"Grandma …" He sniffed and tears flowed out. He weakly stretched out his two chubby paws, only to see a wooden hairpin that had been broken into two pieces in his palm. It was the one that was given to him yesterday.
Zhu Yao frowned.
"Junior Sister said that she doesn't want anything other than the Dharma artifacts in Tranquil Valley." He wiped his tears and said with an aggrieved expression, "Martial Uncle Qu even broke …"
"Good girl, don't cry." Zhu Yao's heart instantly softened.
Little tyrant, however, felt even more wronged. He threw himself into her embrace, and began to wail. "Grandma, Little Bai broke your wooden hairpin. Are you not going to like Little Bai anymore?"
Silly child, so this was what he was worried about.
"No, if the wooden hairpin is broken, then it's broken. I'm not angry."
"Really?" He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears.
"It's true."
Only then did he feel relieved. He sniffled to stop his tears and said in a complaining tone, "Uncle-Master said that if I can't find the artifact, he won't let me see Junior Sister Qu Yi anymore."
It was that mystic artifact again. This was the third time she had heard little tyrant mention it. She couldn't help but suspect Senior Uncle Qu's intentions. Perhaps they had been using this child from the very beginning.
"Was it your martial uncle who asked you to find that Celestial Artifact?"
"Yes." He nodded.
Zhu Yao frowned even deeper. "Then why doesn't your senior-martial uncle come looking for you himself?" Instead, he forced a child.
"Because Martial Uncle can't come in!" he said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean I can't get in?"
Little tyrant took two steps forward, and pointed to the sky. "There's a barrier up there. Other than Little Bai, no one else can enter."
Block it? Barrier? How could she not know!
"Little White, lend me your flying artifact."
"Oh." He obediently took out the feather.
Bringing him along, Zhu Yao flew up, and floated in midair. Only then did she realize that the place she was at was a very large narrow valley. It was about fifty kilometers wide, and the entire place was enveloped within a barrier. After careful observation, this barrier should be some kind of restriction. It seemed to be specially used to restrict human cultivators.
However, for some reason, little tyrant was able to come and go freely.
Zhu Yao returned to the surface. The barrier was obviously there to protect the monsters inside.
From the looks of it, Uncle-Master Qu must have known that Little White could enter and exit the cave. That was why he kept asking him to come in to look for things under the guise of his junior sister.
He actually used the pure friendship of a child. How despicable. Favorable impression points towards Martial Uncle Qu -100.
However, just what was that mystic artifact that little tyrant was talking about?
"Little Tyrant … Little White, do you know what kind of magic tool your martial uncle asked you to find?"
"It's an umbrella, a very, very big umbrella."
"What kind of umbrella? Do you know? "
"I know." He nodded, lowered his head, and took out a scroll from the storage bag beside him. "Uncle-Master was afraid that I would forget, so he drew it for me."
The preparations were quite complete.
Zhu Yao took it and unfolded it to take a look, only to see a large, lifelike, and gently coloured … veil.
How was this an umbrella? This was clearly a patterned tent!
Eh, why do I feel that this patterned tent is a little familiar?
Damn, wasn't this the one hanging in her room?
Why did his martial uncle want her tent? No wonder it had a special nickname?
"Little White, how old is your martial uncle?"
"Ah?" He was startled, and then began to count with his fingers. "One hundred … Two hundred … Three hundred …"
Stinky face! Although he coveted the old granny's tent …
"Follow me." Zhu Yao pulled little tyrant's hand, and walked towards her own room. She turned around and entered her bedroom. She had to take a closer look.
The moment little tyrant saw the veil by the bed, his eyes instantly shone. "An umbrella!"
"That's a patterned tent!"
He ran over and said, "Grandma, so the umbrella is yours."
"It's a patterned tent."
"Grandma, why did you hang the umbrella on the bed? Will it rain at night? "
"I already told you that's a patterned tent." Why couldn't he forget about the umbrella? Whatever, an umbrella it is then. Zhu Yao returned the scroll in her hands to him. "Take a look. Is this the mystic artifact you're looking for?"
Little tyrant carefully looked at the scroll, and then looked at the colourful veil. He nodded heavily. "Yes, this is it."
Zhu Yao took a closer look at the veil, and realized there were faint ripples of spiritual energy coming from it. Although it was very faint, it was indeed spiritual energy. Furthermore, it looked colourful in the past, but now, it had turned into a faint green color.
She reached out her hand to touch it, and realized it had a soft texture, and it was even a little sticky. This feeling … Why did it feel so similar to the layer of barrier outside?
"Little tyrant, let's go up and take a look."
"Grandma, I'm called Xiao Bai …"
"Aiya, don't mind such details." Zhu Yao kept the patterned tent, and pulled little tyrant out. She picked up the feather in his hand, threw it into the air, and once again flew up.
Zhu Yao carefully inspected the barrier on top of it. As expected, it was exactly the same as the one in her hand. The only difference was that the barrier was transparent, while hers was a faint green color. Furthermore, there was spiritual energy floating above the barrier as well, though its attribute could not be seen.
