The process of building something of your own has a bigger effect on people than many may think. It triggers the instinctual sense of security and accomplishment, no matter how bad it looks.

Everything else requires countless years to accomplish, yet crafting something small can be done in a day, and crafting even a house is easy for a cultivator.

Lu Fang was told not to use his spiritual control and rather use his own hands - as a cultivator, his body had long become stronger, comparable to a top martial artist among mortals.

He swung his axe, hacked wood, split it into planks and continued until he had enough to build a small home.

This took him a week, for he had made many mistakes initially. When Fengyu created everything, he mostly used his spiritual control, allowing him to complete the task in a record-breaking time.

Completing the small hut wasn’t enough - he had to make some furniture and decorations, and then... the bedding.

Lu Fang looked at the mortal sewing machine in front of him. It looked exactly like the one he usually used, because he had crafted it on his own.

His hands moved along the edge of the machine, going over the sanded and smoothed surface.

Touching the metallic needle and the small wheel, he felt as if he was seeing this item properly for the first time.

The image in his mind, which has always been more focused on the final product, lacking the foundation of sewing, seemed to have found a way to express itself.

He took a piece of cloth, arranging it neatly onto the table, placing it right below the needle.

His leg pressed on the small pedal, the wheel spinning and the needle going up and down.

Whirr

Calm hands moved the cloth along the needle, slowly sewing this piece of cloth into the shape of a pillow.

Tick Tick Tick

Looking at the cloth, he turned to Fengyu, "Do you have anything I can stuff this pillow with?"

Fengyu looked around. He had neither wool nor the synthetic stuff that he once had in his past life...

"Feathers? Does that work?" he asked while thinking of his own duck’s feathers. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"We usually take chicken feathers, but we can try duck feathers..." Lu Fang was not sure, but he was willing to give it a try.

"Chicken? Then you don’t have to worry. Ducks are better than chickens in everything." Fengyu gained confidence and took out a bag of loose feathers from his spatial bag, something that Zimu and the other adults would gather during the growth of younger ducks.

He didn’t find a use but didn’t want to throw them away, so he simply stored them in his bag and planned to use them at a later time.

Now it seems he could use it this time.

He took out the feathers and presented them to Lu Fang, telling him to choose the feathers as he liked.

Lu Fang took them into his hand and inspected them. Feeling the softness of young feathers, he was slightly surprised. They used chicken feathers of young chicken commonly, which would also be soft, but the softness couldn’t be compared to that of duck feathers.

"These feathers are quite good, and their quality is also good. Using them, I could easily make a soft pillow or even a futon. But the number required for each futon would be a huge amount..." he said as he looked at the bag. Even with so many, he wasn’t sure he could refine a single futon.

A futon wasn’t like a pillow - each individual feather had to be of excellent quality, so that they could be inscribed on. But the quantity required is huge... so usually, chicken feathers were used en masse to make them.

Looking at these duck feathers, he had a feeling that they could increase the value of a futon by 10% just because it was softer and had a more refined feeling than chicken feathers.

People who can afford buying cultivation futons don’t mind a slightly higher price if the benefit is having a higher quality item.

"If it’s just quantity, then I have many of them." Fengyu took out one bag after another...

After so many years, he saved up the feathers of all these young ducks. Although the ducks weren’t of the spirited stage when they were just born, after all, they absorbed spiritual power, transforming these feathers into semi-spirited items.

Using them individually for an item would be useless, but if you just needed to inscribe a single rune on each of them, and use countless... well, then it was possible to use them as the material of a low-grade futon.

He hadn’t thought about it much, but seeing the eagerness of this young man, he simply took out several bags and told him to use them as he saw fit.

Lu Fang nodded and moved on, his face carrying a new passion.

Surrounded by mortal items, the only thing of value being semi-spirited feathers... yet he felt as if he was in the workshop he had worked in for many years, everything giving him a sense of security, and these feathers giving him a look for the future.

For items sold en masse, the biggest profit wasn’t to create something entirely new, but re-invent an item or change a few things that can raise its value many times.

And in the future, whenever he created a new item, he could consider using these higher quality feathers to raise the price even by just a single percent more.

After all, based on the amount he got and what he heard from Fengyu, it seemed like the price for duck feathers was low.

Low material cost, high quality, good value...

Words jumped in his mind as he considered everything.

Fengyu looked from afar and simply smiled, allowing the man to work a bit more.

After all, at the end of the day, he would have to suffer under the hands of his blade, experiencing excruciating pain...

Having a passion and something to think about would make it less difficult to get through...