A rare magical miracle in the world

Towards Sherri, Bailuo was especially kind.

Especially now that the two had formed a Miracle Contract, Sherri could feel in the darkness the significance that Bailuo held for her.

He was her master, the one and only, the king that she would need to follow for life.

"When I have radishes in the future, I'll let you taste this favorite delicacy of horses."

Bailuo knew that Sherri could understand his words, so he communicated with her as one would with a child.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Inya ran up to Bailuo and said, "Everyone in the village is talking, they say you carried a horse back, is that true or false?"

"Oh! There really is a horse!"

Inya came out of the stable, she had seen Sherri, but Sherri was very shy and wouldn't let Inya get near.

The girl felt a bit disappointed, but quickly perked up again.

"Woosh woosh woosh."

Bailuo was in the yard, pouring out crops.

The old uncle stood by, observing the amount he poured out, then directing him what to pour next and how much more was needed for balance.

The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch had accumulated five whole days' worth of food, which was now being poured out all at once: 500 kilograms of crops, truly piling up like a mountain.

"What's the deal with that horse?"

The old uncle asked about Sherri's story, and Bailuo said, "Felt a connection, so I carried her back."

"Carrying a horse and climbing over twenty mountains, tsk tsk tsk..."

Amazed that young people really know how to have fun, the old uncle lit up a cigarette and then said, "Feiya is back."

"Huh?!"

Bailuo quickly got up: "The senior sister is back?"

"She came back last night."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Bailuo hurriedly asked, "Where is she?"

"In the kitchen."

Bailuo looked towards the kitchen in surprise; his was truly a case of not seeing what was right under his nose, having rested for half a day and only then realizing there was a fourth person at home.

Bailuo: I must have been too tired and entered Sage mode.

"I'll go over now!"

Upon hearing that his senior sister was back, Bailuo, despite the soreness in his legs, got up quickly and stepped briskly into the kitchen.

Watching Bailuo's retreating figure, the old uncle sighed, "Youth, it's really good..."

"Little tomatoes, so sour and delicious."

Looking at Inya, who was eating tomatoes, the old uncle felt a mix of frustration and pride, thinking how these two, born of the same parents, could be so different?

"Sigh~~"

The old uncle sighed; he didn't care for these matters anymore, he would leave it to fate.

"Senior sister!"

The Bai Luo family's kitchen was small, filled to the brim with firewood.

Isefia, with her back to Bailuo, stood in front of the stove, her silver hair tied into a ponytail, and apron tied around her waist, her everyday dress replacing the striking knight outfit. Not only did it not detract from her elegance, it added a touch of approachability.

Unfortunately, the senior sister wasn't one to play the nurturing big sister role.

Isefia's nature was too cool. Even the children in the village rarely played with her.

It wasn't fear but respect and admiration.

In this regard, Inya was doing better than her sister, as she was the village's delight, beloved by everyone.

"Is Xiao Luo back?"

Isefia turned around and upon seeing Bailuo, the coldness on her face immediately melted away, revealing a smile.

The gentleness of the senior sister only blossomed in front of Bailuo.

And only when facing Bailuo did she seem more like a woman than a powerful Female Martial God.

"I'm back."

Bailuo said, "You saw me earlier, didn't you? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't dare to speak."

If she had caused Bailuo to twist his back by shouting out suddenly, that would have been embarrassing.

The senior sister prepared a basin of hot water for Bailuo and said caringly, "You must be tired, wash your face and rest well, I will call you when I finish cooking dinner."

"Not tired, not at all."

Bailuo, after washing his face, was unwilling to leave.

He moved a chair over, and simply sat behind his senior sister, watching her silhouette, Bailuo felt he could eat ten more bowls of rice that evening.

Bailuo, in his previous life, was a solitary struggler.

But, having never tasted pork, hadn't he seen pigs run?

The senior sister was unquestionably the most beautiful, elegant, and talented woman Bailuo had encountered in both his lives.

Therefore, since he was young, Bailuo had started his plan to win the senior sister's heart.

Up to now, there was only that final step left between them.

"Go and rest."

Isefia had no other way to deal with Bailuo, but she still insisted that he rest properly: "Also, congratulations on finding a miracle."

"You know about the miracle?"

"I knew about it a little earlier than you did."

Certainly, Isefia had also sought miracles, but precisely because of this, she knew how difficult it was to obtain a miracle.

Only a true king would be favored by miracles.

As for the senior sister and old uncle, they were, regrettably, among the failures.

But now things were good, Bailuo had received a miracle, which made them happier than if they had found it themselves.

"By the way, take a look at the gift I brought back for you."

The senior sister turned, her smile as bright as ever: "It might be a bit out of date, but it should be of some use."

"Oh? Spices?"

Bailuo noticed the bag of spices in the kitchen, not in large quantity, but extremely diverse in type.

Clearly, the senior sister had collected them especially for him.

"They came just in time!"

Bailuo thanked his senior sister, "We'll just need to use them soon, thanks a lot, senior sister."

"That's quite a coincidence."

Isefia had heard Bailuo mention the abilities of the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, information that most people of Yatun were unaware of.

They only knew that the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch could produce delicious food, but as for how, the old uncle had instructed Bailuo not to advertise it much, so even the senior sister was kept in the dark.

"Gifts! Do I have one too?"

The cheerful voice of Inya came from outside the door, the senior sister looked at her sister affectionately, and smiled, "Over there."