Wei Ji stepped outside and slid the door shut behind him with a soft click.

Morning air washed over him—cool, crisp, carrying the faint scent of flowers.

He rolled up his sleeves.

"Alright… let's start with something simple."

He walked into the courtyard.

And immediately regretted it.

Because the flowers—the ones Shaohua casually tended every day—were not normal flowers at all.

They were blooming wildly. Inhumanly.

Petals shimmered faintly with multicolored sheen, like spiritual light had condensed into physical form. The vines wrapped around the stone lanterns, curled along the walkway, and sprouted in places they absolutely shouldn't.

Wei Ji sighed.

"…These damn things again."

He crouched to pluck one.

ZRT—!

A jolt of minor spiritual force sparked at his fingertips, making him jerk back.

"Ah—!? Seriously!?"

The flower trembled, puffed up like an offended cat, and released a tiny burst of spiritual pollen right into his face.

Cough—! cough—!!

Wei Ji staggered back, waving his hand.

"Shaohua, why do you grow these things like they're cabbage…!?"

He rubbed his nose.

These flowers weren't normal—they were nourished by the spiritual energy that leaked from Lu Shaohua unconsciously. Outsiders would call it "Blessing of a High Being."

Wei Ji called it:

"Trouble."

He grabbed a broom.

"Alright, you little beasts… let's do this."

He swung lightly, brushing the vines off the stone path.

FWIP!

WRRRM—!

One vine shook angrily and wrapped around the broom.

"HEY. LET. GO."

He tugged.

The vine tugged back.

It was a stalemate between a grown man and a very determined flower vine.

"…I'm arguing with plants," Wei Ji muttered.

He infused a tiny pinch of qi into the broom.

SNAP—!

The vine recoiled, letting go dramatically as if mortally offended.

Wei Ji exhaled.

"One down… several hundred to go."

He spent the next stretch of time battling the courtyard vegetation:

– pulling vines off the roof

– trimming glowing flowers that sprouted with shua! noises

– sweeping petals that multiplied the moment he touched them

– gently relocating the sentient bush that loved to crawl toward the door

At one point a lotus suddenly bloomed under his foot.

"Oi. Don't grow there," he whispered.

The lotus shook. Then stopped.

"Good lotus."

Thirty minutes later, Wei Ji stood there panting faintly, broom in hand, sweat on his forehead—but the courtyard looked neat for the first time in weeks.

He leaned on the broom and took a breath.

"…Cleaning your wife's spiritual garden is harder than fighting a mid-tier beast."

He looked at his hand—still tingling from stray spiritual feedback.

And he couldn't help but lightly smile.

Even if the plants were chaotic, unpredictable, or downright disobedient…

They were proof of the power hidden inside Lu Shaohua, even though she herself didn't remember her true identity.

He stood there for a moment, letting the peaceful morning settle around him.

Then—

Behind him, from inside the house, soft squelching footsteps approached.

He felt it.

A soft rumble in the earth behind him.

A faint vibration that did not belong to something light or friendly.

A rustle of leaves that sounded… organized.

He froze.

"…Shaohua…?" he whispered automatically.

No answer.

The rumbling grew a little stronger. The spiritual air shifted, like something breathing.

Wei Ji slowly turned around.

And his face went blank.

"…What… what is that."

A towering mass of vines, petals, and thorns loomed at the far end of the courtyard. It wasn't there a moment ago. It wasn't even moving like a plant should. It was standing upright. Its petals were arranged like a mane around a bulb-shaped head, which pulsed with deep pink light. Vines twisted beneath it like limbs, curling and uncurling in slow, steady rhythm.

The thing gave off a soft growl.

A plant.

A monster.

Spiritual.

Alive.

Wei Ji's eye twitched.

"…Are you kidding me…"

The monster flower took one heavy step forward.

Another.

Its vines slapped the ground, leaving small cracks.

The petals around its head unfurled slightly, revealing a faint glow inside, like a heartbeat.

Wei Ji's jaw dropped.

He pointed at it.

"You— You cannot be serious! Shaohua's spiritual energy is making these monsters now!?"

The monster flower rumbled and opened several smaller petals around its face, revealing thorny tendrils like teeth.

Wei Ji took half a step back.

"Wait. Wait. Calm down. I'm your gardener…!"

The flower roared.

"NOT HELPING."

A thick vine whipped toward him with sudden speed.

Wei Ji jumped back instantly.

"Alright then. We're doing this."

He spread his stance. His fingers flickered with faint marks of his past life—upper realm magic lines that glowed under his skin for a moment.

A green circle formed in front of him.

"Plant Conjurer… Bloom."

A summoned plant beast emerged—a wolf made of vines and glowing seed cores. It growled and leaped forward to engage.

The monster flower paused.

Then it casually smacked the conjured beast aside with one vine, sending it skidding across the ground like a broken twig.

