In the Ancient Space, Xiao Hei, Old Jin, and Fatty Mao Er lay bored in the grass, swinging their tails out of sheer boredom.
"The master has been in closed-door ditation for seven days, why hasn’t she co out yet?" Xiao Hei blinked his round amber eyes, a hint of worry flashing in his gaze.
"Sigh! Who knows? It’s so boring!" Fatty Mao Er rolled back and forth in the grass a few tis, humming in boredom.
"Stop howling! Can’t you let your Lord ow sleep?" Old Jin, who was having a sweet nap, was startled by Fatty Mao Er’s cries. In a fit of morning grumpiness, he kicked Fatty Mao Er hard.
Fatty Mao Er was kicked far away, tumbling out of the grass with green grass stuck to his head.
"Damn you! How dare you kick your Auntie Cat!" With a sudden force from his hind legs, he shot towards Old Jin like a streak of light and crashed headfirst into his belly.
Old Jin let out a miserable cry as he and Fatty Mao Er beca embroiled in a tussle, the grass a flurry of chaos.
To avoid innocent collateral damage, Xiao Hei quickly fled from the battlefield, wagging his little tail as he sat obediently in front of the bamboo hut.
The master has been ditating in the hut for a full seven days. Although seven days in the Ancient Space is equivalent to just one day in the outside world, Xiao Hei was still worried that his precious master might be hungry. He blinked his round eyes, letting out a soft whimper, and lay obediently on the ground, staring fixedly at the direction of the door.
He’s going to wait here for the master to co out, woof!~
Inside the bamboo hut, An Yiqing sat cross-legged on a small bed, her hands naturally resting on her knees. In front of her, the "Shennong Nine Style" was open to a few pages, spread out on the bed.
An Yiqing, who had been in ditation for seven days, felt quite helpless herself. Seven days ago, she entered the Ancient Space, and the first thing she did was study the "Shennong Nine Style."
It’s been several months since her last ditation, yet An Yiqing’s power remained at Mid-level Demigod. The higher a martial cultivator’s strength becos, the slower the pace of improvent. For example, Gu Yelin has been stuck at Demigod Peak and hasn’t broken through the bottleneck.
The "Shennong Nine Style" is a cultivation technique left by the Ancient Great God Shennong Shi, filled with unfathomable mysteries. An Yiqing had been practicing for nearly a year, yet she could only completely master two moves.
However, though the moves were few, they were imnsely powerful. Many tis in combat, An Yiqing used these two moves to save her life.
This ti, she spent seven full days in ditation, attempting to comprehend the third move, but only gleaned a small portion.
Slowly opening her eyes, An Yiqing sighed helplessly. It seems her state of mind hadn’t reached the necessary level to perceive the profound mysteries within.
Nonetheless, although she hadn’t comprehended the third move, the bottleneck at Mid-level Demigod had slightly loosened, and her strength had clearly improved.
Nimbly jumping off the bed, An Yiqing stretched her limbs, which had grown stiff from prolonged sitting. At that mont, a soft whimper ca from outside the door, causing An Yiqing to pause and look outside with surprise, a layer of smiling intent gradually tinging her watery eyes.
Leaving the inner room, An Yiqing walked to the doorway and opened the door, only to see Xiao Hei wagging his tail, gazing at her with big, round eyes.
The soft whimper was Xiao Hei asking if An Yiqing had finished her ditation.
"Did you miss ?" An Yiqing crouched down, affectionately rubbing Xiao Hei’s little head and smiling as she asked.
"Woof..." Xiao Hei didn’t speak, rely making a soft whining sound, cuddling against An Yiqing’s body like he was whining playfully, happily wagging his little tail.
"Where are Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er?"
"Woof!~ Fighting!" Xiao Hei unhesitatingly ratted out Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er’s antics to An Yiqing, truly the epito of mischievousness.
Hearing Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er were at it again, the corner of An Yiqing’s mouth twitched violently, recalling the previous fights between the two cats.
Only four words can describe it—complete chaos!
"Ignore those two, Xiao Hei, how have you been feeling lately? Any discomfort?" An Yiqing always kept Xiao Hei and Xiao Hong’s conditions in mind. Since Yin Xilin and Tiezhu had been brought out by her, Xiao Hong had returned to Yin Xilin’s side. Luckily, ever since feeding that little snake the Heaven Mountain Snow Lotus, it hadn’t had another fever. As for Xiao Hei, the thing on his back that looked like a pot lid hadn’t changed. Sotis, Xiao Hei would whimsically bring that thing out, and Old Jin would keep saying they wouldn’t even need a table for als in the future.
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