CH 122

Fifty-five Dragons (1)

It was three days later in the afternoon when Mu Wanwan fully emerged from her flow.

As soon as she regained her senses, she felt as though every single pore on her self was covered with a layer of something, which made her very uncomfortable. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pile of seedlings and discarded seeds in front of her.

Only a few of the seeds she had set aside as backup were left. There were seedlings and budding plants all over the table and floor. At a cursory glance, there was no way to estimate how many there were.

Mu Wanwan touched her face, and her palm was all greasy and dirty.

Had her cultivation advanced in rank again?

She hurriedly looked inwardly within herself——

Most of the spiritual energy that had been liquefied in her dantian had turned into a small golden core.

It wasn’t big—in fact, it wasn’t even exactly complete. It was misshapen, but truly solid. A semi-circular golden core with several gaps was suspended in her dantian, surrounded by a dense spiritual energy that swirled around it.

A core formed!

D-Did she just become a Rank 3 cultivator?

Wasn’t it said that it was very, very difficult to go from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Golden Core stage, and that without the aid of elixirs, the success rate was low and painful? Why did she feel that it wasn’t that difficult?

After a brief moment of surprise and shock, Mu Wanwan was overjoyed, though there was a little bit of mixed feelings in her happiness——

She never even thought that she was so extraordinarily gifted. At first, she only thought her spiritual energy might be a little special, but she never expected that she would be able to accomplish the feat of experiencing flow and advancing painlessly without elixirs or spirit stones.

But before she could enjoy her happiness for long, she was brought to her senses by Mengmeng’s resentful chirping.

“Chirp…” Mengmeng was looking especially dispirited, lying in its nest that was all dirty. Even the ring of feathers around its neck was a little black and it was exuding an extremely aggrieved air.

Mu Wanwan’s heart softened instantly. Even though Mengmeng had dirtied its nest, she didn’t get very angry either. After all, she was now also covered in dirt.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng chirped loudly, then covered its head with its small wings, like a cold and indifferent bird who didn’t want to talk to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She had raised the little chirp for some time now, and was much more familiar with some of Mengmeng’s little temperaments than she was with Mister Long. From the way Mengmeng was acting now, she could see that it was very unhappy.

In fact, Mengmeng had never been just an ordinary bird to her. Its awareness was much higher than the cats and dogs of the modern world, and it could even express its emotions. Mengmeng was probably angry this time because she had been undergoing flow for several days and hadn’t paid it any attention.

Food-wise, Mu Wanwan wasn’t too worried about Mengmeng being hungry. She would sometimes cultivate some Bixing grass and Baizhen fruit seeds in between cultivating spiritual plants, and the surplus food at home was enough for Mengmeng to eat for at least ten days.

However, she still had to coax it a bit.

Mu Wanwan carefully avoided the seedlings on the ground, took out a Grade 2 Bixing grass seed from her interdimensional pouch, then walked straight to the feathery chirp and poked its little wings carefully. Mengmeng remained in its tantrum for a while, then cautiously poked its head out and opened its eyes to look at her.

Mu Wanwan spread out her palm to show the seed in her palm. She was still a little uncomfortable when channelling her spiritual energy, but soon, a glowing green aura emitted from her palm.

That Bixing grass seed that could only grow in soil broke out of its shell just like that, and slowly grew into a tender seedling. Then, right before Mengmeng’s eyes, little by little, it became a translucent fruit that was larger and more fragrant than those from before!

Spineless Mengmeng succumbed to the power of food_(:з」∠)

The feathery chirp slowly climbed up and stretched out its small wings to hug the fruit that was almost as big as its body, then dragged it backwards with all its might. As it used too much force, it toppled over backwards and let out a chirpy cry.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She can’t—Mengmeng had its pride, so Mu Wanwan had to hold back her laughter.

Mengmeng was stunned by the fall. It was dazed for several seconds before getting up and gave a small chirp. Ignoring Mu Wanwan, it carried the fruit and bumbled away with difficulty.

Mu Wanwan thought that if it continued like this, the tragedy of just now would repeat right away. As much as Mengmeng was really cute like this, she couldn’t let it strain itself.

“Where does Mengmeng want to go?” Mu Wanwan carefully ignored the small resistance the feather chirp put up, and held it in her hands together with the fruit.

“Chirp…” Finding that its resistance was futile, Mengmeng put down the fruit it was holding heavily and pointed to the door.

Mu Wanwan picked her way around the various seedlings scattered on the ground and brought the feather chirp to the courtyard——

Right away, she saw the spirit chicks that were cooped up in the cage.

They were huddled together, and their bodies were all dirty. There were several rotten fruit peels in the cage that were emitting a foul odor…