"Master, according to legend, the Tree of Life is invisible, but the life essence produced by the Tree of Life is the most precious treasure in the world. It can not only bring back the dead to the dead, but also prolong the life of the gods." Xiaoyu "read" Zhou Yuanyuan's inner complaints and quickly became her steady self to clear up Zhou Yuanyuan's confusion.
The aspiration of a cultivator is to ascend to immortality, while the aspiration of an immortal is to attain godhood and become a deity. Legend has it that immortals live as long as the heavens and the earth. In reality, immortals also have a lifespan. When a immortal's lifespan runs out, just like a cultivator, it disintegrates into spiritual energy, which is then returned to the heavens and the earth.
As a result, the life essence that can prolong the life of gods and men naturally became a treasure that all gods fought for. When I became a god, I could roam freely under the vast sky and on the earth. Who would be willing to decompose into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?
Zhou Yuanyuan was stunned by Xiaoyu's explanation. However, for Zhou Yuanyuan, even becoming an immortal, let alone a god, seemed a distant prospect. She simply listened to Xiaoyu's explanation and forgot about it. She was just a humble cultivator now. How the gods and immortals lived was none of her business. She simply needed to lead a happy life.
After Xiaoyu finished her explanation, she did not forget to express her determination: "Master, with this Tree of Life, Xiaoyu will practice well under the tree every day and will definitely be able to recover her strength as soon as possible."
"Yes, Xiaoyu, come on. I want to refine this drop of Life Essence. Don't call me unless it's a big deal." Zhou Yuanyuan forced herself to listen to Xiaoyu's "scientific popularization" before falling into a slumber. After her soul was forcibly transformed by the Life Essence, only deep sleep could allow her to slowly absorb the vitality contained in that drop of Life Essence.
At this time, Zhou Yuanyuan did not know how terrifying the vitality contained in a drop of life essence was. Not only her soul, but also her body would be transformed again by this drop of life essence.
Zhou Yuanyuan fell into a deep sleep, which made Wen Ziqing very anxious.
When Zhou Yuanyuan's soul entered the sea of consciousness, she thought she would just take a look and come out soon, so she forgot to tell Wen Ziqing.
The next day, after noon, Wen Ziqing still hadn't heard Zhou Yuanyuan get up.
Wen Ziqing was a little puzzled. Over the years, Zhou Yuanyuan never slept in. Every morning, he could always see Zhou Yuanyuan wandering around.
We just returned to Zhaojiagou. Is the little girl not used to it? Or is she just sleepy?
Wen Ziqing approached Zhou Yuanyuan's door several times, intending to knock and wake her. He let go of the knocking several times and returned to the courtyard. Finally, he decided to go to the kitchen and steam a basket of the little girl's favorite meat buns, then simmer a small pot of red date and millet porridge. Zhou Yuanyuan usually appeared automatically when she smelled her favorite food.
Wen Ziqing's hopes were dashed once again. Even after the meat buns in the kitchen had gone cold, Zhou Yuanyuan hadn't left the room.
When it was almost noon, Wen Ziqing became anxious. Could his little girl be sick?
Wen Ziqing pushed open Zhou Yuanyuan's bedroom door with trembling hands and rushed in with one step.
In the room, Zhou Yuanyuan's long and subtle breathing made Wen Ziqing feel relieved. Listening to her breathing, he knew that Zhou Yuanyuan was sleeping soundly!
Wen Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the room.
Seeing the sun setting, Zhou Yuanyuan was still sleeping soundly. This time, Wen Ziqing lost his patience and rushed into Zhou Yuanyuan's bedroom again.
On the big bed, Zhou Yuanyuan's face was rosy and she was still sleeping soundly.
"Yuanyuan, lazybones, get up!" Wen Ziqing reached out and nudged Zhou Yuanyuan's shoulder. If possible, Wen Ziqing really wanted to stare at Zhou Yuanyuan's "Begonia Spring Sleep" painting until the end of time. Unfortunately, he had promised the little girl to take her on a trip! Seeing that the day had wasted, they should set off tomorrow.
Zhou Yuanyuan's body swayed as Wen Ziqing pushed her, but her eyes did not open, and even her breathing frequency did not change at all. She was still sleeping soundly.
Wen Ziqing felt something was amiss. A cultivator's sense of touch was naturally very sensitive. Even if someone approached within three feet of their body, they would automatically wake up, let alone a push.
What happened to Yuanyuan? Wen Ziqing felt a little panic in his heart, but he didn't dare to push it anymore.
Monks cannot be disturbed when they are in seclusion for cultivation. If they get out of breath, they may suffer from hemiplegia at the very least, or even go possessed by demons at the worst. That is no joke.
But Zhou Yuanyuan was still clamoring yesterday about wanting to explore the surroundings! She even mentioned going to the Gobi Desert. It was only one night; even if Yuanyuan was going to retreat and cultivate, she should have let her know, right? Or was there something special going on, and Yuanyuan didn't have time to tell her? Or perhaps Yuanyuan was simply restoring her spirit in sleep? Wen Ziqing had encountered this sort of thing himself.
For a moment, Wen Ziqing's mind was in a turmoil, with all sorts of speculations circulating. Ultimately, he could only sigh. There was nothing he could do. Although Zhou Yuanyuan was unconscious, her face was peaceful, and she didn't look injured. Wen Ziqing could only wait.
"Master, I smell Boss Xiaoyu's scent again. Hurry up and let me out to find Boss Xiaoyu." At this time, Kongming in Wen Ziqing's sea of consciousness became noisy.
Zhou Yuanyuan's body was being quietly transformed by the life essence. The breath of the life essence penetrated through her pores and spread within half a foot around her.
The breath was very faint, and it would have been impossible to detect it if Kong Ming's breath had not been in conflict with Xiao Yu's.
The vitality of the life essence was somewhat similar to Xiaoyu's breath. Kong Ming finally smelled this vibrant scent again, and hurriedly clamored for Wen Ziqing to come out.
"Little Yu Boss?" Wen Ziqing frowned. Wen Ziqing had no idea who the Little Yu Boss Kong Ming was referring to. He only remembered that when Kong Ming claimed him as his master, he said he had the aura of Little Yu Boss, and that's how he forced Wen Ziqing to be his master. Fortunately, Kong Ming was there; if he hadn't helped, Wen Ziqing would have been possessed by Taoist Baopu.
Could Yuanyuan's long sleep be related to the "Boss Xiaoyu" that Kongming mentioned?
With the idea of a last-ditch effort, Wen Ziqing released Kong Ming from his sea of consciousness. Somehow, Kong Ming and Wen Ziqing's relationship wasn't as casual as Xiaoyu and Zhou Yuanyuan's. Kong Ming needed Wen Ziqing's permission to leave his sea of consciousness.
"Boss Xiaoyu, Boss Xiaoyu." Kong Ming appeared and shouted loudly. After leaving Wen Ziqing's sea of consciousness, Kong Ming felt that the smell of vitality in the air was even stronger.
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