242: The Magic Potion That Can Be Refined from the fairy lingzhi flower!
fairy lingzhi flower.
Su Ningyu's mouth curled up slowly.
He had entered the Gloomy Forest to find a battlefield for Coal Ball's Slaughter Evolution; the fairy lingzhi flower was just a backup plan to pick up if he happened to find one.
He hadn't expected it to appear before him just like this.
Searching for it a thousand times, only to find it without any effort.
However, the flower had not fully bloomed.
The beasts lurking around the valley were all waiting.
Waiting for the petals to fully unfold, waiting for the fragrance to reach its peak, waiting for the moment the seven-colored light was at its brightest.
They would not make a move before the flower bloomed.
Because they knew that only a fully bloomed fairy lingzhi flower possessed its complete efficacy.
Picking it early would greatly damage its spirituality, making the loss outweigh the gain.
Once the flower bloomed, this valley would turn into a slaughterhouse.
Su Ningyu looked away, and the curve of his mouth deepened.
"This really is a good place."
He looked down at Coal Ball, who was squatting by his feet.
Su Ningyu said, "This place is very suitable for your Slaughter Evolution."
Coal Ball peeked at the valley below, surrounded by beasts.
It looked at the seven-colored flower slowly blooming in the center of the valley, and finally, it looked at its master's expression.
Coal Ball: This is going to be bad. I feel like if I don't bring out my real skills, I might die a miserable death.
Lucky Frog squatted on Su Ningyu's shoulder, its black bean-like eyes shining with sincere light.
Lucky Frog: Brother, should I give you some Good Fortune? Have a safe journey?
Coal Ball slowly turned its head, its vertical pupils staring at Lucky Frog, its tail flicking behind it.
Coal Ball: Are you courting death?
Little Bell floated on the other side of Su Ningyu, the golden flames on the edges of its petals gently dancing, emitting a soft "qiu-mi."
Little Bell: It's okay, it's okay. I will heal you when you're about to die.
Coal Ball glanced at it, expressionless.
Coal Ball: You didn't spare me either.
Slime hid in the interlayer of Su Ningyu's backpack, revealing only a small, pale blue, jelly-like body, trembling as it poked out a "little head," emitting a "gu-jiu" sound as quiet as a mosquito.
Slime: Big Brother Coal Ball, I will cheer for you.
Coal Ball closed its eyes and opened them again.
Coal Ball: As long as you're happy.
Su Ningyu ignored the friendly exchange between his beasts.
His attention had already shifted to the magic potion codex.
A Heaven And Earth Treasure of this level, the fairy lingzhi flower, could certainly grant blessings if consumed directly, but that would be a waste of a precious item.
A true Breeder would not waste the potential of any Spirit Medicine.
He took the magic potion codex out of the Mirror World.
Opening the magic potion codex, the pages shimmered with a faint golden light under the Moonlight.
Lines of recipes appeared before his eyes, each one making his heart race.
[Blessing Potion]
After consumption, gain the blessing of the Hundred-Flower Fairy — immunity to all poisons, affinity with nature.
It was a permanent, irremovable protection etched into the depths of the Soul.
It was not a talent, not a skill, but a higher-level, more essential state of existence, as if recognized and blessed by the world itself.
The effect of the Blessing Potion was the most direct, stable, and safe, but its upper limit was the lowest. Those who consumed the Blessing Potion would receive the blessing of the Hundred-Flower Fairy, but that was all.
[Flower Spirit Potion]
A potion designed specifically for beasts.
After consumption, one can inherit the abilities of the Hundred-Flower Fairy and has a probability of comprehending the exclusive skills of the mythical-rank beast, the Hundred-Flower Fairy. Little Bell is a plant-type beast itself; if it could obtain the Legacy of the Hundred-Flower Fairy, its strength would see a qualitative leap.
[Awakening Potion]
Allows a beast to awaken a new talent.
