Ye Qianning was also puzzled. What exactly was the connection between Sang Zhi and her space? Helping others only gathered a tiny amount of blessings, but when Sang Zhi was involved, it was an absolute jackpot.

For the past few days, she had been frequently hit with fatigue and dizziness. But now? Forget fatigue—she felt energetic enough to stay up for three days and three nights straight.

When the space was well-nourished, her body was healthy.

’Sang Zhi is my personal blessing jar. I have to hold on to him tightly, no matter what.’

Ye Qianning planted the seeds from the atlas, adding some more tea plants as well. After all, besides the ginseng and fo-ti, everything else could be harvested daily.

The space itself seemed different from her first visit. Beyond the cultivated land and the Spiritual Spring, it was still an endless expanse of white, but the barrier that once blocked her path was gone, allowing her to roam freely.

Ye Qianning took a look around and discovered the space was enormous. ’If this whole place were developed, it would be astounding,’ she thought. She sensed that entire mountain ranges were hidden within the space, just waiting to be revealed.

"Don’t tell me the legendary Penglai Immortal Mountain is a living creature, and I’m just its vessel?" Ye Qianning muttered aloud.

It was all too fantastical. Even though she had powers and had witnessed plenty of bizarre phenomena, all of it paled in comparison to this.

’A vessel...’ Based on her current understanding, that was the only way she could explain it.

After a sleepless night, she awoke to a gloomy morning. The sky was late to brighten.

Ye Qianning had spent the entire night in her space. When she emerged, she had no idea what time it was; she only saw that it was gray and overcast outside.

Once she got up and washed, she opened the door to find it was overcast. It looked like it would rain soon.

"Luo Wen, what time is it?" Ye Qianning asked, rolling her neck and stretching her back.

"It’s already past noon."

"Past noon already?"

Ye Qianning looked up. Seeing the overcast sky when she first got up, she had assumed it was early morning.

’Time really flies when I’m in the space.’

"Young Miss, I will go and prepare a meal for you."

"That’s alright, I’m not very hungry."

"Tutor Zhang stopped by earlier," Luo Wen said. "He instructed me to have you go see him as soon as you woke up."

"I understand."

Ye Qianning had a pretty good idea what Tutor Zhang wanted to see her about.

It was past noon, and the students were having their lunch. Tutor Zhang always had his lunch brought back to his courtyard by an attendant.

Tutor Zhang lifted his bowl and took a bite, sighing again and again. The food was tasteless.

"Tutor," Ye Qianning called from the doorway.

Tutor Zhang hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks. "Little Martial Aunt, come in."

Ye Qianning walked inside. "Tutor, please remain seated. Don’t get up."

"Little Martial Aunt, you just woke up. Have you eaten?"

"I’ve eaten," Ye Qianning replied, then added after a thought, "Tutor, I’m still so young, I really don’t deserve to be called ’Martial Aunt.’ Just calling me by my name is fine."

"How could I possibly do that? In the academy, I am the tutor and you are the student, but privately, our seniority cannot be disregarded."

"Seniority this, seniority that... Tutor, please don’t call me that when we’re out in the future. People who don’t know any better will hear you and think I’m some old hag, even though I’m just a kid," Ye Qianning said, pouting.

"You really are different from other children." ’Any other kid who became the Dean’s personal disciple would be showing off nonstop.’

"I’ve caused you plenty of trouble these last few days. As long as you don’t find me too mischievous in the future, I’ll be happy."

"Well, you’ve earned the right to be mischievous. I was initially very curious why the Dean, who went his whole life without taking on a personal disciple, suddenly accepted a small child. And treasured you so much, at that. Now I know that I was just blind," Tutor Zhang said, stroking his beard. The more he looked at her, the more he approved.