Although Fengming was extremely polite to them, the Wutong tribe also had very thoughtful hospitality.
However, he did not completely believe Ruoruo and the others' words. He kept them here and treated them with courtesy, which was actually a disguised form of house arrest.
Until they and the Longevity Emperor find out the truth of the matter, they can forget about leaving the Wutong Clan territory.
Mo Jinyan is well-read and knowledgeable, and he often gives Ruoruo advice and suggestions.
However, she hesitated for a moment and was immediately disliked by Mo Yunlan. She then snuggled up to Ruoruo and said, "Why think so much? We're saving people, not harming them. Let them investigate if they want."
Ruoruo didn't care; she had more important things to do.
“A few days ago, when I was refining pills in the underworld, I had some thoughts about why my third brother couldn’t take human form,” Ruoruo said. “No matter how many pills I take to regulate my spiritual power, they don’t seem to work. Maybe I’m thinking about things in the wrong direction.”
Mo Jinyan was unable to transform into human form for two reasons: firstly, he was injured while still in the eggshell and lacked maternal care, resulting in congenital deficiencies.
Secondly, it is because the Wutong bloodline of the Longevity Clan and the Phoenix bloodline of the Immortal Clan in his body are both very powerful. The two sides compete for the dominance of the bloodline in his body, which causes Mo Jinyan to lose his balance once he wants to transform.
It is precisely because of these reasons that Mo Jinyan's body is like a bucket with a hole; no matter how much spiritual energy is poured in, it will all flow out through the hole.
But after experiencing the alchemy in the underworld, Ruoruo suddenly had an inspiration.
Since all previous attempts to increase the amount of water poured in could not fill the bucket, thus preventing it from taking shape.
The broken bucket was destined to be irreparable; if the water volume was too large, the bucket would overflow and tip over.
Is it possible to make the water that flows out automatically flow back into the bucket?
It's like a malevolent poison attached to the spiritual veins of the underworld.
While absorbing the spiritual power of the underworld's spiritual veins, it also entangled itself with its own poison.
All she had to do was make the spiritual energy flowing out of Mo Jinyan's body through that hole automatically flow back into the bucket, right?
It's not necessary to replenish everything, nor will the body lose its balance due to excessive spiritual energy input.
Ruoruo explained it very simply and clearly, and Mo Jinyan's tail feathers trembled as he listened: "I think Ruoruo is right. As long as my spiritual power is not lost and my internal balance is not broken, I will be able to transform into human form soon."
"It's not difficult to say, but the difficulty lies in how to achieve this state." Mo Yunlan's lips curled up. "I had the idea before but didn't say anything because I hadn't figured out the pill formula. Now, do you have any ideas?"
A sly smile flashed in Ruoruo's eyes: "I didn't say it before because refining this pill requires the power of two bloodlines in Third Brother's body. We don't lack the power of the Phoenix, but we lack the power of the Wutong tree."
But they are currently in the territory of the Wutong tribe!
Mo Jinyan's mind clicked, and a shrewd glint flashed in Dou Dou's eyes: "Then we'll have to rely on Feng Qiwu."
So when Feng Qiwu had spent half a day cuddling with his mother and was full and ready to play with his little benefactors, he was met by the particularly enthusiastic Ruoruo and Mo Jinyan.
"This is our first time in the Realm of Immortality. We didn't expect the spiritual energy here to be so abundant and the scenery to be so beautiful. Can you take us out to play? We want to see what the Realm of Immortality is really like," Ruoruo asked while praising the place.
Feng Qiwu turned to look at Mo Yunlan: "Is he going too?"
Mother said we shouldn't take this older brother around, because they suspect his identity.
Feng Qiwu knew their true identities, but in order to ensure that her friends wouldn't be caught by her father and beaten, she remained silent and couldn't explain anything to Mo Yunlan.
Feng Qiwu felt extremely embarrassed that his benefactors had to stay in the courtyard.
Mo Yunlan had already considered these concerns, and they had discussed how to deal with them in advance.
Ruoruo shook her head and said, "My brothers don't want to go out to play. They want to cultivate in the courtyard. Please take me there."
The others were all quite old, and the Wutong clan didn't trust them, so they kept a close eye on them.
But how old is Ruoruo? Even if the Wutong clan doesn't trust them, they wouldn't suspect Ruoruo.
With the Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree by her side, Ruoruo can still walk freely in the clan's territory.
And indeed, things turned out exactly as they expected.
Feng Qiwu secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that only Ruoruo was going to play.
At the same time, his guilt towards the other benefactors intensified.
But he couldn't change the adults' minds, so he projected all his embarrassment, shame, and gratitude onto Ruoruo. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely take you to play the most fun games."
Ruoruo blinked her eyes and gave a sweet smile: "Thank you, Brother Qiwu."
Feng Qiwu looked at her, who was as delicate as a crystal doll. The little girl gave him such an adorable expression, and his heart was almost melted by her sweet voice and smile.
He took Ruoruo's hand and walked outside, saying, "I'll take you to our local kindergarten; it's so much fun there."
The cub playground, as the name suggests, is a place where cubs play.
That's exactly what Ruoruo wanted.
After all, if the elders of the Wutong clan saw what she was going to do, they might have some doubts or even misunderstand her, but it would be fine if it were the children.
"What an adorable little sister!" Several sycamore trees, some of which hadn't even transformed into human form, ran over, waving their roots and branches.
When they stood still, apart from the two extra eyes on the tree trunk, Ruoruo really couldn't tell the difference between them and the other spirit trees.
Hearing the soft, childlike voice coming from the sycamore tree, which sounded almost like her own, and looking at the tree that was as tall as her brother, Ruoruo couldn't help but swallow hard: "You're so tall..."
The sycamore tree seemed a little embarrassed, waving its branches to cover its eyes: "I'm only five years old this year, and I'm not very tall. I'll grow taller in a few years."
“Our Wutong clan is naturally quite tall, even among the Changsheng clan, we are considered quite tall,” the other cubs chattered.
Ruoruo looked at Feng Qiwu with a puzzled expression: "But why do you only have such a small one?"
The Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree is so short that it doesn't look like a tree at all, yet it can transform into a human form.
“That’s because I’m very powerful,” Feng Qiwu said. “After we grow up, we also need to learn to shrink our true form. Otherwise, our spiritual power will be too dispersed and we won’t be able to transform into human form. When we shrink into the shape of a seedling, we can accumulate enough spiritual power to transform into human form.”
He seemed to be deep in thought.
In other words, every leaf of these paulownia trees possesses the spiritual power of the paulownia clan.
It seems she no longer needs to worry about the parents of one of the cubs going bald.
These sycamore seedlings are lush and full of leaves, not lacking even a few leaves.
That's right. The reason Ruoruo pretended to be well-behaved and let Feng Qiwu take her out to play was to find a way to pluck more leaves from the Wutong clan.
She needs a lot of materials to make new medicine for her third brother.
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