Wei Ji's smile twitched at the corner.

"…Ha… hahaha… okay. So it's like that."

The conjured wolf reassembled itself, growled, pounced—

The monster flower opened its main bloom.

A burst of pink spiritual wind exploded out.

The conjured wolf dissolved into particles of fading light.

Wei Ji just stared.

"What are you even!? This plant is stronger than my past life's conjurations."

The monster flower roared again, petals quivering with raw power.

Wei Ji rubbed his forehead with a groan.

"…This is definitely Shaohua's fault. Her energy is too strong, too primal, too… demon empress."

The monster flower took another step forward.

The ground trembled.

Wei Ji sighed.

"Fine then."

He raised both hands, preparing another technique. Magic circles rotated around his arms, tracing complex patterns of upper realm runes. A flower-themed guardian spirit formed behind him, blooming with soft green light.

The monster flower simply absorbed the light.

Wei Ji blinked.

"Huh—?"

The monster flower's glow intensified.

Wei Ji clenched his jaw.

"You absorbed it. You actually absorbed it. You're eating my spells…"

The monster flower lunged forward with surprising speed.

Wei Ji jumped back, rolled across the ground, and dodged several whipping vines. Petals burst around him with explosive force. A thorn grazed his sleeve and left a sizzling mark on the fabric.

Wei Ji's heartbeat quickened.

"This thing's growth rate is insane. It's like fighting a natural disaster."

He flicked his fingers, casting several quick upper-realm defensive barriers. Glass-like sheets of light formed in front of him.

CRASH!

The monster flower smashed into one and shattered it instantly.

CRASH!

The second one broke.

CRACK!

The third one splintered and fell away.

Wei Ji landed on his feet, panting.

"Okay. You win the brute force contest."

Another vine lashed toward him.

Wei Ji twisted aside, grabbed the vine mid-swing, and slammed it into the ground.

The vine regenerated instantly and lashed up again.

Wei Ji leaped away.

He pointed at the monster.

"Listen! Listen to me, you oversized cabbage! I know who made you! If Shaohua wakes up and sees you attacking me, she'll turn you into fertilizer!"

The monster flower paused.

Wei Ji froze.

"Wait. Did that actually—?"

The flower roared even louder, petals flaring like a raging inferno.

"…Never mind. It wants to eat me."

He backed up slowly.

Step by step.

The monster flower followed, each movement heavy, shaking the earth a little more.

Wei Ji's mind raced.

His spells could not overpower it.

His conjurations were useless.

His barriers collapsed instantly.

This thing wasn't some random spiritual mutation.

It was born from Lu Shaohua's energy.

Wei Ji exhaled sharply.

"It has her aura… her imprint. It's almost like a child of her power."

The monster flower's petals flickered again, glowing with demonic pink light.

Wei Ji swallowed.

"Great. So I'm fighting my wife's spiritual child."

The monster flower crept closer.

He raised his palm, forming a magic sigil.

But he didn't attack.

He hesitated.

His eyes lowered as he whispered to himself.

"…Should I use the formation?"

The monster flower growled.

Wei Ji's gaze sharpened.

The formation was something he didn't want to use lightly. It was too strong. Too binding. And using it on something created by Lu Shaohua might trigger unexpected side effects.

But he might not have a choice.

He took a slow breath.

His fingertips traced the first outline of the formation circle in the air.

"…Do I activate it?"

Wei Ji lowered his hand halfway through the formation mark. His fingers stopped in mid air, the glowing lines flickering in and out like fireflies caught between decisions. A muscle tightened in his jaw.

"No… not yet."

He let the forming circle die out, the light dissolving into soft sparks that scattered into the wind.

He shook his head.

Using the formation was the easy way. It was also the wrong way. If he sealed this creature with overwhelming force, it would be like denying Shaohua's spiritual nature itself. Her energy was wild, proud, ancient in origin, and sharp like a predator's fang. Crushing something born from that power… did not sit right with him.

And deep down, he didn't want Shaohua sensing that her courtyard had turned into a battlefield while she slept.

So he inhaled slowly.

"Alright… not the upper realm method. That failed. And not brute force. That won't work either."

He took another step back as the monster flower prowled closer, its petals shaking with anger. The vines curled like snakes ready to strike. The glow inside its core pulsed faster and faster with each rumbling breath.

Wei Ji whispered softly to himself.

"What if… I use her method?"

His heart thudded once.

Lu Shaohua's cultivation method was nothing like the orthodox upper realm techniques he once mastered. Her Qi was never gentle. It was like watching a dancing flame devour everything in its path. Beautiful and cruel. Soft in her hands yet terrifying in its true form.

He remembered watching her practice.

How she breathed in slow circles.

How the Qi traveled through her meridians like liquid fire.

How it spiraled instead of flowing straight.

How it pulsed in sharp bursts at the final step.

He always wondered why.

Now he understood.

