After speaking to Huangfu Qingjue, Ling Chuxi entered the Xuxu space.
As soon as she landed on the ground, Ling Chuxi took out the alchemy furnace and was about to start refining elixirs when she suddenly felt a little deserted.
By the way, where did the little yellow chicken go? In the past, as soon as she arrived in the Sumeru space, as long as the little yellow chicken was not sleeping, it would immediately fly around and build a nest on her head. Why was there no movement today? Ling Chuxi was a little bit
Worry.
In the battle with Yuwen Siyuan during the day, the little yellow chicken was obviously much stronger than before. However, as soon as the battle was over, it immediately returned to the Sumeru space without showing off as before. Could it be that it was injured?
"Xiao Huang!" Ling Chuxi shouted, not caring about refining the pill anymore.
"Chirp chirp..." The little yellow chicken walked away from behind the ancient fusang tree with its head drooped, its wings drooped, looking weak.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Chuxi looked distressed, hugged the little yellow chicken into her arms, and used her spiritual consciousness to investigate carefully.
Fortunately, the little yellow chicken was not injured, but the vitality in his body was obviously not as strong as before, and he obviously felt that he was unable to sustain his strength.
It's no wonder that it has only been more than two years since the little guy was hatched. Although it has entered the growth stage, the time is too short and it will still be difficult to face a god-level master. The battle just now has already severely damaged its vitality.
"Are you tired? Let's eat. Just have a good meal and you'll be fine." Ling Chuxi felt relieved and took out five million five-color spiritual stones and piled a small mountain in front of the little yellow chicken.
However, the little yellow chicken did not rush in as eagerly as before, but curled up in her arms, rubbing its little mouth on her body from time to time, looking sickly.
"What's wrong?" Ling Chuxi looked at the little yellow chicken strangely, and felt uneasy again: Did she hurt her spiritual root?
Ling Chuxi's understanding of divine beasts is limited, and she guesses that since human cultivators have spiritual roots, divine beasts should be no exception. If Xiao Huang really hurts his spiritual roots, then something is wrong. Ling Chuxi's medical skills are
Yes, she would be able to heal any other cultivator whose spiritual roots were damaged, but the problem is, she is not a veterinarian.
Regardless of the spiritual beast, after entering the mature stage, it can completely transform into a human being, from the outside to the inside, and can even practice human skills, and human medical skills can also be used on them. But before that, the body
But it was very different from humans. Ling Chuxi could cure ordinary injuries, but she was helpless when her spiritual roots were damaged.
The more Ling Chuxi thought about it, the more worried she became. She used her spiritual consciousness over and over again to explore the little yellow chicken's body.
Unfortunately, the physical differences between spirit beasts and humans are so great that even though Ling Chuxi was so tired that her face was sweating and her eyes were black, she still couldn't find the problem.
"Chirp!" Seeing Ling Chuxi so worried, the little yellow chicken couldn't help but chirp a few more times.
Ling Chuxi looked at the little yellow chicken in confusion. Although she and the little yellow chicken had a life contract, Ling Chuxi could only feel its mood fluctuations through the mind connection, but could not understand what she was saying.
What, I just feel that it seems a little helpless at this time.
Alas, it’s a pity that Grandma Ling is not here, otherwise she could help translate. Ling Chuxi misses Grandma Ling.
"Forget it, let's try again." Ling Chuxi used her spiritual consciousness again, but her face was as pale as paper due to excessive use of her spiritual consciousness.
"Chirp..." The little yellow chicken suddenly flew out of her arms, spread its wings awkwardly, flew to the top of the pile of five-color spiritual stones, and opened its mouth.