A Beekeeper in a Magical World

Chapter 152: Seven Flowers on a Vine - (1)

Hua Mi lowered his head and realized he was clad in worn-out coarse clothes.

His knees, elbows, and various spots were heavily worn, caked with dirt, as if just finished with labor.

He had no clue where this outfit came from; he couldn't recall ever seeing it before.

How did this end up on me?

More strangely, he only noticed it now.

Since waking up, Hua Mi felt groggy, as if he hadn't slept at all.

Pressing his brow, he sensed something he'd forgotten, a hollow feeling, yet unable to recall it. It was like a sealed-off part of his mind.

"Have you seen my black robe?" Hua Mi sought answers from the outside world.

"Black robe?" Xiao Hong tilted her head, eyeing him oddly. "What black robe?"

"The one I usually wear."

"But you always wear these clothes. There's no black robe at all."

"Really"

Hua Mi furrowed his brow.

After Xiao Hong's comment, upon closer thought, he indeed wore this outfit usually. A black robe wouldn't suit him at all.

Chances were he'd never wear a black robe in his life.

Hua Mi suddenly jolted, reflexively turning towards the corner of the wooden house.

A moment ago, he felt as though something was watching him.

But staring in that direction, there was nothing.

"Probably overthinking it. I'm just an ordinary person, no eyes in the back of my head, how could I sense something from behind... must be an illusion."

Hua Mi pondered for a moment, shook his head, and stopped dwelling on these trivial matters.

Amidst the mist, he moved toward the right front of the wooden house, arriving at a clearing amidst the woods.

The first thing he saw was a structure made from wooden sticks.

Entwined around it was a lush, verdant vine with thriving leaves.

Within the leaves were seven flowers of different colors, side by side.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple

Currently, only the petals of the red flower were open; the other six remained closed.

As he approached the vine, the closed flowers suddenly seemed to come to life, swaying back and forth.

Simultaneously, shrill cries came from within the petals:

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

...

The place echoed with sibling calls.

It felt like being in a young chicken breeding ground.

Amidst this noisy hubbub, the six flowers began to bloom in succession.

From the blooming petals emerged various colored lights, converging in the air, transforming into little flower spirits.

Their hair color matched their respective flower colors.

Among them, the purple one was rather special.

As the purple flower spirit emerged, the purple flower itself detached from the vine, transforming into an exquisite magic tool, flying into the hands of the purple flower spirit.

The six flower spirits flew over, gathering around Hua Mi, affectionately interacting with him, chattering incessantly.

Though it seemed heartwarming at first glance, there was an inexplicable sense of dissonance...

This scene before him, especially the seven flowers on the vine, made Hua Mi's head ache.

A feeling of having his brain rubbed on the ground by someone.

Hua Mi pinched his chin, once again lost in contemplation.

What could it be?

This familiar yet absurd deja vu...

"Brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The orange flower spirit was the first to notice his oddity, asking tenderly.

The other flower spirits approached, looking at him with concern.

Looking at these lively and adorable faces, a warm feeling enveloped Hua Mi. The sense of displacement, confusion, and unreality he felt before seemed to dissipate at this moment.

"Nothing." Hua Mi patted the orange flower spirit's head, smiling. "I had a really strange dream last night; my head's a bit confused."

The dream was over now.

Consciousness gradually returned to reality.

Those vague dreamlike phantoms were best left unthought of.

The sun rose.

Sunlight poured onto the earth, dispelling the surrounding mist.

Next came farming time.

Beside the vine was a field.

The field was filled with various crops.

Not very extensive, yet the crops grew vigorously.

As a farmer, Hua Mi came every morning to tend to the fields. This was his morning routine.

"We need some water." Hua Mi leaned on his hoe, looking at the parched land.

"Leave it to me!" The cyan flower spirit flew up to hover over the field.

A stream of water condensed around her body, continuously generating and dividing into countless droplets, falling into the field.

This was her unique ability, the power to create and control water flow.

In fact, each of the seven flower spirits had unique abilities.

Hua Mi relied on them to survive in this forest.

With the irrigation by the cyan flower spirit's water magic, it didn't take long for the field to become thoroughly moist.

The crops enjoyed the rain-like blessing, swaying happily.

The artificial rainfall was successfully completed.

The cyan flower spirit flew back to him, wearing an expression that sought praise.

"Amazing," Hua Mi praised.

"Hehe." The cyan flower spirit joyfully spun around.

Her sisters, seeing this, also displayed their own powers to Hua Mi.

The red flower spirit suddenly grew, reaching the height of a tall tree.

This enlargement wasn't just superficial; her strength increased in proportion.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

The red flower spirit walked step by step, a few steps to a large tree.

"The farmland needs expansion! Watch me."

She hugged the tree trunk and, "Hey," yanked it.

The large tree was pulled out effortlessly, roots and all, cascading a heap of soil.

Boom

Throwing the tree aside, the red flower spirit clapped, hands on her hips, chest out, sporting a confident smile.

"Not bad."

Hua Mi praised the red flower spirit without sparing any compliments.

"Watch me chop this tree into firewood!"

The yellow flower spirit said, flying above the trunk, then plunging straight down, creating a crack upon impact.

Unharmed, she continued flying up and down, using herself as a blade, cutting the trunk into small pieces.

"Let me see if this can be used as firewood."

The green flower spirit expelled a flame, instantly igniting the chopped firewood.

"Good, very good. All of you are very capable."

Hua Mi praised continuously, like an elder watching children perform their talents.

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