CH 135

Sixty Dragons (1)

Amid refining elixirs and Mister Long’s cautious experiments, time passed quickly, and the day to go out arrived in the blink of an eye.

These days, Mu Wanwan woke up early and slept late, trying to make the most of her time to refine more pills.

Her main focus was on refining the Spirit Returning Pill, and she could refine four to five batches a day, with about ten pills in each batch. However, she didn’t always succeed in pill refinement every time, as minor errors in control could cause the entire cauldron of pills to fail. So, her daily income now averaged around three medium-grade spirit stones.

Even if she had to split the earnings with Uncle Zong, it was still a fortune!

As for the materials, Mu Wanwan discarded the parts that couldn’t be used to refine pills, but she still used the rhizomes of the Spirit Returning Fruit and the Qingyu Flower that contained impurities as she could remove about 80% of them. One reason was that she didn’t want the pills she refined to be too unique, and the other was that if she only used the most essential part with minimal impurities, she wouldn’t have enough materials. Even if she had cultivated a lot of seedlings during her previous enlightenment, it wouldn’t be enough for many batches of pills.

She also tried to refine the Condensed Snow Pill, which was much more difficult than the Spirit Returning Pill. After failing another two times, she discarded all the parts with impurities and used up all the Condensed Snow plants, and finally successfully refined five Condensed Snow Pills in the afternoon.

When the Condensed Snow Pills were condensing in the elixir cauldron, Mengmeng’s little eyes were almost glued to them.

Mu Wanwan was also very happy. The process of condensing the Condensed Snow Pills was very different from that of the Spirit Returning Pill. With a rich floral fragrance, five round white pills floated above the elixir cauldron, emitting a radiant white light.

Mu Wanwan quickly retrieved the pills and sealed them in a jade bottle——

At first, she had no experience and didn’t know that the elixirs would lose a lot of their potency when exposed to the air, so experienced alchemists usually sealed elixirs away at the moment they were formed.

“Chirp~” Mengmeng breathed in the fragrance in the air and tilted its head, desperately rubbing against the jade bottle in Mu Wanwan’s hand, attempting to get a Condensed Snow Pill by being cute.

“Haha, that tickles,” Mu Wanwan patted its little head but did not continue to indulge Mengmeng.

It could eat the Spirit Returning Pill, but the Condensed Snow Pill was a very important item that might not be available for sale outside. It was very important to both Uncle Zong and Mister Long.

She planned to give two of the five pills to Uncle Zong and the rest to Mister Long.

Uncle Zong had helped them too much. Without Uncle Zong and Auntie Yun, she wouldn’t have been able to earn spirit stones to cultivate spiritual plants, refine pills, and raise a dragon. She would probably have been reduced to eating coarse grain and spoilt vegetables by now.

Now that she had a bit of power, she had to repay their kindness.

Mengmeng was a sensible bird and didn’t insist. It just chirped twice in disappointment, blinked its eyes, and changed its target. It made a sweet chirping sound, hoping for a Spirit Returning Pill without impurities.

Mu Wanwan pinched its little wings and planned to feed it later at night.

Most of the Spirit Returning Fruits, Chimebell Grass, and Qingyu Flowers had been refined into Spirit Returning Pills that had some impurities, and some of them had been refined into irregularly-shaped orange-yellow Spirit Returning Pills.

Together with the ones she made previously, she now had 123 ordinary Spirit Returning Pills, 25 impurity-free Spirit Returning Pills, and five Condensed Snow Pills.

“That’s It for today.” Mu Wanwan put away the elixir cauldron and cleaned the side hall. For once, she didn’t just eat spiritual fruit for dinner. Instead, she cooked some spiritual rice porridge and stir-fried some vegetables for herself.

As for Mister Long…

He still ate spiritual fruit.

The Baizhen Fruits that tasted like oranges and had the texture of rotten apples (￣︶￣)

Who asked him not to wake up yet? Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, feeling a little down.

She thought she had been pretty obvious. These past few nights, she would wait until the dragon secretly took her hand to see what he was going to do before falling asleep.

But on the first night, Mister Long just awkwardly pressed her head against his shoulder, and that was it.

On the second night, a certain dragon gave her two pecks on her forehead, called her “Wife” a couple of times, and that was all.

On the third night, the timid dragon took her hand and in a rather cheesy gesture, placed it on his chest for a while, then fell asleep while holding her hand. In fact, Mu Wanwan didn’t understand what he was thinking (:з」∠).

Mu Wanwan was completely baffled. At first, she was very afraid of Mister Long, worried that he was as cruel and bloodthirsty as they said outside.

But these days, from the moment she found out that he was awake until now, he has been extremely careful, afraid of disturbing her. The way he acted made Mu Wanwan suspect that he truly hadn’t realised that she was just pretending to be asleep and already knew that he was feigning sleep.

She tested him for a few nights, and the response she got was such tender care.

Mu Wanwan washed her hands clean and pressed her wet fingertips against her burning cheeks as if she could suppress the heat this way.

There must be something wrong with her, for her to think that the terrifying-looking Mister Long who snuck around every day… was actually very cute.

Perhaps… she really harboured some thoughts about Mister Long?

Regardless of whether she was willing to admit it or not, that hint of ambiguous affection was brewing gradually and uncontrollably.

Mu Wanwan walked out of the kitchen light-headedly, looking up at the setting sun——

Speaking of which, the weather has been very good these days.

Although the temperature has gradually decreased, there was a warm sun every day, and the clouds were gilded with gold, like sweet marshmallows that have been burnished.