I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Fifty-six Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan felt that this was a little unfair to her and planned to buy some meat after earning more spirit stones this time to cook something for herself. As she thought about it, she wanted to check how many spirit stones were currently left, but when she felt around Mister Long’s pillow, the few spirit stones she had placed there previously were all gone, and there was no trace of them under the pillow either.

Suddenly, she remembered the small pile of ashes that she swept out from the table beside her when she was cleaning the house yesterday. She hadn’t paid any attention to it at the time, but now that she thought about it, those ashes were likely the dust left behind after the spirit stones had been absorbed.

The look in Mu Wanwan’s eyes became complicated for a moment, and she understood at once that it was Mister Long who had given her the spirit stones to use.

He didn’t seem to be as unpleasant and terrible as outsiders said.

To be honest, it was actually beyond Mu Wanwan’s expectations that Mister Long would give her spirit stones to use.

Last time, in the interdimensional pouches Mengmeng delivered to her, there were only some low-grade spirit stones, some miscellaneous items, some elixirs, and that jade bangle that was clearly for girls.

She thought that Mister Long was just simply giving her the things he didn’t need. After all, Mister Long was now in great need of spirit stones to heal his wounds, which she could totally understand. However, it now seemed like she had been wrong.

She couldn’t help but touch Mister Long’s exposed white ears gently, and said softly, “I’m sorry, Mister Long.”

Smiling, Mu Wanwan felt much better. She placed the mid-grade spirit stone she had saved in her interdimensional pouch for a rainy day and all the remaining low-grade spirit stones in a pile beside Mister Long’s pillow——

So far, it looked like Mister Long was a very good person; she couldn’t let him down. She had to earn money to take good care of him.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng stood on the table and chirped at Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan turned around and picked up Mengmeng, who seemed to be angry with her yesterday, and put it on her shoulder.

The feathery chirp rubbed against her cheek; the little tantrum from yesterday had long since disappeared after being fed delicious things and given a fragrant bath. Mengmeng liked Wanwan the most~

The human and bird went to the courtyard. Mu Wanwan brought one Condensed Snow, three Chimebell grass, and three Qingyu flowers to maturity, then went to the bathroom in the side hall. She fetched a stool and got ready to practice alchemy here.

Mu Wanwan took out the elixir cauldron and put it on the floor. Following Uncle Zong’s instructions, she gently fiddled with the device at the bottom of the elixir cauldron that controlled the elixir flame.

Almost immediately, the elixir cauldron spun slowly and floated in mid-air; a faint trace of elixir flame emerged from the bottom of it.

Mu Wanwan was taken aback, and Mengmeng also chirped rather excitedly. The human and bird stared at the elixir cauldron for a long time like country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

“Chirp~”

Mengmeng’s voice brought Mu Wanwan back to her senses. She didn’t immediately start refining elixirs based on the elixir recipe she had long since committed to memory, but rather, first tried fiddling around with the device that controlled the elixir flame.

To the right, the elixir flame became a lot stronger, and to the left, it weakened.

However, after only touching it for a while, Mu Wanwan felt that the entire elixir cauldron was burning hot.

She frowned. If it was like this, it was impossible for her to control the intensity of the elixir flame. Her spiritual energy was of the wood element, so there was no way for her to refine elixirs directly either…

Hang on—spiritual energy.

An idea came to mind, and Mu Wanwan experimentally imagined her spiritual power as a palm, then slowly pressed it against the device that controlled the elixir flame.

With great effort, she toggled it towards the left.

The elixir flame instantly dimmed. Mu Wanwan wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Just lightly adjusting the device had cost her a lot of spiritual energy. Moreover, she felt that it was very difficult to control it precisely. Knowing alchemy, it would be very hard to succeed with just the slightest mistake in the control of the heat. It was difficult for even fire element cultivators who could use their own spiritual energy directly as elixir flame to have such fine control, and even more difficult for her who had to rely on a device.

Mu Wanwan was not in a hurry to begin with the alchemy. She spent another two to three hours just familiarizing herself with the control of the elixir flame. She hadn’t consumed too much of the spiritual energy in her body, only using about one-tenth of it, but she had a mild headache and was a little tired from constantly concentrating on manipulating her spiritual energy.

Mengmeng had been very quiet all day, watching her fiddling with the elixir cauldron with great concentration. It hadn’t even dozed off, which was very surprising to Mu Wanwan.

“Chirp~” Seeing that she was looking at it, Mengmeng turned its head and gave a soft chirp, looking cute as can be, immediately curing Mu Wanwan of her mental exhaustion.

She reached out her fingers and touched its cute little scarf, then started preparing to begin refining elixirs with great energy!

First, she put the three Chimebell grass into the elixir cauldron, then turned on a medium-sized flame. Mu Wanwan proceeded with great concentration, and Mengmeng also kept silent obediently. Soon, the three Chimebell grass turned into a puddle of pale green liquid.

Mu Wanwan used her spiritual power to suspend the Chimebell grass liquid in mid-air, then picked up the Condensed Snow plant and took a deep breath.

The petals of the Condensed Snow plant would melt instantly upon being placed in the cauldron—she had to grasp the timing and degree of the flame well.

Mu Wanwan was in a state of high concentration, quickly tearing off the petals of the Condensed Snow plant. The instant they fell in the elixir cauldron, they melted immediately. Mu Wanwan had thought that the elixir flame was small enough, but it still wasn’t. The Condensed Snow plant turned into a bundle of mist almost immediately, and she didn’t even have a chance to salvage it.

It was a failure.

The author has something to say:

Mister Long, “I’ve touched, hugged, and kissed my wife. I’ve done everything there is to do, and have no regrets.”