Each team arrives at a different location after passing through the canyon at the entrance.
Ruoruo and her group were extremely lucky; the grove they were in was rich in resources, and they completed the elixir quest in just a few days.
"I already said, the so-called outer mission of the Hongmeng Secret Realm is actually just a large-scale social event with no difficulty at all. It's also a good opportunity for those of us in the Yellow and Black classes who don't have enough points to boost our scores," Mo Yunlan said lazily. "There's no need to rush to do the mission."
“The Hongmeng Secret Realm is rich in spiritual energy. We should complete the mission as soon as possible so that we can cultivate in peace and try not to waste time.” Rong Qing was completely the opposite of Mo Yunlan. “Your Highness, you may be used to the abundant spiritual energy because you live in the Divine Palace, but for us, it is indeed very rare.”
Ruoruo blinked: "Wouldn't it be more effective to cultivate inside an eggshell?"
“Except for winged races like the Vermilion Bird, we demons are born without eggshells. All our cultivation must start from scratch, and even our parents cannot nurture our spirit,” Rong Qing said.
Ruoruo learned a little more about the demon race and suddenly realized that the immortal race and the human race seemed to have the best innate conditions for cultivation.
Rong Qing's family has no special bloodline, no inherited talent, and no resources accumulated by their ancestors for them to cultivate.
She has earned her place in the academy entirely through her tireless efforts day and night, never letting up for a moment over the years.
Therefore, she disliked Mo Yunlan, who had the best resources and the best talent, yet acted irresponsibly.
"Your Highness, you are exceptionally talented. You must practice diligently and not waste your talent." Rong Qingsheng was afraid that the diligent little cat would be corrupted by her unreliable brother, so he couldn't help but add his own words.
"Mmm, Ruoruo will work hard to cultivate until she becomes very, very powerful." Ruoruo tidied up her alchemy furnace, counting the pills she had refined. As she counted, her little mouth slowly pouted.
"Is something wrong?" Mo Jinyan leaned over to ask Ruoruo.
Ruoruo pushed the jade box containing the pills in front of Mo Jinyan: "I put the pills from the same batch into one box each time, but there are only twelve pills in each box, and some only have eleven."
Rong Qing didn't know Ruoruo's background, so he comforted her, "Your Highness is so young, yet you can refine a batch of twelve full pills. This is a level that ordinary pill cultivators can't reach. If you occasionally produce a few batches of eleven pills, don't be discouraged."
"That's not right, His Highness always refines thirteen pills at a time." The little snow leopard Rong Bao, who knew the details better, immediately turned to Mo Xuan Shuang, "Fourth Prince, did you steal the Fifth Prince's pills again?"
Last time, the little white tiger was bewitched by a pill mixed with catnip and swallowed the whole bottle when Ruoruo wasn't paying attention.
Then it suddenly became enraged and almost injured the surrounding cubs. It was only after Teacher Xinyi intervened that it was brought under control.
Having learned from past mistakes, now that the pills are scarce, everyone's first suspicion falls on Mo Xuanshuang.
The little white tiger angrily swung its tail, slapping the ground and creating deep furrows: "Nonsense! These pills don't taste good, why would I, Your Highness, steal them?"
Mo Yunlan carefully examined her surroundings. Apart from the broken wooden sword that Ruoruo and she had made a contract with, there were only spiritual herbs and a pill furnace.
Even the footprints were those of their own people; no other spirit beasts had been there.
The elixir actually vanished into thin air.
Yuebai swallowed hard and hugged her little sister, Little Red Fox, tighter, saying, "Could it be that there are members of the Underworld Clan?"
A cool breeze swept by, and even Ruoruo couldn't help but shiver: "The Underworld Clan doesn't come to the academy... how is that possible?"
"Brother, be gentle, you're choking me!" The little red fox felt suffocated as Yuebai hugged her tighter and tighter. "Anyway, the task of collecting herbs is already completed, let's leave here first."
“Alright, it’s time to find a place with plenty of ore to complete the second task,” Rong Qing said.
Everyone unanimously agreed to leave quickly. Rong Qing had her younger brother, Little Snow Leopard, perched on her shoulder, and two bear cubs in her arms, one on each side.
Evacuate this eerie place as quickly as possible.
Ruoruo, holding her little wooden sword in her mouth, squatted on Mo Xuanshuang's head, looking worried: "The little wooden sword is so strange, it can't be put back into my body."
A contracted spirit sword can be freely retrieved into one's body and placed in one's soul space, which is what Ruoruo always did in the past. But today, the little wooden sword just wouldn't go in.
The only swordsman present was Rong Qing. She thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it's because the spiritual energy here is more abundant that this little wooden sword has advanced. When it advances, it can't be stored in the body."
Everyone looked at Zhou Shen's small wooden sword, which showed no spiritual energy fluctuations, with somewhat strange expressions.
It's Ruoruo's natal contract sword, how come it can't even absorb much spiritual power after advancing to a higher level?
That's so useless.
Ruoruo, on the contrary, accepted it well and happily touched the little sprout on the sword hilt: "Little wooden sword, little wooden sword, you must grow up quickly."
The little wooden sword naturally didn't react at all, and Ruoruo didn't care. On the contrary, Mo Yunlan found the sword increasingly displeasing.
How can you expect such a sword to protect Ruoruo?
But Yuebai asked Ruoruo, "What's its name?"
Ruoruo was taken aback for a moment: "A small wooden sword? It is a small wooden sword."
It was rare for Yuebai to muster the courage to speak, but it was for the sake of a sword: "There are countless small wooden swords in the world. Now that it belongs to you, it can no longer be called a small wooden sword. It should have a name that belongs to it. All things have a spirit. Moreover, I see that Your Highness's sword has a mysterious vitality. Your Highness should give it a name."
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