“Wait a moment!” Mrs. Jenny had been a neighbor for over a decade, so without hesitation she went to fetch it for him. But after handing it over, she hesitated slightly and said, “Little Robert, be careful. Things outside the town haven’t been very peaceful lately. Don’t wander around in the woods.”

A year ago, a middle-aged druid arrived outside the town and, with the baron’s permission, took up residence in the forest. At the baron’s invitation, he also selected some young people to receive druid training.

Since then, Robert Miller had often gone into the forest alone.

“Oh? When has it ever been peaceful?” Robert Miller asked. “But what exactly happened?”

“It seems those short, green-skinned goblins killed someone,” the woman said. “My husband saw a notice on the mayor’s bulletin board not long ago—Lord Baron has posted a reward for it.”

Robert Miller wanted to ask for more details, but it was clear she didn’t know much either; all he heard was that fresh scalps were required as proof.

Robert Miller had no choice but to leave. At this time of night, in the distance, the arrow towers on the stone walls could be seen faintly, with soldiers patrolling. Robert Miller didn’t dare get close.

To guard against wild beasts or dangerous vagrants outside the town, the gates were closed at night and soldiers were stationed to defend them. Anyone who tried to climb over the wall would be killed without exception.

Robert Miller didn’t need to leave the walls for now. Relying on his memory, he found an inconspicuous spot beside the temple, where there was a clump of grass. Since autumn was approaching, some of it had even started to turn yellow.

As long as there were seeds not yet recorded in the space, and they were planted into a patch—at least enough to allow for generational propagation—the space would undergo a change.

The requirement for generational propagation wasn’t high, but it still needed twenty or thirty plants.

It was autumn now, so finding these wasn’t hard, but not easy either. This grass was a kind of medicinal herb, and there happened to be a large clump here.

Robert Miller carefully dug them up, extracting all twenty-some plants. Seeing no one around, he hid in a corner, and as soon as he loosened his hand, the grass vanished into thin air.

At the same time, the Shennong horn mark on his body glowed briefly.

As soon as Robert Miller focused his mind on the space, he noticed it was bright inside, and a message appeared: “New plant species detected, please name it.”

“Nightmoon Grass!” Robert Miller answered without hesitation. This was the name from his memory, from this world.

Immediately, the entire space lit up.

Robert Miller wasn’t surprised; he’d encountered this before on Earth. He planted all the dozen or so grasses in the ground and fetched spring water to irrigate them.

After finishing, filled with immense joy, Robert Miller snapped back to reality.

Once the Nightmoon Grass was planted, a faint green light appeared—that was the recorded data. For now, it was blank, but after some time, it would show their status and medicinal properties.

Letting out a breath, Robert Miller surveyed his space.

Golden light from the sky bathed everything. It came from a glowing orb suspended dozens of meters high, and a fragrance even fresher than rain permeated everywhere.

The entire sky was shrouded in a beautiful halo. Below was a field exuding the scent of earth, divided in half by a small stream. The stream was only twenty meters long, but its current was swift, the water cool and crystal clear, with some fish swimming inside.

On both sides of the stream, dozens of fruit trees and a small patch of wheat grew in the fields. The scenery was truly picturesque, with a faint mist carrying a fresh fragrance swirling throughout the space.

Between the fruit trees, flowers and medicinal herbs flourished in abundance.

After the last upgrade, the space had expanded to two acres, so a large new open area had appeared.

“Bluegrass, Dark Orchid, Trueleaf, Half-vine Flower, Butterfly Flower!” As he recited each name, data and uses for the herb would automatically appear above it. If he examined closely, he could even see a detailed medicinal analysis with references.

“I’m not a genius, I don’t have a photographic memory, but with the Shennong horn, there’s nothing to fear,” Robert Miller thought, preparing to experiment: “Virtual Bullhorn Flower seed!”

Immediately, a seed floated in the air, allowing Robert Miller to observe it from any angle.

“I’ll plant it,” Robert Miller said, a small trowel appearing in his hand as he dug a little hole. “Plant it twenty centimeters deep, add a quarter of water.”

“Advance virtual area time!”

The seed sprouted, grew green leaves, the stem thickened, and gradually, a mature Bullhorn Flower full of green leaves appeared.

Throughout the process, Robert Miller watched intently, breathing steadily, pausing the time flow as needed to water, loosen the soil, and weed, constantly achieving different results.

“Soil looseness increased by three percent, light intensity increased by five percent, air humidity increased by two percent—let’s try again!” Once finished, he repeated the process.

If anyone saw him, they would notice that during sowing and planting, his movements were skillful and natural, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had years of cultivation experience.

The Shennong horn wouldn’t analyze things on its own, which was his biggest regret. But once something was completed, everything would be recorded. That was the previous record—through repeated virtual planting, he could adjust to the most suitable soil and climate.