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Chen Xuan returned to the watermelon field. He spotted the Watermelon Demon sitting on the ridge with its chin resting on its hands, looking both comical and endearing.
"Have you eaten?" Chen Xuan asked, bringing over instant noodles and hot water.
"Master!" The Watermelon Demon quickly stood up, feeling awkward. "I’m a demon; it doesn’t matter if I skip a meal."
"Is that so?" Chen Xuan paused, thinking that if more demons showed up to help him out, he could save quite a bit on food expenses.
"What have you been doing today?" Chen Xuan plopped down next to the Watermelon Demon casually.
"Not much, just taking care of the watermelons for you," the Watermelon Demon replied with an embarrassed smile.
"Taking care of the watermelons? That sounds like you didn’t do much at all." Chen Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle. With his ten acres of watermelons about to ripen, there was really nothing left to do; in a few days, they would be ready for harvest.
The Watermelon Demon’s so-called "taking care" seemed more like an excuse in Chen Xuan's eyes.
"Get some rest early," Chen Xuan said, patting the Watermelon Demon on the shoulder as he stood up to head back to the wooden cabin.
"You go ahead and sleep first; I’ll stay up for a bit," the Watermelon Demon hurriedly replied.
Without looking back, Chen Xuan waved his hand and entered the wooden cabin.
The cabin was something Chen Xuan had built a few months ago; it wasn’t large and contained only some farming tools and half a bag of fertilizer.
Lying on his bed, Chen Xuan pondered how much money he would need to hire help for the watermelon harvest and how he would sell them afterward. As he drifted off into a deep sleep, he felt his mind slowly fade away.
Creak.
The door opened quietly, and the Watermelon Demon cautiously stepped inside. It glanced at the sleeping Chen Xuan before carefully picking up a hoe and lifting the half bag of fertilizer. Stealthily, it exited the wooden cabin.
Arriving at the watermelon field, the Watermelon Demon continued the work it hadn’t finished during the day.
Having practiced for three hundred years, the Watermelon Demon was still just a humble little creature in the Demon Realm, with skills so poor they could hardly be considered useful. Now sealed by the Celestial Messenger and stripped of its powers, this was indeed one of the Watermelon Demon’s most vulnerable moments.
In many ways, it was no different from an ordinary human.
However, a demon was still a demon; there remained a distinction between them and mere mortals.
After three hundred years of cultivation, absorbing the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, he was reborn! Every inch of his bones and blood was a rare treasure! This was the essence of a demon!
Holding a hoe, the Watermelon Demon strolled through the watermelon field. With ten acres of land and thousands of watermelons, each one appeared to him as a vibrant, living entity.
As he passed by one watermelon, it immediately sent out a message: "I’m dying from the heat during the day; please cover me with some leaves!" The Watermelon Demon silently pulled a few vines and draped them over the watermelon.
"Much better!" The watermelon emitted a sound of joy and comfort.
The Watermelon Demon continued on his way.
"I'm thirsty!" a plump watermelon communicated. "If you don’t give me water soon, I’ll wither away."
His eyes glimmered as he gently patted the watermelon. "Just wait a moment."
He moved forward again.
"I'm hungry; please give me some fertilizer! There’s not enough in the soil!"
"Help me turn over!"
"I have a bug on me; can you help me get rid of it?"
"Loosen the soil for me!"
"Who’s grown roots here? Can you make them shrink back?"
Messages flowed into the Watermelon Demon’s mind, but he felt no annoyance. He carefully tended to each watermelon. Weeding, loosening the soil, and fertilizing—he did not miss a single task, just as he would when planting watermelons for the Demon King in the Demon Realm.
By the time he finished tending to about ten acres of watermelons, it was already deep into the night, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
But this was not yet over. The Watermelon Demon returned to his wooden hut and brought out a bucket. He filled it to the brim with water, then carefully cut his fingertip to squeeze out drops of fresh red blood that emitted a fragrant aroma.
The blood mixed into the water. This was the Watermelon Demon’s essence blood, which had a profound effect on watermelons.
He lifted the bucket and scooped out ladles of water, pouring them over the watermelons.
The watermelons emitted sounds of joy and comfort as they visibly became plump and round, their patterns clear and looking remarkably appealing.
The inside of the watermelon, which appeared to be a light pink, had transformed into a deep red, incredibly sweet!
Step, step.
A sneaky figure approached.
It was Chen Dashan.
Having spent the night playing cards in a neighboring village, Chen Dashan was on his way back to Chen Family Village, his stomach growling with hunger. As he passed by Chen Xuan's watermelon field, it ignited the cravings in his belly!
Chen Dashan cautiously approached the watermelon field, looking up at the watermelons and exclaiming in surprise, "Not bad at all! This kid Chen Xuan is indeed a graduate of Famous Agricultural University; he really knows how to grow watermelons!"
"Let me have a taste first."
Excitedly rubbing his hands together, Chen Dashan was just about to step into the field when he noticed a plump figure nearby watering the plants.
"What are you watering at this hour?"
Chen Dashan muttered to himself, curiosity piqued. He felt an inexplicable urge to move closer. Under the bright moonlight, he saw a very unbalanced-looking fat man pouring water.
Chen Dashan raised an eyebrow, feeling a wave of hesitation wash over him.
"You are too greedy!" the fat man suddenly scolded in a low voice. "You’re just an ordinary watermelon, a lifeless thing without any spirit. How dare you act so arrogantly before me!"
"Borrow? What do you have to borrow? Do you know what happens if you can’t pay it back?"
As he spoke, the fat man lifted his foot and crushed one of the watermelons on the ground.
Splash!
Juice splattered everywhere.
"Hmph! You don’t know your place!" The Watermelon Demon snorted triumphantly and continued watering.
Chen Dashan watched this scene, his body trembling uncontrollably, his hands and feet cold, and cold sweat trickling down his back.
With great difficulty, he began to back away step by step.
It wasn’t until he reached the road that Chen Dashan let out a scream and took off running.
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