I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 114

Fifty-one Dragons (1)

Mister Long waited for a long time, until his meridians were even showing signs of cracking.

The overburdened original core within him was also showing signs of instability.

He had been awake for too long today and had depleted too much energy.

“……” Mister Long’s face gradually turned pale, and he was about to be driven mad by the speculations in his head. He could not wait any longer. If Mu Wanwan still didn’t come back, perhaps he would go out to look for her.

His eyes gradually dimmed. Mengmeng, who was wearing the interdimensional pouch around its neck, had also grown tired of his staring. It probably thought the dragon was hopeless but did not dare to rub his ears, so it could only lie on the table and nibble on the Grade 1 Bixing grass fruit Mu Wanwan left there before going out.

After Mengmeng had its fill, it didn’t forget about the spirit chicks in the courtyard either. Holding the remaining fruit peel in its beak, it slowly and quietly jumped out through the window Mu Wanwan had kept open for ventilation when a certain dragon wasn’t paying attention.

Mengmeng delivered the peel to the cage where the spirit chicks were kept and chirped to express its affection.

Its increasingly round body was also stained with quite a bit of sticky fruit juice, and also messed up the chicks’ cage. It would be strange if Mu Wanwan didn’t give it a “loving rub” when she came back.

But Mengmeng was feeling proud. It didn’t mean to feel superior to the three tender yellow spirit chicks. Blinking its big, black eyes, it looked at the closed door, then at the chicks that were fighting over the fruit peel, and decisively chose to stay outside to accompany them.

Therefore, after Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hong Ye and pushed open the courtyard door, what she saw was a certain feather ball and three tender yellow spirit chicks huddled in a cage, covered in juice and dirt.

Mu Wanwan, “……”

This chirp was really getting bolder and bolder.

Sighing, she closed the courtyard door. “Mengmeng, why did you come in here?”

Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to make Mister Long, who was about to turn into a wife-watching stone, tremble all over——

His wife was back.

That’s great.

She’s not in trouble.

These thoughts flashed quickly through Mister Long’s mind, and his tense heart relaxed. Enduring the pain, he quickly lay down.

It’s all good as long as his wife was fine.

When he wakes up the next time, he will take a good look at her with his spiritual consciousness.

Mister Long rubbed the slightly cool bed sheets with his fingers, his raven-black eyelashes fluttered, and he closed his eyes.

……

Mu Wanwan took the feather ball out of the pile of spirit chicks. Mengmeng was a lot fluffier than when she first brought it home. As it was still a baby bird, its feathers were very soft, giving Mu Wanwan the impression that it had gained weight.

But when she washed it last time, Mu Wanwan knew that her feather ball wasn’t fat, it was just very fluffy.

The feather ball usually loved cleanliness very much, and always maintained a cute and chubby image. Why did it suddenly have so much sticky mud around its neck today…

Eh?

Why was there something around its neck too?

Mu Wanwan looked at the not very large mud-covered thing tied around Mengmeng’s neck, sighed, and carried Mengmeng back into the room. The dragon was still lying properly in bed; it seems like things should’ve been quiet while she was away.

She put Mengmeng on the table and set down the back basket before taking a look at what was hanging around Mengmeng’s neck.

It was hung around the feather ball’s neck with a thin embroidery thread. Taking care not to hurt Mengmeng’s head, Mu Wanwan carefully took down the thing that was less than half the size of her palm.

It was an…

Interdimensional pouch?

It looked similar to the one Uncle Zong gave her.

Mu Wanwan tried to infuse a bit of spiritual energy into it, but there was no change. She tried several times without giving up, but there was still no change.

Could it be that this was a cloth bag that just looked like an interdimensional pouch?

“Chirp chirp!” Mengmeng rubbed its dirty head against Mu Wanwan’s hand. Its little wings shook and shook, and under Mu Wanwan’s gaze, it was about to jump onto the bed where Mister Long was lying.

Mu Wanwan put down the interdimensional pouch Mister Long had worked so hard to get, thinking it was a piece of garbage Mengmeng picked up from god knows where…

Please forgive Mu Wanwan for being an ignorant person from modern times. She couldn’t tell that it was a medium-grade interdimensional pouch, much less know how to make the pouch acknowledge her as its owner…

Mister Long’s mind was only filled with thoughts about his wife’s smiling face upon receiving the gift and didn’t consider this issue at all.

Therefore, the gift that was painstakingly lotted was treated as a toy Mengmeng had found and placed in its next.

Mu Wanwan washed the feather ball, cleaned the spirit chicks’ cage, sorted out the things she bought, and made dinner after handling the housework.

The weather was getting increasingly colder— cooking was still fine, but her hands would turn red as carrots when she washed clothes. So, Mu Wanwan would now put away the things that had to be washed and wash everything at noon.

She had come back late today felt tired after cultivating a few Grade 2 Bixing grass for Mister Long to eat. Then, she went to the study and made a copy of the elixir recipes Uncle Zong gave her——

The ingredients for the Grade 1 Spirit Returning Pill were a Grade 1 spirit returning fruit, bellgrass, and Qingyu flower.

Spirit returning fruit was the main ingredient, Qingyu flower was used to purify and eliminate impurities, and bellgrass was used to improve the quality and effect of the pills.

The ingredients needed for the Grade 1 Condensed Snow Pill were much more complicated. It also required Qingyu flower and bellgrass, but the main ingredient was a Grade 2 spiritual plant——

Condensed Snow plant.

This was a spiritual plant that grew naturally in cold places. There weren’t many of them, and while the low-grade ones were not difficult to obtain, high-grade Condensed Snow plants would always be guarded by many high-ranking monsters.

It was also very difficult to cultivate artificially, and this time, Mu Wanwan only had fifty Condensed Snow seeds.

Condensed Snow Pills had only one function, that is, high-quality healing and the removal of some negative effects. The higher the grade, the more effective it was, and it was twice as effective on daemons.

It didn’t seem to be as useful as Spirit Returning Pills, but when you think about it, you’d know the importance of these Condensed Snow pills.

If two cultivators of similar strength were out exploring and got bitten by a venomous snake when they had almost exhausted their spiritual energy, the cultivator who took the Spirit Returning Pill would recover some spiritual energy and can use that to resist the snake venom in his body. However, if he didn’t manage to clear the venom from his body after finishing the elixir, he might still die.