Chapter 31 - Milky’s still the good one, and Yan Xuanjing’s the bad one. (1/2)
Di Wu had asked for Lin Mu’s address, and just as he hung up the phone, he felt his waist get poked several times.
Di Xiu poked his head out from his jeans pocket, and the two wooden arms that had failed to form into hand shapes kept on poking Di Wu’s waist. Seeing that Di Wu had lowered his head down, Di Xiu looked up at him and hit him a few more times.
Taking Di Xiu out from his pocket, Di Wu passed two hands under the arms of the little wooden man as he lifted him up, “what?”
Di Xiu lifted his legs and kicked the bridge of Di Wu’s nose.
Di Wu snorted and leaned back to escape Di Xiu’s next attack, then simply placed him on the table. He muttered, “what are you so angry about? Anyways, your resentful energy is very weak now, and it’s not as if you can’t go and see him.”
The little wooden man raised his hand and patted his face.
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“Even if you’re a ball, your son won’t dislike you.” Di Wu said, “besides, didn’t he say that there was your fruit at home? If you swallow it, you’ll probably become much better.”
Di Xiu paused, and shook his head.
Recalling the fact that this fruit was left for Di Xiu’s wife, Di Wu thought for a bit, and didn’t say anything more on the topic. He only said, “in our situation, it’s better for us to have more spiritual medication. If it wasn’t because we can’t return to the Great Wilderness now, we wouldn’t be like this.”
If Di Wu went back to the Great Wilderness in this situation, it was almost the same as sending food to other monsters. Although it wasn’t impossible for him to find his old friends, every minute before finding them was full of danger.
Di Wu, who had crashed and burned because of his carelessness before, did not intend to take this risk at all.
He chose to understand the situation in the Central Plains first and grow for another thousand to eight hundred years, before returning to the Great Wilderness to retrieve his power.
The vengeance on the Great Wilderness’s side, he could slowly take it.
Now, there was no point in returning to the Great Wilderness. For the time being, Di Wu did not know where he had to go to location his own power, and even if he knew it, in his current state of having a weak body and soul, along with his whole body being full of killing intent, he wouldn’t even be able to take it back.
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— Maybe even without other monsters making a move, he would have died under the hands of his own power.
If a mishap like that really happened, and his was killed by his own powers, then Di Wu’s reputation would definitely be passed down through the ages, regarded as a negative example of educating one’s children in the Great Wilderness.
That was too stupid.
It didn’t fit in with the image that he always had; wise, powerful and flawless.
If they had spiritual medication, then it would be much easier.
He had just emerged about half a year ago, and had gathered some monsters with good abilities, but the Central Plains was still the world of humans.
The world of humans meant that monsters weren’t seen as the mainstream, but as the dark side that needed to be hidden. As human beings gradually gave up cultivation and turned to study science and technology, the spiritual energy that the earth couldn’t obtain would naturally decrease.
The spiritual energy of the Central Plains were exhausted, and naturally, spiritual medication was difficult to grow.
This was why the monsters under Di Wu had no stock spiritual medication in their hands, and couldn’t even help at all.
Di Xiu looked down at himself, and stopped talking.
Because in his current state, he couldn’t help with the growing of spiritual medication.
When he was still a completed tree, it was a very, very simple matter to attract the essence of the sun and the moon to nourish the waters and soil.
After being torn apart, he didn’t have such powers and abilities anymore.
He would be able to get one or two of them in a day if he tried his best, and even these one or two balls of light would not be willing to fall into his arms because his resentful energy hadn’t dispersed.
The reality was — he needed spiritual medication too.
Really needed.
It was probably because their origins were plants, spiritual medication, these kind of things, if used on a plant monster like them, would be much more useful than if they were used on monsters formed of animals, or other things that had gained spiritual wisdom due to the heavens and earth.
In addition to the efficacy of the spiritual medication, what was more useful to them was the spiritual energy of these spiritual medication.
Other monsters couldn’t directly digest these spiritual energies, but they could.