It was a method not meant to refine Qi.

It was meant to control chaos itself.

Wei Ji closed his eyes and placed one hand over his heart.

"Shaohua… forgive me if I mess this up."

Behind him, the monster flower let out a deep roar and charged. The ground trembled under its weight. Thorned vines whipped forward like iron whips, cutting into stone and soil.

Wei Ji took a deep breath.

He circulated his Qi.

Not in the smooth, even waves of the upper realm.

Not in calm, slow rhythm.

But in sharp spirals.

Wild pulses.

A chaotic but controlled storm.

Just like her.

Heat spread through his arms. His chest tightened from the sheer difference in flow. His muscles tensed. His meridians strained. But he forced himself to maintain the rhythm.

"Spiral… burst… spiral… burst…"

The monster flower lunged.

Wei Ji's eyes snapped open.

His hands came forward.

"Blooming Pulse."

The spell he released was nothing like his past life's technique. It wasn't neat, clean, or elegant. It looked like raw light bursting free from cracks in reality. A spiral of pinkish white Qi shot forward and slammed into the monster's vine limbs.

BOOM!

The courtyard shook.

The monster flower was thrown back several steps. Vines snapped. Thorns flew into the air like broken shards. Even the petals rippled violently from the shock.

Wei Ji stared in shock.

"…It worked?"

The monster flower roared in pain.

Wei Ji blinked.

Then he smirked.

"Oh it worked."

The plant monster lunged again, enraged. Its main bloom opened, firing a blast of corrosive spiritual wind toward him.

Wei Ji's fingers moved fast.

He repeated the pattern.

Spiral. Pulse. Spiral. Pulse.

Qi surged into his arm like a beating heart.

He thrust forward.

"Blooming Pulse!"

Another spiral blast erupted from his palm.

BOOOOM!

It collided with the corrosive wind and tore through it like a spear breaking through soft cloth. The energy smashed into the monster's core and sent petals flying everywhere.

Wei Ji coughed from the strain.

"This thing… uses so much energy…"

The monster flower shook violently, patched holes in its petals glowing a deep angry red. It lunged again, faster this time, vines whipping at Wei Ji's ankles.

Wei Ji jumped back but stumbled slightly. The chaotic Qi circulation was hard on his body. He wasn't used to exploding his Qi like Shaohua did so naturally.

But he didn't have time to slow down.

The monster flower's vines came from all directions.

Left.

Right.

Above.

Behind.

Wei Ji exhaled sharply.

"Fine then."

He closed his eyes again.

He let the chaotic spiral flood deeper.

He drew in spiritual air.

He let it burn through his meridians.

He forced it into rhythm.

His teeth clenched from the pain.

Then his eyes opened again, brighter and sharper than before.

The vines closed in.

Wei Ji spun once, releasing the technique in all directions.

"Blooming Pulse. Second bloom."

The blast this time came out as a wide spiral shockwave.

WHOOOOOM!

The courtyard exploded with light.

The vines recoiled violently, sliced and scattered. The monster flower staggered back, stunned by the sudden destructive burst.

Wei Ji pressed forward before it recovered.

He ran straight toward the monster.

"You came from her spiritual energy, right? Then take a taste of her spell, from me!"

He leaped, landed on one of the monster's thick vines, and used it as a springboard to jump higher. The main bloom opened, preparing another wind blast.

Wei Ji thrust both palms forward.

Qi spiraled, louder and sharper than before. It roared in his veins. His body shook from the pressure.

He didn't care.

He thought of Shaohua.

Her warmth.

Her smile.

Her terrifying spiritual nature.

Her effortless mastery of chaos.

He poured all of that into his strike.

"Blooming Pulse. Final bloom!"

His palms struck the glowing core.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A massive explosion of spiral Qi engulfed the monster flower. Petals ripped apart like torn banners. Vines shattered. The glowing core cracked and burst open with a wave of hot spiritual wind.

The force hurled Wei Ji backward.

He slammed into the ground, rolled three times, and came to a stop beside a small stone lantern.

He groaned.

"Ow… that really hurts…"

The courtyard slowly filled with smoke and drffting petals.

Wei Ji forced himself to sit up.

Through the haze, he saw the monster flower collapse. Its vines twitched once, then fell limp. The pink glow inside faded away like a dying ember.

Silence returned.

Wei Ji exhaled long and deep.

"…Finally."

He pushed himself to his feet, legs trembling slightly.

That was the first time he had ever used Shaohua's Qi method. And he felt like he had been kicked by a spirit ox.

But he also felt something warm and proud inside him.

"I actually made her technique work…"

He wiped sweat from his forehead.

Then he stared at the remains of the monster flower, still steaming from the impact.

One final thought formed in his mind, heavy and reluctant.

"…Should I clean this before she sees it?"

He rested his hand on his hip and sighed.

"And should I really avoid using the formation…?"

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