Ling Chuxi carefully cut off half a piece of orchid leaf and put it into her mouth. A cool and pure stream without any impurities flowed into her body along the tip of her tongue and immersed in the sea of mind.
The sea of mind, which was like a boundless ocean, also became blue and bright, so clear that it made people's hearts tremble. And the martial arts core, which was half-condensed but was severely damaged, became solid again and emanated.
Emitting a soft and holy light.
Ling Chuxi clearly felt that in just an instant, most of her injuries to her consciousness had healed. Although it had not yet returned to its previous level, it had completely stabilized.
Now even if she uses the Kenshin Soul-Breaking Technique with all her strength, she will only feel tired easily, and the stinging pain of damaged consciousness will no longer be felt in her mind.
This is just half a leaf of Molan, and it has such a good effect on repairing spiritual consciousness. How good would it be if it was refined into a pill? Ling Chuxi was even more looking forward to it.
With a thought in her mind, Ling Chuxi entered the Sumeru space. The little yellow chicken was having a great time with the dozen phantom spirit insects. When she saw Ling Chuxi coming, she immediately flapped her wings and flew out clumsily.
In other words, it pounced.
Ling Chuxi noticed that the little guy hadn't grown that much, but the big red bird's crown on his head had changed a bit and looked more colorful. He must have grown a little more.
The little yellow chicken landed on Ling Chuxi's head and happily built a chicken nest.
Ling Chuxi was really helpless about her hobby of little yellow chickens.
Ling Chuxi came to the Fusang Sacred Tree and planted the ink orchid. One ink orchid plant only had a few leaves. Even if the roots were included, it would not be able to produce a few elixirs.
Ling Chuxi would not do anything like this.
If it were anyone else, even if he was given a mochi plant, it would not be able to survive transplantation, but Ling Chuxi has the Sumeru Space. With the energy of chaos that originated from the origin, and the abundant spiritual power provided by the Fuso Sacred Tree,
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Ling Chuxi is sure that the transplant will survive.
This orchid was collected with great care, not even the roots were damaged. In addition, the owner of Yi Village stored it properly and it is still very vigorous, so naturally there is no problem.
"Xiao Huang, this is called Mo Lan. It's an incredible treasure. Look carefully. If half a leaf is missing, I will pluck your hair and make soup." Ling Chuxi lifted the little yellow chicken from the top of her head.
Pulling it off, he pointed at Mo Lan and warned.
The matter was so important that she had to be cautious. When this little guy got crazy, he would play with everything happily. Who knows if he would pull out Mo Lan and build a henhouse on a whim.
"Chirp chirp..." The little yellow chicken chirped twice disapprovingly, full of contempt. As if to say, I am only interested in building a nest on your head, not this kind of weed.
"It's okay if you don't. Anyway, you have to be careful and keep an eye on me." Ling Chuxi guessed what it meant and said.
"Chirp..." Ling Chuxi was about to turn around when she heard the little yellow chicken making an obviously frightened cry.
"What's wrong?" Ling Chuxi asked.
The little yellow chicken stared with soy eyes and pointed at the mochi plant that had half of its flavor missing with its little wings, its eyes full of horror.
Despite this little guy's superficial disapproval, he was still very scared of having his hair plucked and stewed in soup by Ling Chuxi.
"That's what I did, I won't blame you, don't worry." Ling Chuxi looked at it, felt funny in her heart, and said comfortingly.