CH 92

Forty-two Dragons (3)

This was a little pattern she discovered over the past few days. She could use the speed at which the seeds absorbed spiritual energy to gauge their vitality before officially cultivating them. If the absorption was fast, the success rate would often be high.

Although her spiritual energy was somewhat special, it was not impossible for her to fail halfway through the cultivation. After a few failures, Mu Wanwan had developed the habit of testing before she started growing it.

Unfortunately, after testing out several seeds one after another, none of them had higher vitality than the first one.

Frowning slightly, Mu Wanwan roughly understood why the Grade 2 spiritual plants were more difficult to cultivate than the Grade 1 ones. She did not continue to waste her spiritual energy on testing the vitality of the remaining seeds, but buried the first seed in the soil and began.

After about six or seven minutes and spending about one-fifth of her spiritual energy, the shell of the first seed broke with great effort from her, and three tender green buds grew out slowly under her expectant gaze.

With a sigh of relief, Mu Wanwan stopped channeling her spiritual energy, took a break, then picked up another Bixing grass seed and started cultivating it.

But her luck wasn’t always so good. The next two seeds failed to grow and exploded in the soil. The impact caused the moist soil to burst out and smear all over her face.

Mu Wanwan: “......”

Alright, nothing was ever easy. She wiped her face calmly and continued.

She continued to fail a few more times, and only had another success with her seventh seed.

It took almost the whole afternoon and all her spiritual energy for Mu Wanwan to finally cultivate three spiritual plants.

She brought the three hard-earned pots of tender shoots to the courtyard, found a place with good sunlight, and sorted out the best spot for the three trembling shoots. Then, she took in the dried bedding and laundry.

Her movements made some noise when she returned to the room, waking Mengmeng up.

“Chirp~”

It was probably a very young bird and would fall asleep easily after eating every day. However, it never slept for very long and would wake up easily during the day, acting like a spoiled child as soon as it woke.

But the good thing was, it made her days less boring.

With a smile in her eyes, Mu Wanwan touched the feathery scarf around Mengmeng’s neck, getting a gentle nudge in return.

Her palm ticklish, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided Mengmeng’s wound and touched its little head. Seeing the small rope that was still tied to its feet, she thought for a while and said softly in a negotiating tone, “Mengmeng, I’ll untie your rope, but don’t run about, okay?”

“Chirp~”

Mengmeng chirped a few times, sounding like it was promising her that it would never run about.

Mu Wanwan untied its rope. Actually, she didn’t want to keep Mengmeng tethered either— after all, it had only been able to stay in one spot all this while while looking at her from time to time, which was really quite pitiful.

Moreover, the little chirp was not Mister Long, who couldn’t move. If possible, Mu Wanwan wanted to make Mengmeng’s life better.

She had heard that the lifespan of this kind of tit wasn't very long. Generally, it was considered to have had a long life if it could live for more than ten years. Mu Wanwan didn’t want to keep Mengmeng caged up. Besides, every creature would be full of curiosity about the world no matter what kind of creature it was, right?

Just like little Mister Long.

“Chirp!” Probably sensing that she was a little down, the freed little chirp took the initiative to rub against her palm.

“Mengmeng is such a good child.” Mu Wanwan was warmed by it, and she felt slightly better.

“Chirp~” Mengmeng rubbed against her palm again, then waved its wings in a human-like manner and began to move step by step—

It still couldn’t move at ease and walked a little shakily, but perhaps because it had been better nourished recently, Mu Wanwan felt that it seemed to be a little more feathery.

Mengmeng walked along the bedside table wonkily. Feeling a little happy at the sight, she was thinking that it was a good thing to let the feather ball move about more when she saw it jump from the bedside table to the jade bed all at once.

Mu Wanwan was somewhat panicked— after all, there was some distance from the bedside table to the bed. She looked at the featherball anxiously and was relieved to find that it was hopping around the bed in a lively manner.

But she still wanted to stop the feather ball. After all, although she had cleaned up this little fellow and Mengmeng’s claws were not dirty, the quilt would get dirtied easily if it hopped about on the bed like that!!

“Mengmeng...”

Mu Wanwan went to the bed and wanted to pick up Mengmeng, and saw that although this little chirp was very small, its movements were extremely agile. Mu Wanwan felt that it would be simply impossible to pick it up gently, and just watched as it hopped from the jade bed to the quilt, and then…

…onto Mister Long’s body?!

“Mengmeng!”

Mu Wanwan called out its name. While chirping, Mengmeng hopped all the way onto Mister Long’s face as if looking for something, before stopping at one of his furry ears.

Then, it rubbed against his furry ear affectionately and chirped happily.

Mu Wanwan: “……”

The author has something to say.

In those years, the comatose dragon that was bullied by a feathery chirp—

Mister Long (through gritted teeth), “This feather chirp is my enemy for life.”