As a lord, I was forced to farm

"..."

If the Blood Marrow Grass spirit could sweat, its back would definitely be soaked through by now.

As it turns out, no one can tolerate "silent treatment," not even spirits. The Blood Marrow Grass spirit, unable to bear Jiang Ran's silence any longer, finally gave in and yelled, "Yo-mi!" Got it! Got it! Little spirit, I'll give you all the fruit, okay?!

After calling out twice, it quickly flew back and forth into the Blood Marrow Grass, making several trips back and forth.

Although it hadn't been in a contract with Jiang Ran for long, the Blood Marrow Grass spirit was a very shrewd little demon spirit. It knew its master's pickiness and wasn't as easily fooled as other stupid creatures. Therefore, the Blood Marrow Fruits it picked were basically over a hundred years old.

Only after Jiang Ran, Mo Sheng, and Jiang Nancheng could no longer hold any more did the Blood Marrow Grass spirit stop, panting, and look at Jiang Ran expectantly.

"Yo...yo mi?"

Is that enough... is that enough?

Jiang Ran's gaze swept over a tuft of purple thorns that resembled a yurt. Amid the unnatural tension of the little blood-red demon, she slowly withdrew her gaze.

This little guy has a trick up his sleeve.

Jiang Ran chuckled to herself.

Hidden within that thorny bundle was a nine-hundred-year-old Blood Essence Fruit.

The Hundred-Year Blood Marrow Fruit that Mo Sheng mentioned actually refers to the one in the Thorn Bag.

The reason why the Blood Marrow Grass spirit refused to hand over the fruit was actually understandable.

The older the fruit, the better the quality of the seeds after the fruit has ripened and decomposed.

The better the quality of the seeds, the stronger the Blood Marrow Grass will be when planted.

This little demon spirit probably wants to cultivate a Blood Marrow Fruit with the medicinal properties of a thousand years, which is why it's been hiding it from her.

They really don't trust her at all.

Even if the Blood Marrow Grass spirit tried to pick the fruit for her, she would stop it.

After all, even a Blood Marrow Fruit that is 999 years old is still just a Hundred-Year Spirit Fruit.

But the Millennium Spirit Fruit is a completely different concept.

However, cultivating a Blood Marrow Fruit that has lasted for a thousand years is still too difficult for a demon spirit.

Although the fruit had been used for nine hundred years, the transformation of a hundred-year-old immortal herb into a thousand-year-old immortal herb was a qualitative change and naturally very difficult. In the nine hundred and ninety-ninth year, many immortal herbs withered and died at the last minute.

However, if the Blood Marrow Grass spirit were to evolve into a Nascent Fairy, it might actually be able to cultivate a thousand-year-old Blood Marrow Fruit.

We'll bring Mo Sheng back to pick them later, and leave some seeds for this little demon spirit.

To prevent the Blood Marrow Fruit from being taken away by other creatures, Jiang Ran first placed some Flower-Shifting Marks nearby. Once the marks were destroyed, she could naturally sense the situation here.

He thought to himself that he would get a few more protective formations from Qi Yu later.

Keep this in mind.

Jiang Ran also visited three other rare spirits along the way: a Green Vine Spirit on Green Vine Island, a Wind-Smoked Tobacco Spirit on Long Wind Island, and a Mushroom Tree Spirit on Bamboo Hat Island.

……

The Lingze Islands are shrouded in spiritual energy, and the towering mountains are veiled in a light mist, appearing indistinct and shadowy.

Although the Cangwu Palace was not yet completed, Jiang Ran still cultivated on the Lingze Islands on weekdays.

The stars at night are huge, as if they are about to sink to the ground, and fireflies wander aimlessly in the forest, like lighting up thousands of lights.

On Wenhua Island, deep within the dense jungle, there are about twenty hot spring pools of varying sizes. The water ripples gently, and under the cool moonlight, the clear hot spring water seems to be shrouded in a thin layer of silver gauze.

In the largest hot spring pool on Wenhua Island, Jiang Ran's long hair was combed behind her head and gently rested on the warm, clean bluestone.

The hot spring pools on the island have the effect of relieving fatigue and treating internal injuries. Jiang Ran lazily soaked for half an hour. After she dressed properly, Mo Sheng in the hot spring pool next door had also completely digested the power of the Blood Marrow Fruit.

"Is there any special change?" Next to her was an exquisite plate containing several kinds of luscious spiritual fruits. Jiang Ran picked up a Ruolan fruit, took a bite, and tossed one to Mo Sheng, who had transformed into human form.

Mo Sheng was shirtless, his lower body still soaking in the hot spring water. His fingernails were white and slightly long, gleaming like jade in the moonlight, both pure and enchanting.

Jiang Ran could tell that the black wolf seemed a bit agitated. After swallowing the Ruolan fruit in a few bites, it transformed into a black wolf and buried itself in the pool. Its voice was somewhat muffled as it said, "Nothing has changed."

It seems that a hundred-year-old Blood Marrow Fruit is not enough for Mo Sheng to awaken the more profound bloodline power of the Candle Prison Wolf.

Cultivation is never smooth sailing; there will be times when things don't go as planned.

If it were Bai Mei, she would have already pounced on her lap by now, whimpering and pretending to beg for comfort.

If it were Fei Xuan, he would probably perch affectionately on her shoulder, and although disappointed, he would calmly analyze the reasons for her failure.

Mo Sheng, on the other hand, is more reserved. Even when he is hurt, he will not take the initiative to talk about it or seek comfort. Instead, he will process his negative emotions on his own, just like he is now.

Of the three little beasts, Mo Sheng is definitely the most obsessed with becoming stronger.

Jiang Ran let him hide in the pool for a while. After a few minutes, the black wolf, who had swum around in the water, climbed ashore. The flames on his tail suddenly became even hotter, and the water vapor on his body dissipated, leaving his fur dry and smooth.

“The bloodline supernatural powers of the Candle Prison Wolf clan are inherently difficult to awaken; I actually anticipated this.” Jiang Ran, with her long legs slightly bent and her head resting on her arm, lazily reclined on the bluestone and said to Mo Sheng, “These few hundred-year-old Blood Marrow Fruits were originally meant for you to get used to. It shouldn’t be long before the Blood Marrow Grass spirit evolves into a nascent fairy; perhaps that thousand-year-old Blood Marrow Fruit can help you.”

Hearing this, Mo Sheng felt a little better and squatted down beside her, feeling the night breeze on their bodies together.

Jiang Ran gently stroked Mo Sheng's seemingly soft but actually rough fur. Subtly, the heartbeats of the human and the beast became synchronized, their breathing in unison, and their spiritual energy wove together into an invisible net in the air between them.

Jiang Ran's mind stirred slightly, and the surrounding air was instantly devoured. Several flames of different colors suddenly appeared around her.

The ever-changing blazing ink flames, the mysterious and unknown golden flames, the azure flames obtained from Mo Sheng, the emerald green flames, and the silver-white flames.

Jiang Ran's gaze swept over the Ink Fire and the Golden Fire. With a wave of her hand, the two flames disappeared, leaving only the three flames belonging to Mo Sheng.

At the unparalleled Heavenly Realm, Mo Sheng could freely use Jiang Ran's spiritual power, and Jiang Ran also received feedback from Mo Sheng, gaining some of his power.

Unlike Bai Mei, Mo Sheng is a pure fire-type magical beast, and Jiang Ran is a cultivator who frequently uses fire-type mystical arts, making her even more adept at using them. (End of Chapter)