsthand was an entirely different and stunning visual experience.

"Yes, thanks to the God of Flames' generous blessing, I have indeed awakened my magic."

Qingyou maintained a serene expression, yet her voice brimmed with delight.

For the orcs, awakening magical talent was a once-in-a-lifetime honor.

The Spirit Cat Clan members watching on the sidelines couldn't hide their envy. It was unfortunate they hadn't sought the God of Flames' aid; otherwise, they too might have been bestowed such an honor.

With Qingyou's magic at work, the soil's temperature and moisture were perfectly regulated.

"Now is the moment!"

Qingyou attentively monitored the seed's growth within the soil, infusing just the right amount of her magic at the optimal time.

The rice seed burst forth from its shell and began to sprout.

This specially cultivated rice, which typically took a month to grow, shot up and grew taller almost instantly under the influence of Qingyou's magic.

Although new to her magical powers, Qingyou was still somewhat clumsy with her control. Yet, to demonstrate the God of Flames' kindness, she poured all her effort into ripening the rice.

Nourished by Qingyou's magic, the rice matured, and dense, heavy heads of grain emerged one after another.

"Good heavens, what variety of rice is this? To yield such bountiful heads of grain!"

The Spirit Cat Clan's leader exclaimed in amazement.

But the spectacle didn't end there. The stalks, already bowed under the weight of the grain, thickened further, sprouting even more heads of rice.

This golden stalk of rice unfurled like a fully bloomed dandelion, laden with plump grains.

Once the rice had fully ripened, Qingyou withdrew her hand, wiping the faint sheen of sweat from her forehead with a weary sigh.

"Saintess, if I may inquire, what yield can we expect from the God of Flames' sacred rice?"

A member of the Spirit Cat Clan asked in a hushed tone.

Qingyou offered a slight smile and extended five fingers.

"Five hundred catties per acre! We won't go hungry now!"

The Spirit Cat clansmen erupted into cheers.

"No, the sacred rice gifted by the God of Flames can produce up to five thousand catties per acre!"

With a graceful wave of her hand, Qingyou's delicate face broke into a smile tinged with pride.

"Five thousand catties!"

The Spiritual Cat clanspeople caught their breath in anticipation. Once they were sure Qingyou wasn't teasing them, a thunderous wave of praise erupted from the crowd.

"Quick, taste the Saint Rice."

Interrupting the jubilant cheers with her smile, Qingyou watched as someone approached to carefully harvest the rice, taking it aside to be processed.

Soon, a large pot of steaming rice was served.

Qingyou eagerly grabbed a few grains and popped them into her mouth, her face lighting up with delight. The rice was tender yet chewy, with a subtle, refreshing aroma that far surpassed the coarse rice they were accustomed to.

The Spirit Cat Clan's Patriarch and the others couldn't stop raving about it after their own taste tests.

Once Qingyou had distributed the seeds, the clan wasted no time in planting them.

"Saintess, now that the God of Flames has provided for our sustenance and shelter, I believe we should focus on expanding our influence and gaining more followers to show our gratitude," the Spirit Cat Clan's Patriarch suggested in a hushed tone, pulling Qingyou aside.

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