I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty Dragons (3)

What’s more, it wasn’t the kind of crushing pain, but the type of pain that throbbed from the inside out, especially at her dantian. There had originally only been a thin mass of spiritual energy stored there, but it had now expanded, filling up her entire dantian. Even her thin meridians were breaking new territory, first roughly tearing apart those meridians that were not tough enough, then using powerful restorative effects to mend the ruptured meridians anew.

It was as if she was being entirely transformed. If those of the cultivation world had witnessed this scene, they would definitely have been very envious.

After all, the strength of a Rank 1 cultivator was equivalent to the stage of Qi Refining— only Rank 2 cultivators were akin to the cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the price of a Foundation Establishment pill was often in the range of five top-grade spirit stones or more. The probability of successfully transforming to the Foundation Establishment stage was only 1-2%, and most mortals who were still at Qi Refining when they were in their twenties had little hope of getting to Foundation Establishment.

And their lifespan was only hundred-odd years, just a little more than regular mortals.

As for Mu Wanwan, the original soul had not much talent, and this body was already twenty years old. According to general logic, she might not be able to make a breakthrough in this life.

But her soul was somewhat special, which had led to the change in her spiritual energy, greatly improving her success rate in cultivating plants, and even allowing her to cultivate plants of much higher quality than others of the same rank. However, this did not mean that she could go very far on the path of cultivation.

For instance, this time, mere overwork and overdrafting her spiritual energy nearly killed her.

In her case, even if she had the money to buy the Foundation Establishment pills, she might not be able to successfully break through.

Yet, this half-drop of blood from Mister Long was like a game bug1.

This bit of blood was many, many times better than those Foundation Establishment pills that were not only insanely expensive, but also contained impurities and had a low success rate. That blood directly promoted Mu Wanwan from the middle stage of Rank 1, all the way to the middle stage of Rank 2.

Moreover, there were no side effects.

Ah, no, that wasn’t quite right—there was a side effect.

And that was that the process of metamorphosis was very painful.

From the time when that half-drop of blood entered her belly, Mu Wanwan felt like she was being tortured, as if someone was rolling her around on a bed of knives. It hurt so much that she couldn’t even scream.

If someone saw this, they would find that her body was suffused with a hazy layer of blood-coloured misty light. As time went on, that misty light gradually faded, and when it totally dissipated, Mu Wanwan’s torturous metamorphosis was finally complete.

It had been a total of more than thirty hours from when she collapsed to the end of her metamorphosis.

When Mu Wanwan regained consciousness, it was bright outside. She lay in bed with her eyes closed.

She felt sticky all over, but she was no longer feeling as bad as before. Only her limbs were a little sore, and there was an unpleasant odour lingering around the tip of her nose. Before Mu Wanwan could recover herself, her memory came back bit by bit——

She remembered that she went to the market, then accidentally got caught in the rain. Mister Long had a fever again, she fed the dragon, didn’t feel well, and went to sleep. The next day, she felt even worse, and had a fever that lasted until now?

Mu Wanwan shook her head, somehow feeling that something was not quite right.

Would one suddenly feel full of strength after a bout of fever? When she had gotten ill in the past, she had never seemed to be so energetic upon waking up. Besides, she had noticed since just now, what’s the smell in this room? It stinks really badly!

Mu Wanwan wanted to open her eyes, but felt like something was stuck on her eyelids. She wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but as soon as she squeezed her fingers together, she felt that sticky feeling on her hands as well. She raised her hand with some disgust, but in the next moment, she accidentally hit someone’s arm.

Wait, an arm?

How could there be someone else’s arm in her quilt?

Mu Wanwan suddenly came to her senses. Her reason restored, she couldn’t care about anything else, and hurriedly stuck her hand out of the quilt, endured the stench and reached up to wipe away the sticky dirt on her eyelids. She finally managed to open her eyes, and was able to see the current situation——

The sight almost sent Mu Wanwan into a stupor.

She closed her eyes in disbelief, silently recited that she must have opened her eyes in the wrong way, then, full of expectation, opened them again.

Mister Long’s deathly pale face that was very close to her was telling her:

No, you didn’t see wrong.

Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment; she was having a mini-meltdown.

Who could tell her why Mister Long was so close to her??!! She could even touch his arm if she just reached out, and also touch his tail if she moved her foot!

Footnote:

1 game bug: ‘Bug’ as in the bugs that occur in games. In Chinese slang, it’s typically something that causes errors that players can exploit for their benefit, and not ‘bug’ as in creepy-crawly.

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