cannon fodder cultivator

Chapter 5 Grandpa

The spiritual energy mass that absorbed three drops of essence and blood and most of Xiao Chengzi's blood changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Slowly, it began to condense into one claw, two, three, four, and the claws took shape. Then a tail condensed, then a body, and finally the prototype of a dragon head...

After a few breaths, it came to life completely.

Compared with the aura gradually changing from a formless mist to a young dragon with teeth and claws, Xiao Chengzi's situation was not good. Her face turned blue and her body gradually became colder. If it weren't for the weak to almost non-existent breathing, It's really the same as a corpse.

The young dragon that had just transformed into a dragon shape excitedly wrapped itself around Xiao Chengzi and rubbed her face, as if he wanted to share his joy with her.

I let it rub and rub, but never got a response. It was unhappy!

Then stick it on the left and rub it on the right...

After a few breaths, there was still no response. The young dragon was impatient!
It opened its mouth and roared to the sky. Although it didn't make any sound, it alarmed the entire mountain gate. Unfortunately, only one person could hear it.

The spiritual vein is the foundation for the sect to settle down and survive. This dragon's roar is filled with fear and anxiety. It seems to be threatened by something, and it seems to be trying its best to endure something.

In a hut hidden in a small valley, a young man in blue with an ethereal and fairy-like temperament suddenly opened his eyes.

Gujing Wubo glanced at it casually, pinched his knuckles, and said softly: "The great opportunity for spiritual veins has come."

When he appeared again, he was already underground. He glanced at the spiritual veins that had just transformed into a dragon shape, then leaned over to pick up Xiao Chengzi who was about to bleed dry. He brushed the young dragon away with one hand and said, "Why aren't you scared when I suck blood?" ? The little baby is about to turn into a mummy, but you know you are afraid?"

The wounds on Xiao Chengzi's body have already been repaired by the spiritual energy. It was just too happy to suck blood and forgot to stop. When it stopped, she was almost dead. After all, she was only a seven-year-old child, so her whole body was full of blood. Even if the blood dries up, it won’t be enough for it to suck!
I saw its dragon head rubbing Xiao Chengzi's face with a hint of guilt. As for any uneasiness, it had long since been thrown out of the window!
Just rub it again... As for what he was saying, it didn't hear it.Hum!
Mo Wuchang couldn't stand this stupid spiritual vein. Although he knew it had spiritual wisdom long ago, he didn't expect it to be so stupid!
After sucking so much blood from the little girl and using it to transform into another form, and creating such a huge cause and effect, the fate of this stupid spiritual vein will be bound to her from now on.If she is lucky, the whole sect will benefit.If something happens to her, the entire Xuantian Sect will be in trouble with her.However, all this is only because of the willfulness of stupid spirit pulse!
It would be fine if it chose a disciple with good qualifications and understanding, but unfortunately, she is still a mortal who has never practiced...

At this point, it's too late to say anything.

Mo Wuchang watched with disgust as it came over to rub the little girl's face again.

"Don't pretend to be pretentious. You were born with spiritual wisdom thousands of years ago. How could you be so stupid if I didn't let you develop into a scheming old fox? If I hadn't arrived in time, the whole sect would have been devastated if this little baby died. She is declining! Humph! I don’t want to see this happen again, so you should reflect on it!”

With a palm, Mo Wuchang opened the stupid spirit vein and flew with Xiao Chengzi to a small valley with beautiful mountains and clear waters where he usually lived. There was a thatched hut in the deepest part of the small valley. Outside the house, there was a small yard surrounded by a bamboo fence, which was quite a bit otherworldly. It looks like a place where foreign experts live in seclusion.

Mo Wuchang's mood was very complicated.Spiritual veins require great luck to be condensed and formed. Mo Wuchang has only seen it in the classics on the upper levels of the Sutra Pavilion. It was very common in ancient times when the great luck in the Guiyuan world was at its peak.But since the Demonic War, the entire world has gradually declined, luck has become shallow, and spiritual energy has become thinner.In ancient times, the Nascent Soul traveled everywhere, and the golden elixir became a dog. The grand occasion no longer exists.Now that Yuanying is powerful, Jindan can establish a sect.As the ancestor with the highest cultivation level of the Xuantian Sect, Mo Wuchang regards protecting the sect as his destiny. He has no ambition to develop the sect into the largest sect, but hopes that the Xuantian Sect's orthodoxy can be passed down forever.

The fate of a sect is tied to the spiritual veins. Now that the spiritual veins have taken shape, Xuantian Sect can reach a higher level just around the corner.But Xuantian Sect is not the only one in this continent. Once word of this gets out, Xuantian Sect will become the target of public criticism and attack in groups.

As long as he knows it, he acts in a low profile and makes a fortune in silence!

His eyes fell on Xiao Chengzi. This little doll could use her spiritual veins to transform. It could be seen that she was either extremely lucky or she had some treasure that was swallowed up by her spiritual veins.Regardless of the former or the latter, he will train her well for Xuantian Sect...

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When Xiao Chengzi woke up, it was already the next day. All the injuries on her body were healed. She would be fine if she recovered from the excessive blood loss.

The fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose lingered. Xiao Chengzi looked at the unfamiliar thatched roof and thought that she had traveled through time again. Although she regretted not seeing her parents for the last time, she was a person who had died twice and knew the preciousness of life. , it’s good to be alive, but it’s not fate if you can’t see it.

"Baby, are you awake? Yesterday, I went to Zuoyunfeng Deacon Office to issue a mission. When I came back, I passed by Zuoyifeng. I saw that you were seriously injured and brought you back." Mo Wuchang entered the room with a small white bowl and interrupted. Xiao Chengzi's thoughts.

"Grandpa..."

Xiao Chengzi stared blankly at this kind-faced, fair-faced, energetic old man. So she didn't die after she rolled down the mountain?
In order to gain Xiao Chengzi's trust, Mo Wuchang pretended to be an old man. He helped her sit up and handed the small white bowl to her mouth.

"Drink some water to moisten your throat first. I am a monk from the Xuantian Sect. My family name is Mo. Please call me Grandpa Mo."

The sweet and delicious spiritual spring water slowly entered the throat, like a dry land welcoming heavy rain, extinguishing the uncomfortable burning sensation. "Thank you, Grandpa Mo, for saving your life. I am a new handyman on Zuoyun Peak. My name is Xiao Chengzi."

Mo Wuchang smiled and stroked his white beard, and looked at her lovingly: "The new little handyman has no cultivation, no wonder he rolled down the mountain. Since I saved you, it means that you and I are destined. I am here I will leave the tasks issued by the Deacon Office to you. Complete the tasks every day and follow me to practice when you have nothing to do."

"Thank you, Grandpa Mo. I will practice." Xiao Chengzi nodded happily.

(End of this chapter)