How Can People Not Be in Trouble When They Are Drifting in the Fairy Gate?

Everyone said that Chen Xiaoyu was the least promising among their group of disciples. While her classmates were sweating profusely in the martial arts arena, she was telling stories to the seedlings in her spiritual field; while others were practicing hard in the Sutra Pavilion, she was studying how to use the small fireball technique to roast sweet potatoes to make them more fragrant. The hillside land she was assigned had thin soil, thin spiritual energy, and even the weeds grew weakly. The steward came to see her once and left shaking her head, convinced that she would be at the bottom of the year-end assessment. Chen Xiaoyu didn't care at all, and even built a crooked thatched pavilion on the hillside, euphemistically calling it the "Rain Watching Platform". She lay in the pavilion every day, eating the melon seeds she fried and burying the leftover melon seed shells in the soil. Until one day, the spirit crane mount of an inner sect elder passed by and rushed down like crazy, pecking at her land like crazy, even digging away three inches of soil. The elder followed closely. He wanted to scold him, but his eyes were suddenly fixed on the strange green sprouts that were dug out by the spirit crane. His expression changed drastically and his voice changed tone: "Girl! What you... What you grow in your land is the long-lost 'Bixia Xiancui'?! What did you use to grow it?" Chen Xiaoyu scratched his head and took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket: "Just use this, elder, would you like some too?"