Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 The Circle

He had to get back to the town fast. Everyone needed to hear this.

Elizabeth needed hands, and they finally had a chance to earn a living through honest work.

The pepper–salt potato bites in the bowl had gone cold, but the faint aroma still made him swallow.

He clutched the bowl tight, terrified of spilling a single piece.

Selina and Yvonne are going to love this, he thought.

And Mr. Rose, and Mrs. Powell, and Mr. Powell…

After Timothy left, Elizabeth made herself a batch of mashed potatoes with gravy.

Creamy, savory, with a good kick of heat. Not bad at all.

She surveyed the vast, garbage–smothered clearing ahead. Turning it into the farm she envisioned would take an enormous amount of work.

Clearing trash, building fences, breaking ground–if she tried to shoulder all of it alone, she’d keel over.

Hiring help was non–negotiable.

But the moment outsiders came in, this land would no longer be a secret.

Which meant security measures had to go up first.

Especially after yesterday’s walk home from the recycling station, when she’d noticed a couple of “tails” skulking behind her.

She’d shaken them off halfway, but the fact remained: she’d been marked.

In a place with no law, greedy eyes never strayed far. It was only a matter of time before they found her.

Elizabeth’s gaze swept across the open ground.

She made her decision: a Grand Five–Element Sword Light Formation.

A sophisticated formation. Invisible sword intent lay dormant within its boundaries. The instant an unauthorized person set foot inside, countless razor–sharp beams of five–element sword light would erupt in an indiscriminate kill zone.

Better still, its power could be tuned by adjusting the spiritual energy fed into it.

At full charge, it could go from wounding Foundation Establishment cultivators to devastating Golden Core ones.

Thankfully, her trip to Centria Planet had left her well–stocked on energy stones.

9:39 am

Chapter 57 The Circle.

eFinished

The bulk of her low–grade stones–decent purity, stable output–were perfect for the Spiritbound Circle that would nourish the soil.

Her smaller supply of mid- and high–grade stones, with their concentrated energy and explosive burst potential, was ideal as the core power source for the lethal formation.

Elizabeth liked to do things right the first time.

She mapped the entire area–several acres, including her tent and the plots she’d already cultivated- within the formation’s protective perimeter.

To avoid friendly fire, she carefully lined the boundary with white stone chips she’d scavenged, creating a visible border.

Finally, she found a reasonably flat sheet of scrap metal and used charred wood to write a warning.

“Visitors: knock first. Trespassers enter at their own risk.”

As for the “knocking” mechanism: she hung a battered iron basin at the entrance, with a sturdy metal mallet beside it.

The setup consumed serious mental energy–especially embedding the mid- and high–grade stones precisely into the formation’s core nodes and using her own spiritual power to trace the intricate patterns.

When the last high–grade stone clicked into place, the entire formation pulsed with a brief glow, then vanished into thin air. Only Elizabeth could sense the invisible, razor–edged sword intent blanketing the land.

By the time she finished, the night was deep.

Elizabeth felt the exhaustion hit. She cast a quick cleansing technique to brush off the dust and sweat, then crawled into her tent.

The instant her body touched the air mattress, her eyelids dropped. She was out cold.

Even half–asleep, she muttered about making money, building a house, and installing a soaking tub.

She’d been here for days and hadn’t taken a single bath.

Even a cleansing technique couldn’t replace her deep, abiding need for a proper soak.

She slept hard–deep, dreamless and utterly still.

When she opened her eyes again, daylight was streaming through the tent walls.

She glanced at her device. 7:00 a.m., Elpharion Standard Time.

Stretching luxuriously, she pushed open the tent flap and stepped out, rolling her stiff neck.

She was mid–stretch when her entire body locked up. The rest of her yawn froze in her throat.

Holy-

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