PFC Chapter 113 Before the Storm, Practicing Spells
Chapter 113 Before the Storm, Practicing Spells
Once inside, the grassy slope scenery remains exceptionally beautiful.
Wenwen walked down the grassy slope to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
Before even getting close to the courtyard, you could hear arguing coming from the fields in the backyard.
"Didn't you say that energy stones would make it grow faster? How long has it been?"
"How long?"
"Never mind that, anyway, I feel like I've been waiting for ages, how come it's only grown this little? You liar, you big liar!"
"Isn't this fast enough? The vines are almost covering the entire ground, and you're still complaining that it's growing too slowly?"
"When will it be able to talk to me?"
"How would I know? You'd have to ask it yourself."
“I asked it, but it didn’t answer me.”
"You'll have to ask yourself why it's not talking to you."
"Then it still hasn't grown properly."
Wenwen listened to these repetitive remarks, which eventually returned to the very beginning of the problem.
She didn't care about the two of them. They would have a small argument every two days and a big argument every three days. They could argue all they wanted, but the premise was that they couldn't destroy anything anymore, or they would be in big trouble.
She originally intended to ignore the two of them, but she took Aying's comment, "The vines are about to cover the whole ground," to heart.
Wenwen had been thinking about the vines. She had wanted to use them to weave mats, but Aying had ruined them all.
Upon hearing this, she turned and walked towards the fields in the backyard.
Just as I turned the corner, the scene before me was indeed something to be happy about.
Wow, these vines are growing really fast!
Wenwen was overjoyed. She squinted at the ground and estimated that she wouldn't have to worry about the family's sleeping mats anymore, as sleeping bags and mats would be a perfect match.
To prevent a repeat of the tragedy, pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you break a bare branch when there are no flowers left.
Wenwen took out a dagger, squatted down, and began to harvest the vines from the ground, muttering to herself as she did so.
"Ah, if only my second brother were here, he's an expert at cutting this."
"Wow, this thing is so sturdy. It looks insignificant as it is a thin vine, but it still takes some strength to grow."
"Hey ha, hey ha..."
Unconsciously, Wenwen started chanting to herself. Perhaps it was her body's response, but she channeled her spiritual energy into her hand and slowly poured it into the dagger. Gradually, the dagger adapted to the enhancement of the spiritual energy.
Wenwen brandished her dagger and harvested everything in her path, which was indeed much less strenuous.
Wenwen stopped when her spiritual energy was completely depleted and her hands became strained.
She looked back at the vines that had piled up along the way.
Wow, I didn't know until I looked, and I was shocked! I never expected that with the blessing of spiritual power, the speed would be so amazing.
At the same time, I also saw the two guys next to me.
She raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, A-Ying asked the question first.
"Master, what are you going to do with this?"
"We'll make mats to use with our sleeping bags."
"A mat? For sleeping?" Aying's voice had a strange tone.
Wenwen could tell that Aying still didn't really like the vines.
"How about it? Is this a good idea? Hehe."
Ah Ying really didn't like this broken vine. This owner was just lucky, like a blind cat catching a mouse. In her memory, vines had many uses, and she had never heard of using them as cushions. It was a complete waste.
The master really doesn't know what's good for her. But, she'll discover it for herself eventually.
For the family, this mat is sufficient for the time being, and it's always good to have an extra layer of protection during the exile.
"Great, that's perfect!"
"Master, once your spiritual energy is depleted, hurry up and recover it. Cultivating here might be more efficient."
A Ying never forgets its mission.
Wenwen: "......"
Being rushed and pressured is so frustrating, isn't it?
She completely understood Aying's eagerness.
Elderly people always mean well, but as the ones being urged, they often have a rebellious streak. Some people consider the consequences of their rebellion, while others don't care at all.
That's good; Wenwen belongs to the former category.
"Okay, I'll start cultivating right away."
As the saying goes, "Listen to advice, and you'll have a full stomach."
"Master, let's go play! Let's go!"
Before Aying could even begin to chatter, Xianbao scooped her up, left a single sentence, and vanished like the wind.
Wenwen looked around. She had cut some of the vines, but the rest were completely unaffected, swaying in the wind, full of vitality.
The other spiritual plants and fruit trees dug up from the mountain are growing very well, and some have even bloomed a few small flowers, so they should bear fruit soon. Everything is developing in a good direction.
Wenwen inhaled the sweet scent in the air, took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged in meditation.
Soon, the surrounding spiritual energy gradually gathered towards Wenwen, looking like a moving vortex from a distance. The vortex moved forward and slowly surrounded Wenwen.
Wenwen circulated her breath and incantation, immersing herself in cultivation. She guided the spiritual energy to flow through her body, passing through her limbs and bones before returning to her dantian to settle.
And so it goes, over and over again.
Time passed little by little during the cultivation process.
"Phew...that's it for today."
Wenwen opened her eyes and felt the changes in her body. The abundant spiritual energy made her feel relaxed and in excellent spirits.
Thinking of all the various spells in the book, I suddenly felt a strong urge to try them out.
She opened her palm and, following the instructions in the book, tried to channel a wisp of spiritual energy into her palm. Slowly, a fireball, the size of a peanut, condensed in her palm.
Continuing to channel spiritual energy, the fireball grew from the size of a peanut to the size of a broad bean, then to the size of a peach pit. Sensing that it could no longer grow larger, Wenwen threw the fireball forward with all her might.
"Oh!"
With a crisp sound, a dent appeared in the ground about 2 meters ahead, a rather large dent.
"Wow, so this is the Fireball spell! It's not bad for the first time."
Wenwen looked at the somewhat powerful fireball spell and had some thoughts.
No wonder people are drawn to spiritual cultivation; with the blessing of spiritual power, they can indeed accomplish things that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
However, cultivation is not easy.
Spiritual power is directly proportional to time; if you want to make progress, you must spend time cultivating.
This isn't something that happens in a day or two, or even a year or two; some people spend their entire lives pursuing it.
Without a steadfast heart and unwavering faith, how easy is it to achieve anything on the path of cultivation?
"Wen'er, wake up, wake up quickly."
The soft gasps outside immediately pulled Wenwen back to reality.
Without a second thought, Wenwen slipped out.
As soon as she opened her eyes, her grandmother whispered to her, "Wen'er, you're awake! Quickly pack your things, your father said someone from the yamen has woken up."
Oh, is that so?
With a thought, Wenwen caused everything that shouldn't have been in the room to vanish instantly.
She even took away all the blankets she had given to the children.
Not long after, the commotion from the yamen runners grew louder, and they indeed started shouting.
"Get up, get up, hurry up and get ready, eat and set off quickly, while the weather is still good, we still have to travel today."
Under the threat of the whip, the prisoners quickly packed up, ate, and lined up.
With the sound of the broken gong, this group of people began another day's journey.