Allows a beast and a Beast Tamer to awaken a new talent.
Not a skill, not an ability, but a talent — something innate, etched into the Bloodline, impossible to acquire through learning or training, and something that determines the upper limit of a beast.
Coal Ball's nine tails, Lucky Frog's Good Fortune, Little Bell's Drought — each additional talent is an extra trump card.
Every kind of potion was powerful.
He wanted every single one.
"Master." Ballot's voice interrupted his thoughts, "The flower is about to bloom."
Su Ningyu looked up.
In the center of the valley, the petals of the fairy lingzhi flower were unfolding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The seven-colored light grew brighter, and the fragrance grew richer.
The lurking beasts began to grow restless.
The Giant Armor Spider's eight long legs moved lightly on the rock wall, making a fine, scraping sound.
The Cave Ghost Python's forked tongue flicked rapidly in the air, capturing every bit of information in the floral fragrance.
The Sharp-Clawed Sparrow flock began to chirp in low voices, the sound sharp and dense, as if transmitting a certain signal.
The Alpha of the Mountain Wolf pack raised its head, its amber eyes lighting up with two cold glints under the Moonlight.
The Leaf Mantis's sickle-like forelimbs lifted slightly, the blades reflecting the seven-colored light.
The entire valley was waiting for that moment.
Su Ningyu closed the magic potion codex and tucked it into his embrace.
He squatted down, looking directly into Coal Ball's eyes.
In those amber vertical pupils, there was no fear, no hesitation, only a quiet, heavy focus.
"Coal Ball."
Su Ningyu's voice was very soft, but every word was clear.
"You are still one step away from evolution. Bloody slaughter, fighting between life and death. Here, at this moment, in this place."
He paused, pointing his finger at the seven-colored flower blooming in the center of the valley.
"Become stronger. Grow."
Coal Ball's eyes lit up.
It wasn't the brightness of light, but something deeper being ignited.
Its tail slowly unfurled behind it, like two black flames.
The next second, the fairy lingzhi flower bloomed.
The last layer of petals unfolded, and the whole flower bloomed completely, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.
The seven-colored light reached its peak at this moment, dyeing the entire valley in dreamlike colors.
The floral fragrance spread like a physical substance, so rich it was almost tangible; every wisp of fragrance carried the blessing of the Hundred-Flower Fairy, making one's mind sway.
All the beasts moved at the same time.
The Giant Armor Spider sprang from the rock wall, its eight long legs spreading out in the air like a giant umbrella.
The Cave Ghost Python slithered rapidly along the ground, its gray-black body like a shadow in the grass.
The Sharp-Clawed Sparrow flock dove toward the center of the valley like a black cloud, blotting out the sky.
The Mountain Wolf pack flanked from the east, their gray-white figures dragging long shadows under the Moonlight.
The Leaf Mantis leaped from the edge of the grass, its sickle-like forelimbs cutting sharp whistling sounds through the air.
Dozens of beasts pounced on the same target from all directions.
But one figure was faster than all of them.
Coal Ball.
The moment its figure disappeared from the crevice exit, its tail dragged two dark blue afterimages behind it.
Its speed was so fast that even Su Ningyu's Spirit Eye could barely capture it—not teleportation, not flashing, just pure, extreme high speed.
The Flash Spirit Nekomata did not have speed-type talents.
But its display of speed was also terrifying.
The fairy lingzhi flower remained in Coal Ball's claws for less than a tenth of a second.
Then, the flower vanished.
It wasn't eaten, it wasn't destroyed, but was silently taken away by Su Ningyu's [Divine Concealment].
But in the perception of those beasts, the aura of the fairy lingzhi flower completely disappeared the moment Coal Ball touched it.
It wasn't eaten, it wasn't taken away, it simply "wasn't there." But their instincts told them — the last one to touch that flower was this black cat before them.
Whether the flower was on it or not didn't matter; kill it, and everything would come to light.