Sun and moon turned, and time flew by in an instant.
When Yuan Heng opened her eyes again, three thousand years had already passed.
She took a deep breath. “Whew—”
“This platform is a bit hard. My butt is sore from sitting on it... Hmm, next time I should switch to a softer futon.”
She stood up and stretched her somewhat stiff muscles and bones. Looking at the White Lotus of World Cleansing that was constantly floating by her side, her eyes were filled with pure affection.
“Heavens, my Lotus, you've worked too hard...”
“Don't love me too much~”
The Heavenly Dao: “...”
Why was Hongjun's little disciple calling Him?
Did she have to tell Him that her spiritual treasure was working hard too? Was He really that free?
The White Lotus of World Cleansing shook its petals bashfully. “Hehehe, Master, this is just what Lotus should do.”
Master must love it to death.
Yuan Heng and the White Lotus of World Cleansing were old partners; how could she not know the lotus's little thoughts?
Thus, with a face of determination and eyes full of distress, she said, “My Lotus, you've worked way too hard. Quickly go back to the pool to recover.”
“My heart is aching for you~”
Seeing this, to prevent Yuan Heng's heart from aching to death, the entire lotus slipped back into the pool as quickly as it could.
Looking at the lotus's hurried departure, Yuan Heng couldn't help but chuckle.
Her lotus was truly too adorable.
Once the lotus departed, Yuan Heng lined up the spiritual treasures she had brought with her or refined: the Scepter of All-Spirits Creation, the Scale of Life Equilibrium, the Spirit-Nurturing Ribbon, the All-Spirits Jade Axis, the Vitality-Generating Silk Codex, and... the Qiankun Cauldron.
Hmm... that was quite a lot.
But she hadn't expected her Master to actually give her the Qiankun Cauldron too. Her Master was truly so good to her~
It was just that the cauldron was probably a bit cold and aloof; it didn't seem to like talking much. But that was fine.
She respected the diversity of spiritual treasures~
Yuan Heng happily put away these spiritual treasures she had already refined, then stepped out of the quiet room.
She planned to wander around outside to change her mood, then try her hand at refining pills. She had looked at the basic pill-refining techniques her Master had engraved in her consciousness, and they seemed quite simple.
She believed that when it came to pill refining, she was bound to be a clever egg~
Yuan Heng leisurely walked out the door. Seeing that the two little ones weren't around, she checked with her divine sense and found that they were already cultivating.
Her attendants were indeed diligent~
Just like her, they loved to learn. Not bad, not bad.
Yuan Heng walked into the sea of flowers in front of the palace. The spiritual butterflies all flew toward her, lingering and dancing around her.
She was already at peak Daluo, had learned many basic spells, and knew how to form many beautiful hand seals.
Yuan Heng's ten fingers moved, her fingertips intertwining and crossing as her knuckles bent slightly, her middle fingers pressing against her thumbs. A spiritual light slowly emerged from her palms, forming a sphere.
Her hands gradually spread outward, and as the spiritual light burst open, thousands of spiritual butterflies appeared out of thin air.
Yuan Heng looked at them, her eyes full of love. With a wave of her hand, she sent them off to the Primordial World.
“My spiritual butterflies, you have your own mission. Fly. Fly to the places where you are needed.”
She hoped they could bring a chance for life to continue in the Primordial World.
After wandering for a bit longer, Yuan Heng turned around and went back to the main hall.
Take note: she was about to begin refining pills.
Yuan Heng fished out the Qiankun Cauldron. She didn't have a specialized pill cauldron, but since the Qiankun Cauldron said it could also refine pills, she was spared the extra trouble.
She took out the herbs previously gifted by the Wu tribe or collected by herself, arranging them one by one according to the pill formula.
“Qingwu Ganoderma, Vein-Condensing Grass, Shattered-Jade Vine...”
Yuan Heng counted them. “Mhm, excellent. All here. Watch me show off my skills~”
After a short while...
Bang!—
The medicinal power inside the Qiankun Cauldron suddenly went wild. Turbulent black medicinal mist, carrying scraps of spiritual herbs, sprayed out in all directions, throwing up clouds of medicinal ash.
She had blown up her cauldron.
“Cough, cough...”
Unable to dodge in time, Yuan Heng raised her hand to wave away the dust and mist before her. Her small face was speckled with black and green soot, instantly turning her into a smudge-faced cat.
Yuan Heng: “...”
This was unscientific! She had clearly followed every single step written on the pill formula!
She comforted herself in her heart: It's fine, Yuan Heng. It's your first time. Failure is the mother of success. Keep up the good work~
And then, after another short while...
Boom!—
And then, after another, another short while...
Thud!—
Yuan Heng: “...”
“Wait, why does the sound of the explosion keep changing?”
Was this reasonable? Could it be that her success had a few too many mothers??
Ling Nü and Susu, who had run out upon hearing the noise and were peeking in from outside the door: “...”
Forget it. The Daojun looked to be in a bad mood; they had better not go up and disturb her.
Waaaah...
The little version of Yuan Heng inside her heart instantly wailed like a boiling teakettle.
Could it be that she was actually not a clever egg when it came to pill refining?
With her soot-smeared face, Yuan Heng looked up at the distant sky outside the palace hall. “Master, I'm a noob, save me—”
Sensing his beloved disciple calling him, Hongjun cast a sliver of his divine sense over: ???
Disciple, you...
Looking at the little dirtbag in front of him, he truly couldn't connect it with the small, clean face in his memory.
However, in the next second, Hongjun pinched his fingers to deduce the cause and effect, only to fall silent: “...”
Err...
Is my disciple's talent in pill refining perhaps...
Well... this old Daoist still has matters to attend to. It should be perfectly reasonable for her Eldest Senior Brother to teach her on his master's behalf.
Thus, with a single thought from Hongjun, in the blink of an eye, the little dirtbag Yuan Heng, along with her 'tool of the crime,' the Qiankun Cauldron, was teleported straight to Mount Kunlun.
Three Friends Courtyard.
The Three Pure Ones, who had just ended their closed-door cultivation and happened to be drinking tea and discussing the Dao together, stared in deep thought at their smudge-faced Little Junior Sister and the Qiankun Cauldron she was clutching.
Taiqing, who had just received a transmission from their master: “...”
Yuan Heng raised her hand and waved her little soot-stained paw, her face flushing red. “Hehehe... Hello, three Senior Brothers...”
The Three Pure Ones: “...”
“Hello, Junior Sister.”
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