The effect of fresh spiritual medication was much greater for them compared to after it had been cultivated into a pill.
Right now, what they needed was the nourishing aura of the spiritual medication in order to help them stabilise and strengthen their soul.
“When I first saw Lin Mu, the monsterous energy on him couldn’t even be compared to a little monster that had just gained spiritual awareness.” Di Wu finished, and opened a box to rummage through it, “it’s only been a month since we last met. He said that he already had a batch of spiritual medication, and I guess that it’s probably because he had already started to attract the essence of the sun and moon. Otherwise, spiritual medication wouldn’t mature so fast.”
Di Xiu heard his words and nodded. He climbed up from the table, ran in front of the mirror again, and continued to try and rub a face out.
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Di Wu looked back at him, gave a heavy sigh, and shook his head.
How could it be rubbed out?
Such a fool, couldn’t be saved.
He look back his gaze and continued to rummage, “he’s able to stay safe despite attracting the essence of the sun and moon. It seems that the fox staying next to him is quite reliable.”
Di Xiu felt that this made sense.
He always had a good impression of the nine-tailed foxes. After all, for so many years after he had turned into a monster, the ones that had liked to run into his valley and bring him books and food, were none other than those nine-tailed foxes.
The reason why he understood and looked forward to the outside world was because of the joys, sorrows, and hustle and bustle that Yan Gui had described to him.
“Okay, found everything.” Di Wu took a few small bags and stuffed it into his pocket, making it bulge.
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He patted his pocket, “these spiritual medication were seized from house to house.”
Di Xiu looked at him, then looked back at himself in the mirror, and felt very distressed.
There is no passion or joy in seeing his son like this.
He asked Lin Mu: You don’t have anything to ask?
His son would certainly feel very worried.
Di Xiu sighed for a long time.
Di Wu looked at Di Xiu, who made the action of sighing but didn’t actually make a sigh, picked him up and put him inside the other pocket. He watched him lean out and poked him with his finger, “okay, let’s go!”
Di Xiu raised his hand and touched his finger gently to show that he was ready.
Lin Mu hung up and phone and jumped out of bed, and felt that the entire day was really thrilling, just like sitting on a rollercoaster.
He placed down his phone in a panic, sat on the side of his bed, and wanted to prepare something but didn’t know what he could prepare.
— He was going to meet his father.
Wrong.
He had a father.
Lin Mu wandered around the house several times. He had no concrete feelings about this fact and only felt that his blood was rising, his heartbeat was drumming away, and even his breathing was disorganised.
Milky came back with a grass in his mouth.
As soon as he entered the house from the side door, he was blocked by the little Ginseng.
The little Ginseng looked at the grass that he was holding and sniffed, “is this the mint spiritual grass grown by Uncle Mountain God?”
Milky sat in place, looked at him, a was a little confused.
“Milky, just now, that great monster…… the one called Yan Xuanjing, made Lin Mu cry.” The little Ginseng complained — he knew that Milky was a monster that was deeply hidden.
He didn’t know the specifics, but it didn’t matter. Anyways, Milky was good for Lin Mu.
The little Ginseng said in a childish tone, “right now, Lin Mu definitely isn’t in a good mood. You go and comfort him, I’m going to make Lin Mu something cold and delicious. Accompany him, okay?”
Milky nodded, and watched as the little Ginseng reached out to grab two leaves of the spiritual grass that he was holding, then went past the little monsters on the kitchen floor and up to the second floor.
He looked at Lin Mu’s closed door and lifted his front paws to scratch the door.
Lin Mu heard the sound and went up to open the door.
A cool scent hit his face, bringing with it a little stimulating and refreshing cold.
It was the smell of mint.
Lin Mu squatted down and took that grass the Milky was holding in his mouth, looked it over, and found out that it was mint.
But ordinary mint didn’t have such a strong smell.
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Lin Mu shook the grass in his hand: “for me?”
Milky looked at him and shook his ears.