Chapter 66: 66

Thirty-three Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan didn’t know how she survived the night. Worried that Mister Long would vomit blood again, she didn’t sleep at all. Fortunately, as she was now a Rank 2 cultivator, she was still very energetic after going one night without sleeping.

It was just that her spiritual energy was being used up a bit quicker.

Outside, the sky gradually brightened. Mister Long’s complexion seemed to look better than before, and he hadn’t vomited blood for about four to five consecutive hours. Mu Wanwan scrounged up the last bit of spiritual power in her body, cultivated the last Bixing grass seedling into a fruit, and fed it to Mister Long.

By now, all their Baizhen fruit and Bixing grass seedlings had been consumed. All that was left was half a ginseng, two packets of seeds, and a few silver and copper coins.

It could even be said that they had come to the end of their resources.

Mu Wanwan was very anxious; she was worried that Mister Long would vomit blood before she could cultivate the next batch of spiritual fruits. When that time came, she could really only rely on that piece of ginseng that was about to run out.

Mu Wanwan forced herself to calm down, grasping a handful of Mister Long’s furry ears to calm her mind before sitting down cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closing her eyes, and trying to absorb some of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

——In this continent shaped like a cat’s paw pad, there were many races, and each race had a different method of cultivation.

For instance, those of the witch’s tribe were born with witch power, allowing them to manipulate puppet insects and refine blood servant zombies—they specialised in methods that were on the sinister side. As for the demon clan, they were made up of great demons who had cultivated into human form—of course, this did not include the dragons. The Special Lifeforms Alliance consisted of the continent’s special beings that had peculiar talents and skills.

These three groups occupied one “toe bean” each, and together with Mister Long’s territory, shared the same rank division; only the human cultivators were the exception.

As the largest race on the continent, the human race was very capable in terms of reproduction and creativity, but they were too weak, and there were very few amongst them who had spiritual roots, not even necessarily one in 10,000 people. So, despite having the largest population, they were not able to occupy the largest territory.

Most of the human cultivators who lived in the dragons’ territory would choose to leave after reaching Rank 2 and go to the human cultivation world to seek a cultivation method that was more suitable for them.

The human cultivation world had another method of categorising ranks. For instance, Mu Wanwan’s previous Rank 1 was known as the Qi Refining stage in the cultivation world, Rank 2 was Foundation Establishment, Rank 3 was Core Formation, Rank 4 was Spirit Refining, Rank 5 was Nascent Soul, Rank 6 was Dimension Sundering, Rank 7 was Great Ascension, and after that, was immortality.

Although the original body’s father was a Rank 4 powerhouse, the Mu family used a very crude cultivation method, and what Mu Wanwan and Bai Shuiyao learned was a set of unorthodox techniques. She had wood-type spiritual roots, while Bai Shuiyao had water-type spiritual roots.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was abundant in some places and very thin in others.

For example, the place where Mu Wanwan and Mister Long lived now was originally the spot with the most abundant amount of spiritual energy in the entire dragon’s manor. But after Mister Long was defeated, Ao Qin modified the formation of the manor, and the spiritual energy in their little dwelling became thinner and thinner, so it was even faster to recover energy by sleeping than by cultivation.

But after waking up this time, Mu Wanwan felt that her perception of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was much better than before. She tried testing it out and cultivated for more than half an hour, and the spiritual energy in her body recovered by about one-tenth, which was the amount needed to cultivate one Bixing grass seedling to maturity.

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Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, took a Bixing grass seed and cultivated it into a fruit in one breath, then breathed a small sigh of relief.

When she slept, she used to be able to recover all her spiritual energy. However, she was only Rank 1 in the past, and all her spiritual energy wasn’t even a third of what it was now, and she usually slept for seven hours.

If she used these seven hours to practice cultivation instead of sleep, she could restore about seventy percent of her spiritual energy. Going by this calculation, it was more cost-effective.

Mu Wanwan carefully set aside the Bixing grass fruit, which was visibly more plump than those she had cultivated when she was Rank 1, and glanced at Mister Long again before hurrying off to wash the dirty clothes and quilt.

After washing the blanket, Mu Wanwan warmed up the steamed eggs and spiritual rice congee she had wanted to feed the dragon last night to eat, and after recovering some strength, she cultivated spiritual plants while keeping an eye on Mister Long’s condition.

By the time Mister Long had completely stopped vomiting blood and could finally eat some of the spiritual rice congee, Mu Wanwan had not slept for four consecutive days.

“Mister Long, I’m so tired.” Mu Wanwan entered the room with the last bit of spirit rice congee and couldn’t keep from complaining to the other living dragon in the room.

These days, the temperature had also dropped by a few degrees, and the weather had turned from sunny to cloudy, and it looked like it was about to rain again.

The house, which was already cold and deserted, seemed even colder.

She felt like she was living in isolation, living in a cycle of cultivating spiritual plants and feeding the dragon, and it was becoming a little too much to bear.

Mu Wanwan sat beside him and fed him the last bit of spiritual rice congee, then asked, “Mister Long, can I touch your ears?”

“I’ll take that as a yes if you don’t say anything,” Mu Wanwan said the words of one bullying a comatose dragon unflinchingly, eager to put her hands on Mister Long’s white ears.

Ah~ it was so soft! Even though the area wasn’t large, the fine and soft fur was really healing!

She felt as if the exhaustion that had accumulated these days had been swept away by the pair of furry ears.

After stroking them for a while to satisfy the itch in her heart, Mu Wanwan let go reluctantly, sighed in resignation, and continued to dig soil and cultivate spiritual plants.

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