Upon arriving at White Python Lake, Cheng Xiaofan went into the mountains to search for strong, usable bamboo, and it had to be over a hundred years old.
This type of bamboo was mostly sturdy and durable. After being imbued with the spiritual energy of the space, it would turn golden yellow. When made into pavilions and furniture, it could supposedly last for a thousand years without decay.
Fortunately, such bamboo was abundant in the primeval forest. Without spending too much time, Cheng Xiaofan found a large bamboo grove.
Within this grove, Cheng Xiaofan scanned his surroundings and discovered many top-tier bamboos over a thousand years old.
The lifespan of ordinary bamboo was forty to eighty years.
A rare, premium variety of bamboo lived for no more than about six hundred years.
Bamboos over a thousand years old, almost becoming sentient, were even rarer.
This bamboo was extremely hard. For ordinary people to cut it, even if their knives became dull, it might take half a day to fell a single stalk.
Fortunately, Cheng Xiaofan was an exception; he was by no means an ordinary person.
Or, you might as well not consider him a human at all.
Cheng Xiaofan immediately took out a large cleaver from his spatial ring and infused it with a surge of dragon power. In an instant, a golden light flashed on the blade.
He raised the cleaver and swung it towards the base of a thousand-year-old bamboo stalk.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the bamboo stalk, nearly as thick as a bucket and over fifty meters tall, fell to the ground.
It was said that the tallest and thickest bamboo in the world grew in Xishuangbanna, Yunnan Province, reaching over thirty meters high and known as Dragon Bamboo.
Clearly, the bamboo Cheng Xiaofan had discovered was a variety of Dragon Bamboo, specifically Giant Dragon Bamboo.
Using this bamboo to build a pavilion would be the best material in the world.
Before long, Cheng Xiaofan had cut a large pile of Giant Dragon Bamboo, which he then transferred to the Shen Nong Space. Afterward, Cheng Xiaofan entered the space.
Fortunately, the space was large enough. The long bamboo stalks did not crush any of the plants inside.
Especially the few pots of thousand-year-old ginseng placed inside; if the ginseng seedlings were damaged, Cheng Xiaofan would have truly wept without tears.
The good thing was that the Shen Nong Space was filled with a mysterious power.
No matter how many things were placed inside, they would always be categorized by that mysterious force and neatly stacked aside.
Next, Cheng Xiaofan began to build the pavilion.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and started to play the program for making a bamboo pavilion in his mind.
As the meticulously envisioned scenes played out in his mind, the bamboo stalks piled nearby seemed to be picked up by invisible giants. They were sawed into sections and split into planks according to the required material sizes, then polished.
As for the waste material, it turned into powder, fermented, and became fertilizer, seeping into the soil.
Once all materials were prepared, they began to automatically assemble into the basic structure of the pavilion.
It took nearly half a morning for the entire pavilion to be assembled.
Cheng Xiaofan decided to build the pavilion on a sunny, flat slope in front of Tiertian Mountain, with his back to the mountain and facing the lake. It faced north and south, which, according to feng shui, meant it was surrounded by mountains and embraced by water, gathering wind and accumulating energy, creating a harmonious and balanced environment with Yin and Yang in equilibrium.
After emerging from his spatial ring, he went directly to the sunny slope and used his mind to retrieve the bamboo pavilion from the space, placing it steadily on the flat ground.
Subsequently, he mentally embedded one hundred and eight bamboo stakes deep into the ground around the foundation of the pavilion.
With the reinforcement of these stakes, even a seventeen-level typhoon would not be able to shake the bamboo pavilion Cheng Xiaofan had built with his spiritual power.
Gazing at the exquisite bamboo pavilion standing before him, Cheng Xiaofan nodded with satisfaction. He estimated that even a world-class bamboo master could not build such a beautiful and practical bamboo pavilion.
More importantly, this bamboo pavilion, made within the Shen Nong Space, had been imbued with powerful spiritual energy, making it extremely sturdy.
Not only did its surface exhibit a golden hue, but when struck with a heavy object, it emitted a metallic clang. It was impervious to fire and immune to water damage.
The bamboo pavilion was built, but the interior was empty.
Cheng Xiaofan's next task was to craft various bamboo furniture.
However, overall, making furniture was much simpler than building this pavilion.
At noon, Cheng Xiaofan dug up wild vegetables in the mountains, washed them, and filtered them with spiritual energy to fill his stomach for lunch.
In fact, for a inheritor of Shen Nong, any plant growing in the world undoubtedly had its corresponding value.
As long as Cheng Xiaofan's gaze swept over the miscellaneous growth on the ground in the mountains, he would know which items could fill his stomach and even provide some nutritional value.
Even inedible items, with a little processing by spiritual energy, could become very delicious food.
After satisfying his appetite, Cheng Xiaofan entered the space again.
The remaining bamboo in the space was enough to make furniture.
While others used a pile of tools like axes, saws, and measuring lines, working noisily and busily to craft a piece of furniture, he, just like when manufacturing the pavilion, simply sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and imagined the style of the furniture he wanted. Piece by piece, various types of furniture appeared.
However, by the time this batch of furniture was made, it was already pitch dark. Cheng Xiaofan himself was completely exhausted and collapsed on the ground.
Although he had spent the entire day working in the space, which seemed leisurely, it had consumed an excessive amount of his dragon power.
Cheng Xiaofan swallowed ten energy pills and drank a pot of steaming golden tea, finally managing to catch his breath.
That night, he did not return to the back mountain. He took a quilt and other necessities from his boat and chose a bedroom in the bamboo pavilion he had built to rest for the night.
The first ray of morning sunlight, filtering through the window and illuminating Cheng Xiaofan, immediately woke him.
He leaped out of bed and went onto the balcony, stretching his arms out towards the east. He smiled faintly and said to himself, "Heh heh, a new day has arrived!"
Indeed!
A new day had arrived!
Gazing at the lake and mountain scenery before him, Cheng Xiaofan felt a surge of emotion.
At that time, he was determined to find a way to transform this place into the world's number one tourist destination.
Of course, not just anyone would be allowed to visit this place for tourism.
That was a plan for the future, and he would talk about it when the time came.
Thinking about it now was pointless.
Ring ring!
Just as Cheng Xiaofan was about to prepare something to eat, his phone rang.
He opened his phone and saw that the call was from Harrygen from Great Britain. Had this fellow already arrived here?
Was he in such a hurry to deliver money?