Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Shen Qing regretted it endlessly. How could she have thought that such a big accident would happen in just one night? Her spiritual essence, her treasure, was shattered into powder.

How can I describe this feeling with just one word "pain"?

Shen Qing took out the well-preserved black stone from the box, and felt even sadder. Why was it not the black stone that was shattered into powder, but her spiritual essence? If she went to find her senior brother now, would he reimburse her?

After a night, the black stone's surface became even more shiny, and it was almost glowing black. Shen Qing held it in his hand, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at it without missing a thing. The black stone also made a crisp cracking sound!

Shen Qing panicked. Although she wanted the black stone to replace the spiritual marrow, she didn't want the black stone to shatter if the spiritual marrow was gone.

The black skin on the surface of the black stone fell off, revealing the pure white luster inside. The new white skin was radiant and extraordinary.

Shen Qing held the white stone in his palm and manually blocked the light. The light just now was so strong that it was like a little sun.

After her eyes adjusted, Shen Qing opened her hands. At this moment, the white stone had stopped glowing and lay simply in the palm of her hand, like an ordinary white pebble.

Shen Qing fiddled with it, but there was no response. Oh, this is strange, even stones can shed their shells, how can this be possible? And there is actually white inside a black stone, it is black and white.

Shen Qing's limited knowledge of cultivation could not answer her doubts. She took out the sound transmission order and decided to ask her master. As for why she didn't ask Yue Jingming, Shen Qing said that she really couldn't explain to him the shattering of her spirit essence.

Shen Qing used a wisp of spiritual power to probe into the sound transmission order, "Master, I have a doubt, please solve it."

Master Wanji arrived very quickly. Almost as soon as Shen Qing put down the voice transmission order, he came.

"Disciple, what doubts do you have?" Master Wanji sat down leisurely.

Shen Qing presented the white stone, "Master, I want to know what this thing is?"

Master Wanji took it and examined it carefully. He stroked his snow-white beard and said, "This is a spirit beast egg. Where did you pick it up?"

"Egg?" Shen Qing was confused. How could this stone be an egg? Then it must be as hard as a stone.

"You don't know that you can also pick up spirit beast eggs. You are lucky, my disciple." Master Wan Ji smiled with his eyes narrowed. It seems that his disciple is also an extraordinary one.

Shen Qing took the white stone back and looked at it carefully. It was true that after the black shell was shed, the white stone became more round. Doesn't it look like an egg? If the image of the black stone hadn't been so profound, she wouldn't have thought of it.

"Then Master, can you guess what kind of spiritual beast this egg is?"

"How can I tell? All the eggs in the world look the same. Maybe they are the eggs of some kind of bird or spiritual beast." Master Wanji failed to deliver at the critical moment.

Shen Qing also knew that this was indeed a bit difficult for the master. After all, this egg looked very standard, so standard that it looked like any other egg.

"But you will soon know. This egg is full of spiritual energy and vitality. I can sense that it will soon hatch."

"Breaking the shell?" Shen Qing's eyes widened in shock. No way, it's about to break the shell. Isn't it said that the incubation eggs must be kept at a certain temperature? She has left it out for a long time. Can it hatch without incubation these days?

"Spirit beast eggs are different from the chicken and duck eggs in your mortal world. They do not need the body temperature of the mother beast to incubate, but more importantly, they need the nourishment of spiritual fluid. Once they absorb enough spiritual energy, they will naturally break out of the shell." The master seemed to see her confusion and added.

Shen Qing nodded in understanding. So that's how it was. She had to change her fixed mortal mindset as soon as possible, because this was the world of cultivation.

As if to show its existence, the white egg began to shake again in Shen Qing's hand. It seemed that the little life inside was preparing to break out of the shell.

"It's over, it's over, it's about to hatch, I have to prepare a nest for it as soon as possible." Shen Qing quickly put down the egg and went to pack up to make a nest.

Master Wanji was shocked by his disciple's stupidity, "Why are you in such a hurry to build a nest?"

"If it's a baby bird, it will definitely need a clean and warm nest!"

He held his forehead with his hand, "What if it's a turtle, snake, lizard or something like that..."

"Ah, Master, please stop talking. I don't want to listen." Shen Qing shuddered at the examples given by her Master. She didn't like turtles, snakes, and lizards.

Wan Ji curled his lips and said, maybe that's the case.

Shen Qing worked quickly, and a cotton nest was finished in a short while. She carefully placed the white egg in the nest, looking at it expectantly.

Master Wanji held his forehead once again. He endured it and still didn't speak. Forget it. After all, the little disciple came from the mortal world and had little experience. Next time, he would take her to the spirit beast garden to have a look, so that she wouldn't be so excited when she saw the spirit beast hatching.

The spirit beast took a long time to hatch, and Wanji couldn't stand the loneliness, so he left first.

Shen Qing placed the cotton nest between his legs and practiced while watching over it.

When Shen Qing opened her eyes again, she saw a pair of small eyes. She saw a wet little chick lying in the cotton nest between her legs, with orange eyes as beautiful as dandelions blooming on the grassland.

She hatched a chick? A chick?! Where is the spiritual beast?

Shen Qing used her spiritual power to dry the chick's feathers, and its feathers suddenly became fluffy, making it look more like a chicken.

"Chirp" Shen Qing was touched by the sound of the little chicks, and her eyes were as gentle as water. So what if it was a chicken? After all, a spiritual chicken was one level higher than an ordinary chicken. It was jumping around in the nest, so cute.

Zenith Peak

[Warning! Warning! The heroine's luck is rising, please work harder!]

What? Su Wan'er almost dropped the sword in her hand. She frowned. What was going on? What did the heroine do to make her luck soar?

[System, what's going on? ]

[The heroine's luck is rising, please redouble your efforts, you can take actions in the following aspects: 1 gain reputation points 2 gain the favor of the son of luck 3 become the first inner disciple]

Su Wan'er's face turned red with anger. Damn system, it always gives irrelevant answers. She was completely clueless. How could she complete the task? She couldn't even find the heroine until now. She finally checked the list of disciples who entered the inner sect this year, but she didn't see anyone named Su Han. While she was making no progress, the heroine's luck was secretly rising!

Is the heroine's luck really that strong? The system can't even search for her remotely, nor can it see why her luck has increased.

She was not convinced that she could have everything just because she was the heroine. She, Su Wan'er, was the most noble woman in the world. As long as she plundered the heroine's luck, she could have everything!

"Wan'er, why is your face so red?" The sect leader's eldest disciple, Yun Changfeng, came over, his eyes full of doting.

Tears welled up in Su Wan'er's eyes. "Brother, I feel like I'm too stupid. I can't practice sword well. I'm very anxious."

Yun Changfeng patted her head soothingly, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, don't be anxious, just take your time."

"Thank you, senior brother. You are so nice." Su Wan'er showed a well-behaved and lovely smile, without any trace of her previous anger.