Transmigrated into a Treasure-Seeking Mouse, I Was Doted On by Villains

As a lazy worker who lacked ambition, Shu Shu never expected to die while casually watching a show and transmigrate into the spirit beast of the female lead in a fantasy novel she had just finished...

Chapter 82 Head of the Secretariat: Danger!

"Uncle Lingjun, do we need to do it again? We've already done it ten times, is that enough?"

Watching the steward of the affairs hall carrying a large bucket of golden scale powder collected from the wings of the Golden Jade Spirit Butterfly, using a tail feather plucked from some unfortunate blue peacock as a brush.

They applied the scale powder to the gate of the secret realm, layer after layer, turning the already radiant golden gate into an extremely conspicuous object.

Shushu glanced at the increasingly bright gate, closed his eyes in pain, glanced again, closed them again, and finally couldn't help but ask Lingjun.

We've already brushed so many layers, shouldn't we stop now?

Unexpectedly, Lingjun had no intention of listening to her at all, and continued to instruct the steward to brush the door very carefully, making sure that no corner was missed.

Seeing this, Shushu knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only turn a blind eye. After saying goodbye to him again, he summoned his flying artifact, picked up the rabbit, and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, the remaining little ones who hadn't followed the fireflies spontaneously formed teams.

The little crane and peacock that can fly, carrying the little firefly rabbit that can't fly yet, followed behind the little potato rabbit.

Normally, Lingjun might have glanced at them more, but now his attention was completely drawn to the manager's actions, and he paid no attention to the group of offspring that had gone far away.

The foreman looked up and, seeing that the little ones were all steady and safe, then he felt relieved and continued to work under Lingjun's command.

"Bunny, where are we going now?"

Meanwhile, Shushu, who had been away from the office for quite a while, suddenly asked Tutu a question.

Her senior brother went into the secret realm, and she'll be all alone with just a mouse when she gets back. It feels a bit strange. But let her go into seclusion. She's only been out of seclusion for a short time, and she really doesn't want to go into seclusion again!

So the potato asked the rabbit if she had any suggestions or plans.

If all else fails, you can go to Moon Peak and fight with the rabbits.

Come to think of it, she hasn't fought with the rabbits since she reached the Foundation Establishment stage. She wonders if she can come out on top this time.

Rabbit was also thinking about this at the moment and already had some ideas. When she heard Shushu ask this, she suggested without much thought, "Why don't we go to the back mountain of the sect for training?"

It had planned to go to this back mountain before, but it was delayed because it was going to the Black Flame Secret Realm. Now that it has nothing to do, it can go and explore it.

"walk."

The millet was waiting for it to speak. As soon as it heard that the rabbit had a plan, the mouse and the rabbit immediately hit it off and changed direction, heading towards the back mountain.

Of course, before leaving, she didn't forget to make arrangements for the little ones behind her.

All children who haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage are not allowed to go.

Only those who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage and have a certain ability to protect themselves are allowed to follow. This is the minimum threshold set by the sect for entering the back mountain.

The kids all love a good time, and every single one of them wanted to go to the back mountain. All the Foundation Establishment stage kids excitedly jumped over and joined the group.

Those who haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage can only watch helplessly as others pass away.

Only after their fellow disciples had gone far away did they reluctantly return home to cultivate, striving to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible, so that they wouldn't fall behind due to their low cultivation level when they went out to play in the future.

Soon, Shushu and Tutu led a group of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators to the entrance of the sect's back mountain, where they began to line up to get tokens to enter.

The back mountain of the sect, though called the back mountain, is actually a small training ground, a place specifically for lower-level disciples of the sect to hone their skills.

There are also disciples stationed here on weekdays to distribute tokens to those who want to enter.

Of course, they are also responsible for verifying the cultivation level and identity of any beasts that enter, to prevent any beasts from mistakenly entering.

Today's duty disciple is Hu Lin, a menial disciple of Fu Feng. The reason he came to guard this mountain gate is to earn more contribution points so he can exchange them for a weapon he likes at the affairs hall.

I thought today would be just like any other day, a simple and uneventful day.

Unexpectedly, they saw a large group of Foundation Establishment stage brats rushing towards them, led by the sect leader's little disciple and the young master of the Firefly Rabbit Clan.

Although they hadn't had much contact, Hu Lin knew some of their stories.

Knowing that these two little rascals were particularly prone to causing trouble, Hu Lin didn't know whether to worry about their safety during their training or about the safety of the back mountain.

Oh, and lately, the manager of the affairs office has been sneaking in and out of the back mountain in a mysterious way.

He felt that once the army of brats entered, the mystery surrounding the head of the affairs office would likely be lost.

Don't ask why, just go with your gut feeling.

Hu Lin silently complained to himself, while secretly sending a telepathic message to a disciple of the Affairs Hall he knew, telling him to quickly inform his manager about the matter.

However, while he was sending messages, his subordinates were also quick to act. After checking the cultivation levels of each of his children and confirming that everything was correct, he issued a token to each of them.

He also told all the children that the token must never be lost.

If you encounter any danger, get lost, or become separated from your friends, crush this token and you will be teleported out.

After receiving unanimous nods of assurance from all the cubs, and knowing that they had all listened, he opened the teleportation array and let the group of cubs in.

Before entering, Shushu and Tutu had already counted all the cubs. Upon entering the secret realm, they checked the number again.

After confirming that none of them had been teleported elsewhere, the army of little ones, led by Millet and followed by Rabbit, began their exploration of the secret realm.

These little ones are mostly here for the first time. In this new place, they are not afraid at all. On the contrary, they are digging here and pecking there, very excited.

Seeing this, the millet and the rabbit did not stop them, but told everyone to be careful and not to go too far, and then slowly moved forward in one direction.

Along the way, they also dug up some spiritual herbs, which belonged to whoever saw them.

They hadn't gone far when they encountered a group of Foundation Establishment stage spirit pigs out foraging for food. As soon as they saw them, the pigs charged at them aggressively, unleashing powerful attacks as they went.

So the kids stopped playing, picked opponents, and rushed into the battle to fight.

Even the millet was chosen, and neither side showed any mercy.

Only Rabbit didn't join the battle. Instead, she leisurely chose a big tree, jumped up in a few quick leaps, and squatted on the tree to watch her friends fight.

She would lend a helping hand if anyone's life was in danger.

Just as they were getting into a fierce fight, the steward of the affairs hall finally heard the news, and instantly, the feather in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.