CH 134

Fifty-nine Dragons (3)

refining another batch of elixirs based on her most recent experience.

This time, she added the rhizomes and leaves of the Spirit Returning fruit, and also some parts of the Chimebell grass and Qingyu flower that contained impurities but not so much as to be unusable. Carefully, she removed the impurities with her spiritual energy, but wasn’t too concerned about the bits that couldn’t be removed, taking this process as just an experiment. Surprisingly, the ingredients were successfully refined into elixirs.

There were still not quite the same as the ones sold in the shop, but at least they were now round. Colour-wise, they were still more orange than brown, and she yielded more pills this time. There were only three in the previous batch, but six this time—it was double the amount.

Mu Wanwan kept the pills away. Feeling that she still had a lot of spiritual energy left, she decided not to rest.  he didn’t rest. This time, she used a lot more ingredients and spent much more spiritual energy, and successfully refined a batch of twelve pills. At the end of it, she was completely drained and exhausted.

She put the pills away and cleaned up. By the time she came out of the room, the sky was already full of stars.

She stood in the courtyard and looked out at the emptiness. Clutching her jade bottle of eighteen pills, she couldn’t help but break into a smile. This was about two bottles worth of Spirit Returning Pills, and according to market price, they would fetch around two medium-grade spirit stones.

Two medium-grade spirit stones! Even if she split that with Uncle Zong, she would still have a lot left. Besides, there were still a few more days to go before the next market day, so she could refine many more. Also, the price of the Condensed Snow Pill was much higher than the Spirit Returning Pill; she would try refining it tomorrow.

Moreover, wasn’t the Condensed Snow Pill supposed to be good for the demon race? Perhaps Mengmeng and Mister Long would benefit from it too.

Mu Wanwan felt as if a road to wealth was slowly opening up in front of her! If her elixirs also had the effect of dispelling curses and she managed to make connections because of that, she wouldn’t have anything to fear from the likes of Bai Shuiyao (*^▽^*)

“This is great.”

The hair framing Mu Wanwan’s face was lifted in the cool night breeze. She looked up at the sky full of stars, and their bright light shone rays of hope in her eyes, brushing away the fatigue of a hard day’s work.

Her long hair scattered loosely around her, and her sleeves fluttered in the breeze, making her seem very thin. Mister Long had been accompanying her with his spiritual consciousness all the while from when she was refining pills, and the sight made his heart ache.

He couldn’t help himself. Pursing his lips, he wrapped his spiritual consciousness around her like a piece of clothing, blocking some of the cold wind blowing on her body.

“Mister Long…” said Mu Wanwan suddenly. A certain dragon’s ears twitched in fright, and his breathing became a little unsteady.

But he quickly calmed down. His wife hadn’t reached Rank 4 yet, so she shouldn’t have discovered his spiritual consciousness.

However, he restrained himself a little and retracted his spiritual consciousness slowly and quietly placed it on her hand. His chest was slightly hot—she had called his name; she was thinking about him.

What did his wife want to say? Mister Long knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help being expectant. His heart pounded loudly, and the river of beautiful stars was entirely ignored and relegated to a mere backdrop.

In his world, there was only her.

Mu Wanwan smiled. She squeezed the cold jade bottle, unwittingly holding the invisible palm Mister Long created with his spiritual consciousness. Thinking of the man’s careful and cautious manner, she actually found that she was really looking forward to many things.

She was looking forward to him waking up, looking forward to his recovery, looking forward to him blatantly calling her his wife, and looking forward to learning his real name.

“I will work hard to make money.” Mu Wanwan was very determined. She would definitely work hard to earn many, many spirit stones, and work hard to refine many, many elixirs, so that he can get well soon.

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a knife smeared with honey, stabbing right through his chest and into his heart, carving out deep marks.

She was so good, so very good—that he knew.

Mister Long’s knuckles turned white. Unable to restrain himself, the corners of his lips rose, then fell, and his spiritual consciousness imprinted on her temple, making its way all the way to her lips, then finally wrapping around her hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

The author has something to say:

Mister Long, “My wife is so, so good QAQ”