228 Two Targets (1/2)

Yun Yang glared, exasperated.

Emmie had been fed well beyond expectations last night, so much so that it got overly ecstatic, exuding an air of vitality far exceeding Yun Yang’s expectation; not by one or two times but dozens of times.

The result of such an unexpected situation was that everyone had leveled up together.

Unfortunately, Yun Yang was the one who was most dissatisfied with the current state of things.

He had just advanced to the sixth peak of mystical Qi three days ago. Although he had felt his strength increase within these three days, he had very little combat exposure, and his accumulation of experience was miserly at best. He had only practiced a few times with Lao Mei and Fang Mofei and those could not be considered as part of his efforts to stabilize his foundation and solidify his current level!

His only actual combat experience was the one and only battle with Shen Yushi last night.

Even under such circumstances, Yun Yang, who was the direct benefactor, had still leaped from a sixth peak beginner of mystical Qi all the way through intermediate, ace, pinnacle, then over to the seventh peak and ferociously to seventh peak intermediate from the surging spiritual Qi!

It was akin to rising to heaven within a single step.

However, the level up was so rapid that Yun Yang was at a loss.

Yun Yang thought anxiously that his practice sessions with Lao Mei and Fang Mofei had to be faster and more brutal in the future… He might even have to challenge Bai Yixue at some point in time… Otherwise, he could not compensate for his lack of experience.

Just as he wanted to speak, he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his mouth.

”Puu!” Yun Yang spat harshly. ”What is this?”

He had spat out a ball of white fur. Lowering his head, his eyes bulged in shock.

”F*ck me!”

Yun Yang was tall and lean; despite sitting with his legs folded, he was still at an impressive height. Yet he was buried in fine white fur all over, leaving him to wonder just how many times had the five Whiteys shed to accumulate this amount of fur.

Although Yun Yang was covered in fur which accumulated in his mouth and nose, he was not truly angry about it. It was probably because the white fur that had been shed was shining softly, with a clear luminosity.

Yun Yang’s judgment told him that if these white fur were collected as raw material to craft something, the outcome would be of exceptional quality.

It was a pity that he did not the relevant talent around him, thus he could only sigh helplessly at the thought of wasting such a gift.

Redirecting his gaze to his embrace, the five Whiteys had turned into red, naked meatballs. Their stomachs rose and fell as they slept peacefully, a sign of being in a perfectly blissful state.

Yun Yang sucked a deep breath in to direct his cultivation skill and felt the intricate pulsing of his mystical Qi. He felt the smooth flow of his meridians, the surging tides in his dantian; he felt he was at his best.

He dared not make any exaggerated movements though, the little critters had yet to wake up after all. What if his actions jostled them from their slumber, affected their transformation or interrupted some kind of mysterious evolution? That would be a great loss. No matter how much he wanted to verify the advancement of his capability, Yun Yang stopped after a moment of cultivation. He stayed stationary and patiently waited for the five Whiteys to wake up naturally.

Lao Mei, who made another breakthrough, was thoroughly thrilled, hopping and bouncing around the courtyard like an excited child.

Truthfully, he was already old; his meridians were long formed and a breakthrough would hardly come by anymore. Now though, he seemed to have experienced a rebirth; his bones and body seemed to have changed and he had the capability to move towards a higher goal – how could he not be ecstatic?

As for Shui Wuyin, Bai Yixue, and Fang Mofei, they were standing under the courtyard’s tree while inspecting this almost unfamiliar place.

The courtyard was still how it was but the view inside… How could it have changed so much within a single night? The trees in the courtyard were initially very common but had now grown no less than twenty feet while the canopy was stretched wider than twice its initial size.

From only covering half of the pavilion, the canopy now drooped as it shielded the entire space and continued to extend all the way after the structure.

Other than the accelerated growth of the trees, the weeds on the ground had grown monstrously as well, reaching about a man's height; the paths that were bald from repeated steps were once again dotted with a fresh green color.

In short, the drilling ground they were practicing on last night had turned into a lush grassland!

The grass had covered one’s ankles, fresh and soft upon stepping on them that one would almost be cruel to lay their feet on these new forms of life.

It was only a night, yet the entire courtyard seemed to have gone through years of untended growth.

Yun Yang's tiny courtyard housed a few green vines at the base of his wall that had initially crawled up at most half of the slab of concrete, but by looking at them now, they had gone from all four walls of his courtyards to the roof!

As far as the eyes could see, it was green-colored vitality.

Crystal-clear dew rolled on the grass, leaves, and petals; the fresh scent of greenery was rich to the nose as a soft breeze blew by. It was already the eleventh month now – winter, but a fresh floral fragrance was drifting through the air. The supposedly ordinary courtyard of the Residence of Yun seemed to have turned into a paradise on earth where the vibrancy of life greeted the eye wherever it looked!

As the three people observed the place, a sense of calm colored their eyes unknowingly.

It was rare to see such lively greenery in the weather of the eleventh month. Even though winter was slightly warmer this year and the biting cold was yet to come, the surroundings were already looking dreary and desolate – how could such beauty exist?

The surprise came in pairs– when Yun Yang finally came out of his room, even Shui Wuyin who was usually composed looked bewildered at the scene.

What was going on?

How could boss cultivate to the extent of becoming a white, furry man?

What a strange cultivation skill it was - what was the use of cultivating such a skill?

The white fur on his body was floating everywhere.

Yun Yang could not be bothered by the alarmed gazes of the others as he began cleaning himself up hastily. As a flow of mystical Qi rose, the white fur was instantaneously lifted up from his body and hovered in the air. A soft breeze swirled with an easy sweep of his hand, collecting all the fur into a ball and thrown haphazardly into the room.

Five tiny heads stuck out from Yun Yang’s embrace, all of them blinking blurrily and mewling.

The five Whiteys were stripped bare in pink, their tiny tongues licking kittenishly at their naked bodies; not one of them was used to their current state.

Why are we suddenly naked?

”Come, let us do a magic trick!”

Yun Yang grabbed one of them and tossed it – the little fellow whose luck was yet to be decided was Big Whitey.

Big Whitey cried out in surprise, ”Meow!”

Suddenly, it somersaulted, a layer of long white fur growing on its bare body with a soft poof before it made its landing on the ground like a fur ball, rolling about in the emerald grass.

The other four people watched with widened eyes.

Its fur had grown in completely… just by being tossed like this?

Was – was this really a magic trick?!