She became a god

Chapter 372 Nine Yang Fruit (Part Two)

That night, the little panda took the initiative to contact Wanjun in its sea of ​​consciousness.

[Wanjun, could you please give me another Nine Yang Fruit?]

You can eat it yourself, but if it's for the sake of other living beings, then don't mention it again.

The little panda said, feeling wronged, "But tomorrow is A-Jing's birthday, and I want to give her a surprise."

Why do you like Feng Wei so much?

The little panda said earnestly, "Because Feng Hui is good to me, I want to be good to her too."

Is she really good to you? I don't see it that way.

The little panda was angry. [Ah-E is so good to me, better than my master and mother combined, only slightly less so than my great-grandmother.]

Although the red panda is small, it knows everything perfectly well.

If it weren't for the bet, Master Ling Tianchu would never have accepted me as a disciple.

Every few days, Empress Ye Xingming would compare herself to the most outstanding cultivators of the same realm and field, and if she fell short in any way, she would stop smiling at her.

This also made the red panda hate training for a time.

Cultivation should be a joyful thing, so why cultivate for the sake of comparison?

Although Feng Yi always had a cold face and only replied to her once out of ten sentences, she made no demands on her and always cleaned up the messes for the little panda for free. When she saw the little panda was sad, she would take the initiative to use a golden apple to comfort it!

The red panda really loves Feng Ai!

The little panda softened its voice and pleaded, "Wanjun~ Wanjun, you're the best, please help me this once!"

[A money-losing product!]

.........

The next morning, Feng Mei noticed that the red panda was acting mysteriously. "A Mei, close your eyes and reach out your hand."

Feng Sui smiled helplessly and did as she was told, thinking that Zhou Zhou must have gotten some new and interesting things to share with her.

"One, two, three, open your eyes."

He felt a weight in his hand, and when he looked down, it was... the Nine Yang Fruit?

Feng Hui exclaimed in surprise, "Where did you get this?"

The little panda wouldn't say anything, but just smiled and said, "Happy birthday, A-Hei! (^O^)y"

Feng Hui felt a lump in her throat, a mixture of joy and shame.

What pleases me is Ye Qingzhou's sincere heart.

I feel ashamed that I deceived her.

Today is not her birthday. Since her mother and sister died in battle, she has never celebrated her birthday again.

At the time, the little panda was pestering her a lot, so she just randomly picked a date.

Unexpectedly, the little panda remembered it and even found such a precious spiritual fruit for itself.

Feng Rui hugged the red panda, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you, this is my favorite birthday present."

The little panda proudly raised its head and said, "Then you should try it!"

The moment she tasted it, Feng Xiu felt a sense of familiarity with the flavor. After finishing the meal, she finally remembered.

That day in the Evil Emperor's Treasure Trove, the little panda wanted to eat half of a spiritual fruit, and it tasted just like this.

Feng Rui was immediately anxious and hurriedly asked, "Did you ask Senior Wan Jun for it? When did you contact her? What condition do you owe her?"

The little panda scratched its head. "I contacted her yesterday. Actually, she's a really nice person. I begged her and she gave it to me."

Feng Wei, however, did not believe it. How could the second-in-command of a cult be so easy to talk to?

“Zhouzhou, don’t lie to me, don’t be afraid. Whatever you owe her, I can pay it back with you.”

The little panda sighed, "We really didn't pay any price! If I had to say, I was a good-for-nothing who got scolded by her all night."

Even now, Wan Jun still looks down on the little panda in her mind, constantly calling it a money-loser.

Feng Wei was filled with doubt and surprise. Seeing the little panda's calm expression, she couldn't help but sigh, "I never expected that Senior Wan Jun would have such a compassionate side!"

The little panda thought about Wan Jun's face, which was exactly like a magnified version of itself, and nodded repeatedly, "Of course, Wan Jun is actually a beautiful and kind-hearted person!"

Having been given a "good person" card, Wan Jun immediately sneered, "Tell Feng Hui that if she cannot retrieve the Cloud and Water Zen Heart for me in ten years, I will take her life."

What is "Zen Mind in Clouds and Water"? Is it edible?

Wan Jun had read the message but did not reply, so the little panda had no choice but to tell Feng Hui the truth.

Feng Hui frowned, and after a moment, sighed, "It's not that this Cloud and Water Zen Heart can't be obtained, it's just..."

Under the curious gaze of the little panda, Feng Wei whispered, "But this will offend both the Heavenly Realm and the Buddhist Realm."

"Yunshui Chanxin" refers to the springs of Yunzhou Jinghai and the heart of Xizhou Linghai.

Every five thousand years, when the spring of Yunzhou Mirror Sea and the heart of Xizhou Spirit Sea resonate with each other on the same day that the sun and moon rise and set, they will generate the Zen Heart of Clouds and Water.

In the past, the Cloud and Water Zen Heart competition was a contest between nine cultivators under the age of one thousand from each of the Celestial and Buddhist factions, who were at or below the Integration Stage, and the winners would receive the prize.

Given Feng Hui's abilities, recovering her cultivation level to the Void Refinement stage in ten years would not be a problem. In addition, with a bunch of magical treasures in her Mustard Seed Space, the success rate of secretly taking away Yunshui Chanxin during the conflict between the Heavenly Realm and the Buddhist Realm is not low.

However... once the Heavenly Realm and the Buddhist Realm find out about this, the Demon Realm will likely face a joint attack from both realms.

Unless Feng Hui can break through to the mid or even late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm before being discovered by the two realms, she will find it difficult to bear the consequences of seizing the Cloud and Water Zen Heart.

Feng Yi didn't think the other fellow cultivators were fools. Even if they could deceive her for a while, they couldn't deceive her forever.

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But if she doesn't do this task, she'll be the one who dies.

Although Senior Wan Jun only has the cultivation level of the Void Refining stage, you can see that even Mu Sha and Wen Ning, both of whom are at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending stage, dare not disobey her in the slightest.

Feng Hui didn't think she was confident she could offend Wan Jun and escape unscathed.

Is it offending the Heavenly Realm and the Buddhist Realm, or offending Senior Wan Jun?

Feng Hui was caught in a dilemma.

The red panda, resting its chin on its hand, seemed to be saying, "Can't we find a suitable scapegoat?"

Feng Wei shook her head. "Even the most suitable scapegoat will have flaws. The deductive skills of a Tribulation Transcending stage expert are comparable to those of a divination master."

If divination is divided into 100 levels, a master at the Tribulation Transcending stage would be considered a level 85 expert when it comes to deducing matters closely related to themselves.

"Furthermore, the Heavenly Realm also has the Xuanji Pavilion, whose outstanding members, such as Ling Tianchu, possess divination abilities that should not be underestimated."

Ling Tianchu's divination ability is second only to Ye Xingming. His exact strength is unknown, but he is definitely a divination master of level 90 or above!

The little panda rested its chin on its hand and said, "If I had a way to modify the space traces, wouldn't I be able to do it without anyone noticing?"

Feng Yi hurriedly checked the barrier to see if it was secure, and then quickly added several more seals before daring to ask in a low voice, "Zhouzhou, don't tell me you really inherited the spacetime bloodline of the Lu family of Yingdu!"

If this news gets out, it will be enough to stir up a bloodbath across the land.