Starting with the Broken-Winged Frost Butterfly: Beast Taming

Chapter 88 Spatial Talent

The original mirror is exactly the same as the storyboard, with an old and rustic frame and a smooth and flat mirror surface, like a piece of furniture from a bygone era.

But its past was actually called "Demon King"?

What heinous thing did they do?

There won't be another beast called "Hero," and then the two sides become mortal enemies, right?

Zhu Ran couldn't help but ask, "Elder Jing, how much of the past do you still remember?"

"It's just some boring trivia, which I don't think you'd like to hear."

The voice transmitted through the old magic mirror carried a sense of world-weariness and detachment from the vicissitudes of life.

"Were you born in this secret realm from the very beginning?" Zhu Ran asked again.

"Probably." The old mirror's tone was filled with self-doubt and uncertainty.

"Do you still remember the Mysterious Yin Soul Banner, the Skull Staff, and the Blood-Soaked Drum?"

"A little, what's wrong?"

"They mentioned a certain opportunity, involving a certain point in time. That point may have arrived now. The entire secret realm has been cut off from the outside world, and A-level beasts are emerging one after another—do you have any clues?"

"Such a thing exists?"

Zhu Ran asked questions for half an hour, her face full of helplessness.

The communication with the old magic mirror is bound by a life contract, making it unlikely that it would be perfunctory or concealed.

This ancient beast only retains basic knowledge of things.

In other aspects, he knew nothing when asked, as if he had Alzheimer's disease.

The most troublesome thing is that it sometimes contradicts itself when it speaks.

What was just said might be forgotten in the next moment, so Zhu Ran needs to describe the problem again.

"Hoping that Master Jing can enlighten us—give up on that idea as soon as possible."

Zhu Ran sighed and tried to accept reality.

Although I didn't understand the whole story.

However, the benefits of signing the contract were considerable.

As the saying goes, contentment brings happiness. At this moment, he should change his mindset and be more positive.

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"Xuexi, let's go to the heart of the cave to collect trash."

The Broken-Winged Frost Butterfly nodded, glanced at the Beast-Head Chain, and helped it unfreeze.

"Human brother, you, you, you—oh no!"

The beast-head chain's body was frozen, but its mind continued to think.

Even after it was freed, it still couldn't understand Zhu Ran's intentions.

At the same time, it couldn't understand why this Brother Jing didn't resist? He just took her in like that?

Even in its fallen state, its identity as an ancient weapon beast cannot be faked. But what about its inherent dignity? What about its pride? Has it all been worn away by the years?

The animal-head chain sighed and groaned all the way.

But no beast paid him any attention. Everyone was observing the old magic mirror, watching it float and fly, and all the mirror clones in the secret room disappeared. They marveled at it.

half an hour.

The group proceeded into the heart of the cave.

Under Zhu Ran's command.

The fragments of weapons and beasts embedded in the wall were all pulled out and thrown on the ground, piling up into a small mountain.

"Croak—"

The Hercules Frog, having witnessed the entire process, couldn't help but widen its eyes and let out a hesitant croak.

It carries at most one-third of these "junk" items.

The rest can only be done by Haha.

"Huffing and puffing~"

The husky pig swung its tail, its nostrils constantly exhaling warm breath, eager to share the heavy load.

"Perhaps there's a better way."

Zhu Ran remained calm and unhurried, first taking stock of the spoils of war.

A total of 251 pieces, large and small.

More than sixty of them are suspected to be duplicates.

Those that truly meet the standards for potions are recorded as 185.

"Including what we got from the Black Flame Territory, we only have about two hundred items at most."

Zhu Ran is under immense pressure.

This means that there are still four-fifths of the journey to collect all one thousand fragments.

The situation in the secret realm is currently turbulent, making it unrealistic for him to collect the materials at a leisurely pace. Is there any way to complete it quickly?

Zhu Ran thought of the word "robbery".

"Go find other ferocious beasts and destroy their lair; this is the best shortcut!"

Zhu Ran steeled his resolve, his eyes flashing with a cold light, his thoughts flowing smoothly.

"However, how to implement it requires careful consideration; relying solely on Xuexi is too risky —"

Zhu Ran was lost in thought for a moment.

Suddenly, he looked at the old magic mirror.

"Elder Jing, you possess spatial abilities; could you store these items?"

"Hmm, it cannot hold living things, nor can it bear things containing immense energy, otherwise the overflowing part will damage my mirror."

Zhu Ran was overjoyed.

In the old Magic Mirror's panel, many talents have been confirmed, with only "Space Storage" remaining.

These four words were actually one of the factors that prompted him to make up his mind to form a contract with the old magic mirror.

"Would you consider the corpse of the skull staff to be imposing?" Zhu Ran asked probingly.

"It doesn't count before, and it doesn't count now," the Old Mirror replied after a moment's thought.

Ultimately, it all comes down to restoring the bloodline—

Zhu Ran understood that in the wrong form, all talents lose most of their effectiveness, and the remaining ones are of little use.

However, this is a pet beast with both spatial and spiritual attributes, capable of replacing spatial items. If word gets out, there will be countless envious people. He can only secretly rejoice.

"Whoosh~~~"

In an instant, the surface of the old magic mirror rippled like water, and a mysterious suction force emerged.

The mountain of corpses of soldiers and beasts wriggled and flew into the world in the mirror.

A minute or two later, only a dozen or so relatively intact remnants of the weapons, exuding a menacing aura, remained on the ground; the rest had vanished.

"Let Xiao Ji carry these."

"By the way, Mr. Mirror, how big is your storage space exactly? Is there any room left?"

"Yes," the old magic mirror said calmly. "Only one-tenth has been used, and there's still room for nine more."

Zhu Ran was greatly surprised. Even with his spatial talent weakened, he could still store ten small mountains. If he were at his peak...

Zhu Ran swallowed hard. This wasn't just a spatial ring; it was a mobile warehouse! He had really found a treasure!

"Brother Jing is actually an expert in 'storage'? This is the first time I've ever heard of this—"

The beast-head chain looked constipated. He had known them first, but he was behind on the news, which made him feel a little awkward.

Zhu Ran ignored the warning and continued the experiment.

He transferred the vast majority of Xiao Ji's supplies to Mirror Elder's body.

In this way, Xiao Ji only needs to carry one bag to hold items with excessively high energy residue that cannot be stored.

"Great! We won't need to bother Qin Tao anymore. We're the biggest arms dealers in the secret realm!"

Zhu Ran was overjoyed because he further discovered that the "spatial storage" of the old magic mirror was more reliable than freezing in some ways. When meat was thrown in, it rotted extremely slowly, and when it was taken out again, it was still fresh and bloody.

"I really don't know how strong Mirror will be after the reversal!"

At this moment, Zhu Ran's anticipation burned like a flame, its radiance even more dazzling than the sun.

But we adhere to the principle of eating one bite at a time and walking one step at a time.

Zhu Ran retrieved the old magic mirror, then left the valley and returned to the temporary camp set up by the main force, where he quickly took a nap.