The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

The distraught Croton flew around aimlessly in the mountains and forests.

A sixth-level mantis spirit chased after it, waving its front claws like sharp blades.

Croton was so frightened that it ran away.

The fourth-ranked Golden-winged Roc saw this and mercilessly mocked it, saying, "A useless thing like you, even insects can bully you. If I were you, I would be so ashamed."

Croton was speechless and flew away in a hurry.

Tired of flying, it decided to take a rest on a branch.

At this time, a third-level gibbon was holding a vine and swinging back and forth for fun.

Suddenly, it found a croton resting on a branch, and it jumped up and pounced towards the croton.

Croton screamed and flew away just as the monkey's paw was about to touch it.

Why does even a third-level ape dare to bully me? Am I really that useless?

Then it discovered that when it flew high in the sky, other birds bullied it, and when it wanted to stop and rest, snakes, insects, rats and ants came to bully it.

Only the golden-winged Roc looked down on it, but did not bully it.

Badou decided to follow the golden-winged Peng bird.

"Boss, I'm willing to cheer for you and be your minion. All I ask is that you protect me."

The golden-winged Roc glanced at it and said, "Since we are all birds, I can protect you. There are two types of minions under my command. One type does not need to practice hard and will be bullied by other monsters, but with my protection, they will not lose their lives and then just eat and wait for death.

One is to practice hard and improve your cultivation level, and then when your level is higher, I can teach it fighting skills.

This kind of small minions can fight with me in the future and cultivate together to become high-level monsters. On weekdays, we drink and eat meat together, and no other monsters dare to bully us.

What kind of minion do you want to be?"

Croton was immediately conflicted. It wanted to drink wine, eat meat, and not be bullied, but practicing was so hard.

Forget it, let it be the first type of minion.

Badou chose the first way of life.

So, in the days that followed, it could only eat lifeless food every day and live in fear.

When other birds are happy, they make fun of it, and when they are angry, they beat it to vent their anger.

Those spiritual fruits and meats that are overflowing with spiritual energy, and the fairy wine with a strong aroma have nothing to do with it. It can only watch other birds drinking wine and eating meat from afar.

Forget it, I won’t watch it anymore. The more I watch, the more uncomfortable I feel.

The drooling croton flew farther away to avoid the temptation of these delicacies.

If not eating these delicacies was a torture, what was even more shocking to Croton was that its lifespan was exhausted.

Feeling that his life was slipping away quickly and that he would soon die of old age, Badou suddenly felt endless regret in his heart.

If it had chosen the second life, would it be like those birds now, drinking and eating meat, and having plenty of life left to enjoy such a life?

At this time, the Garuda came to Badou and said, "If you were given a chance to choose between these two lives again, which one would you choose?"

Badou immediately said, "I choose the second one, the second one."

The Garuda said cheerfully, "Okay, then I'll let you try this second life."

Then Badou immediately discovered that he, who was originally very old and about to die, suddenly turned into a young bird that had just cultivated to the middle stage of the first level.

Seeing himself full of energy again, Croton flew around and spun in circles excitedly.

After the excitement, it began to practice honestly.

However, even after absorbing it for a few hours every day, the spiritual energy grew extremely slowly, which made Badou very painful.

However, after seeing a former companion die of old age, Badou suddenly felt that if he only practiced for a few hours every day and could still play for the rest of the time, life would not seem so difficult to endure.

It finally calmed down and began to practice continuously for several hours every day.

Day after day, year after year.

Badou cultivated to the seventh level. Then, the golden-winged Peng bird began to teach it magic and fighting skills.

Badou studied very seriously and practiced very hard.

Finally, when it was flying in the mountains and forests again, the sixth-level mantis raised a pair of front claws and slashed at it. It dodged nimbly, then rushed over quickly and bit the mantis's body in one bite.

While eating the delicious mantis, Croton felt the joy of hunting for the first time.

No, this is not enough. It needs to cultivate to a higher level, it needs to catch higher-level meat, and it needs to never die of old age again.

The demonic spiritual power in the body suddenly started to operate automatically, and the prototype of a demon pill slowly took shape.

Badou shuddered and woke up.

Looking at the peach blossoms and peaches in front of it, it finally realized that everything that had just happened was not real.

It’s great that the owner didn’t reject it. The realistic scene just now was actually fake.

Badou couldn't help but activate his demonic power and wanted to fly.

But the next moment, it was stunned.

Sensing that the demon pill was about to condense in his body, Badou almost cried.

Some monsters can condense a monster pill at the fourth level, and those that are almost there will definitely be able to condense a monster pill when they reach the seventh level.

Only it, even though its cultivation level has increased to the ninth level, still cannot condense a demon pill.

Badou could feel that if he could condense the demon pill this time, he would be able to successfully advance to the tenth level.

It desperately absorbed and circulated spiritual power, trying to solidify the demon pill.

However, as time went on, the shadow of the demon pill not only failed to solidify, but instead showed signs of disintegrating.

Badou knew that this was because his bloodline was too low and could not provide the demon pill with pure follow-up energy.

Is it true that an ordinary demon bird like this with low bloodline and no inheritance really has no chance of cultivating to a high level?

No, the master must have a way. It wants to see the master.

However, just when Badou wanted to fly out of the peach forest, the scenery in front of him changed. He was surrounded by white fog and could not see or sense anything.

Badou, who had been living with humans for hundreds of years, immediately realized that he had been trapped in a formation.

It desperately called out to its master using its mind, but there was no response at all.

Badou was stunned again. Could it be that everything he had experienced before was actually true? Did his master really terminate the contract with him and no longer want him?

Now, its mind was completely confused. It couldn't figure out whether everything before it was fake, or whether all its previous experiences were fake.

What should it do?

Just when Badou was completely desperate, it suddenly thought of the storage bag around its neck.

He took out the jade bottle from the storage bag and poured out a fiery red demon pill.

Badou was too lazy to think too much, so he took a bite of the pill and swallowed it into his stomach.

An extremely violent and huge power exploded in its body, causing it to almost faint from the pain.