"So that's where you've been. It turns out it's this little guy."
Seeing the little figure babbling in the cat's mouth, and smelling the peony fragrance that silently filled the room, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh.
As the connection between the Dragon Ball and him deepened, the little spirits and demons in the surrounding mountains were drawn to the newly built Feng family mansion.
Just like moths drawn to a flame, by chance, the wise spirits of the mountains will instinctively seek out places rich in spiritual energy to nurture their own spirits.
Normally, a human like Feng Bingwen, who lives in the secular world and also possesses supernatural powers, would be kept as far away as possible by the mountain spirits with a little knowledge, for fear of being captured and used as a spiritual material to refine pills.
But perhaps because the scent emanating from Feng Bingwen was becoming increasingly fragrant, some reckless and fearless individuals, who had never experienced the dangers of the world, dared to approach him.
But that's exactly what happened.
Once the plants in the mountains are given the opportunity to gain sentience, even the most ordinary wild grass will transform into a spiritual herb with remarkable effects. Even mortals who cannot use magic can strengthen their bodies by consuming it at will.
Logically speaking, actively contacting the spiritual plants and trees of human cultivators should never end well.
However, there were exceptions. Feng Bingwen never harmed any of the plants or trees, and even gave some of the more adorable ones some spiritual water.
This triggered a chain reaction. For example, at this very moment, a peony spirit, who had entered his room countless times before, stood on his palm, babbling something.
This was a tiny figure, about the size of a palm, with a face identical to that of a human, only much smaller. Furthermore, its appearance was exquisitely beautiful, surpassing even the most stunning beauties of the mortal world.
Behind it, a pair of peony-petal wings fluttered gently, releasing a fragrant aroma. It also mimicked humans, wearing a makeshift outfit of tender leaves and grass stems.
Feng Bingwen remembered that this peony flower spirit was the first mountain spirit to come looking for him. When he first saw her, she was so clean, with nothing on her body.
The little guy initially hid in the flower bed in his yard, thinking he was well hidden, but in the blink of an eye, he was caught and dragged out by the calico mother cat.
When Feng Bingwen first saw this lovely mountain spirit, he naturally rescued her from the cat's mouth. After a while, he couldn't bring himself to harm her and even rewarded her with some spiritual water, allowing her to return home.
From then on, it became unstoppable. Every few days, some spirits of the mountains would come to his yard, or even flock to him in groups.
Feng Bingwen, being idle and bored in his spare time, naturally wouldn't stop these spiritual creatures. He not only allowed them to come and go as they pleased, but would even reward them with some spiritual water from time to time.
Well, it's called spiritual water, but it's actually just something he casually condensed using the supernatural power he gained when he transformed into a dragon. It contains a little bit of spiritual energy, which is of no use to him anymore, but it's an invaluable resource for these plant spirits.
"What exactly are you trying to say, little one?"
Looking at the little guy in his palm, singing and dancing, gesturing with his hands from time to time, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh. He condensed a drop of spiritual dew on the fingertip of his other hand and handed it to her.
But to Feng Bingwen's surprise, the peony flower spirit he was most familiar with did not, as usual, hold his fingers and suck on them.
Instead, she pushed his fingers away, her delicate face wrinkling up as if she were quite angry.
"I really don't understand what you're saying!"
Seeing this, Feng Bingwen was quite troubled. Although the peony flower spirit had gained sentience, her power was insufficient for her to speak like a human.
As for him, although his methods are extraordinary, if you really want to be serious, he's not even a cultivator. Naturally, he doesn't have the means to communicate with the spirit.
Waaaaah!
Seemingly realizing that all her previous words had been in vain, the already depressed peony fairy felt even more aggrieved. She sat down on Feng Bingwen's palm, hugged her knees, and began to cry, her voice barely audible.
"Hey, you..."
Looking at the little flower fairy sitting on his palm and crying, Feng Bingwen was taken aback. He recalled the little flower fairy's singing and dancing performance just now and vaguely understood.
"What are you asking me for? Unfortunately, I don't understand. Stop crying. Just do whatever you want."
Feng Bingwen knew that these mountain spirits were innocent and romantic, and even if they had requests, they were only for small things that could be done easily.
"Eek!"
As soon as Feng Bingwen finished speaking, the little flower fairy stopped crying. Her face was still wet with tears, and the fragrance of peonies on her body was even stronger. She raised her beautiful face with a look of surprise.
"I'm not lying to you."
Seeing the disbelief on the little flower fairy's face, Feng Bingwen replied.
"Eeya ya!"
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the peony flower spirit happily flapped its petals and wings on its back, fluttering in Feng Bingwen's palm.
Before Feng Bingwen could say anything, the little flower spirit flapped its wings and flew outside. Its figure gradually faded from the sight of ordinary people and became almost invisible.
"Cuihua, see her off!"
Such a charade, which could only fool ordinary people, could not deceive Feng Bingwen. He gave an instruction to the calico cat beside him, and then, responding to the old man's call from outside, got up and changed his clothes.
Feng Bingwen thought that he would not see the flower spirit again for some time after it left, but to his surprise, when he finished dinner and returned to his room, he saw a familiar little figure carrying something in its arms, struggling to fly over the courtyard wall and land in front of his house.
"Eeya!"
Noticing Feng Bingwen's gaze, the little flower spirit, clutching something far too heavy for her size, raised one hand and excitedly greeted him.
"careful!"
Feng Bingwen watched helplessly as the little guy's body fell a certain distance, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
But the little guy didn't seem to care at all. Holding the round thing in his arms, he landed in front of a flower bed in the yard, then pressed his hands down as if he wanted to bury it in the soil.
Feng Bingwen had already arrived and could see clearly what the little flower spirit was carrying – a peony seed enveloped in a rich essence of plants.
"You little rascal..."
Feng Bingwen's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly understood what the little guy had asked him for when he came to him that morning.
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