She took a deep breath, and carefully reached out her hand to press on the barrier. However, she simply passed through it, and in an instant, a large amount of spiritual energy crazily entered her body. Her Dantian, which was empty earlier, was instantly filled to the brim, and she could barely maintain her figure. In her mind, the sound of something breaking through resounded, and her cultivation instantly rose explosively. She wanted to retract her hand, but she was basically unable to move at all.
"Grandma!" Little tyrant was shocked as well. He took over the control of the flying mystic artifact, and anxiously pulled her. However, he was unable to move her at all. In a moment of desperation, he casually pushed her through the barrier, and brought her outside.
The influx of spiritual energy had stopped, but the rampaging of her body was still intensifying. Countless chaotic spiritual energy filled her entire body. Various bloody scars had already appeared on her body, and in less than a moment, she had turned into a bloodied person.
"Grandma … Grandma, are you alright …" Little tyrant cried from anxiety. Most likely, this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying bloodied person. Due to worry and fear, his tears began to fall.
Zhu Yao desperately suppressed the spiritual energy in her body, and squeezed out a few words with gritted teeth. "Bring me … back … to a safe place." She needed to meditate and digest the spiritual energy in her body.
"A safe place … Safe …" Little tyrant frantically thought for a moment, and then heavily nodded. "Alright!"
Then, he rode the feather and brought her towards the distant floating mountain.
Wait a minute, where are you going? She meant to bring her back, hey. Why are you running away?
Unfortunately, she no longer had the strength to resist. She was already a bag of old bones in the first place, and now that the various chaotic spiritual energy was rampaging about, she was about to suffocate.
Little tyrant swiftly flew the entire way, and with his fastest speed, he brought her into a small courtyard.
Zhu Yao was about to lose consciousness from the pain. Using all of her strength, she finally sat down with her legs crossed, and forcefully entered a meditative state.
She wouldn't have known if she hadn't seen it, but the moment she saw it, she nearly scared this baby to death.
Her body was filled with all sorts of colors. Red, blue, gold, yellow, green. There were all sorts of spiritual energy, and it was about to become a hotpot. Furthermore, these spiritual energy were scattered all over the place, and they were currently violently rushing into her meridians.
This was the sign of a big spring cleaning! Zhu Yao took a deep breath and calmed her heart. First, she carefully separated every single spiritual energy, and separated them according to their colors. Then, she sorted out the various types of spiritual energy of the same color, and arranged them in a row. Then, she guided them into her Dantian.
Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, ice … Eh?
What the hell is that transparent thing? Why is there a transparent spiritual energy, hey?
Isn't this increasing the difficulty of the game?
Zhu Yao gritted her teeth. Forget it, let's just group them together then. Otherwise, she would really explode and die from the spiritual energy in her meridians.
As she guided the five elemental spiritual energy and the mutated spiritual energy into her Dantian, she carefully separated out the unique transparent spiritual energy. However, she realized that the transparent spiritual energy was very little. It was only about one percent of the other spiritual energy. She did not dare to easily guide this unknown spiritual energy into her Dantian either. Who knew if it would cause an allergic reaction or something? She could only temporarily store it in her meridians.
Most of her mental energy was used to separate the spiritual energy. The five elements countered each other, and the initially violent spiritual energy immediately became quiet and obedient the moment it was separated. With a little guidance, it could then enter her Dantian in an orderly manner.
There was no strange reaction in her Dantian, and it did not cause any backlash. This could only prove that her old character this time was a trash penta-spirit veins holder.
Oh, that's not right. There was also the Ice, Thunder, and Wind Spirit veins holder. This was the second all-element character she had encountered after entering the dragon race.
Separating the spiritual energy was an extremely time-consuming and laborious task. She could not even feel the flow of time. A large portion of the spiritual energy had already been separated by her, but a new problem arose. Her Dantian was full.
She was stuffed again.
This was the tempo of building her Foundation! However, on one side was her exploding Dantian, while on the other was her meridians that were mixed with various spiritual energy. If she were to build her Foundation now, at the same time her Dantian expanded, the spiritual energy inside would also go berserk.
If both sides were to explode at the same time, she would not be able to suppress it!
However, if she were to not build her Foundation, she would either die from the berserk spiritual energy shattering her meridians, or die from the shattering of her Dantian. Either way, she would still die!
The hell, Realm Spirit Tortoise, you bastard. What kind of lousy character did you give her?
I'm going to die no matter what. Hell, I'm going all out.
Zhu Yao composed herself, and immediately built her Foundation. She guided the separated spiritual energy into her Dantian at ten times the speed. An immense pain instantly engulfed her entire body. Her Dantian began to expand outwards, and the abundant spiritual energy inside began to move restlessly as well. Even the spiritual energy outside, as though it had been injected with chicken blood, began to crazily squeeze in.
And the chaotic spiritual energy in her meridians, having lost control, began to rampage about in her meridians in an even more frenzied manner. A few moments later, she could no longer feel a single complete meridian. It wasn't just a broken bone, it was a comminuted fracture.
Boundless pain engulfed her entire body, and it was so painful that even her consciousness was beginning to blur. Boundless pain engulfed her entire body, and it was so painful that even her consciousness was beginning to blur.
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