Chapter 309: Hua Tu, Are You Allergic Again?
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“The essence extracted from the plant must be transferred immediately. Please wait a moment,” Yu Zhao said calmly.
Comprehending the importance, she stepped aside.
Under the guidance of an invisible force, a drop of pale green liquid gently fell onto the bud of the weakened spiritual plant.
In an instant, a faint shadow appeared behind the plant, swaying gracefully in the air. Soon, the barren plant began to revive visibly. Fresh green shoots sprouted from the branches, the drooping buds stood upright, and the withered color faded away.
Yet, Yu Zhao showed no signs of relief, for the most critical test had yet to come.
As expected, the newly emerged shoots soon became shrouded in a grayish, decaying aura. The suppressed death energy within the plant erupted violently, spreading rapidly through the space beneath the flower wall.
A large number of vibrant spiritual flowers withered instantly, their petals falling to the ground. The leaves curled, turning a burnt yellow as if scorched by flames. Within seconds, the once-thriving sea of flowers transformed into a barren wasteland.
Yu Zhao herself wasn’t spared. She felt an eerie chill invading her limbs, attempting to reach her dantian.
A glint of cold determination flashed in her eyes as she circulated her spiritual energy, shredding the invasive strands of death energy. At the same time, He Huan intervened. The pale yellow petals trembled slightly, releasing countless specks of spiritual light that blanketed the area. The death energy, as though encountering its nemesis, vanished without a trace.
The glowing specks floated down, landing on the withered branches of the flower wall. Within moments, dead leaves fell, buds emerged, and blossoms bloomed again, restoring the wall to its initial grandeur when Yu Zhao had first seen it.
Some specks also landed on the spiritual plant, forming a faint golden barrier around its body. This barrier instantly emitted energy whenever the plant sustained damage, mending it quickly.
The process took about an hour. At last, the death energy within the spiritual plant was fully eradicated. The plant swayed its newly grown tender leaves as if expressing joy and gratitude to Yu Zhao and He Huan.
He Huan approached and gently touched the plant’s bud before floating to Yu Zhao.
“Aya’s condition has greatly improved. With some more recovery time, it will bloom,” He Huan said warmly.
“Congratulations,” Yu Zhao replied.
“I have a gift for you,” He Huan said, producing an ancient jade pendant seemingly from nowhere.
“This is useless to me but may be of help to you,” He Huan added.
Yu Zhao instinctively reached out for the pendant. As her fingers brushed the smooth jade surface, a wave of familiarity washed over her, quickening her heartbeat. The jade pendant He Huan had given her was identical to the one she already had in her storage space.
It was the second key to the Ancient Daoist Grounds!
Yu Zhao clenched her fingers around the pendant and sincerely thanked He Huan.
Seeing Yu Zhao’s reaction, He Huan knew the gift was meaningful to her and smiled happily. Remembering Yu Zhao’s initial purpose for visiting—to learn about incense-making—He Huan offered to provide guidance.
Yu Zhao eagerly agreed. Together, they found a quiet spot to experiment with different incense blends.
As He Huan, the Flower King of Ten Thousand Flower Island, had an unparalleled understanding of floral properties, she shared her knowledge freely: which flowers’ scents combined would release toxins, which complemented each other to double medicinal effects. Yu Zhao listened intently, her incense-making skills improving rapidly.
Meanwhile, in another part of the island, Hua Tu lay in the flower field, bored. He rolled around, sneezed off a petal stuck to his nose, and continued fidgeting.
“Where is Yu Zhao? Is she coming back? Did she forget that a handsome leopard is waiting for her at the edge of the island?”
The days passed sluggishly for Hua Tu:
Day one without Yu Zhao: Bored…
Day two without Yu Zhao: Still bored…
Day five: Utter boredom…
Day ten: “Forget it! Destroy the cultivation world already!”
By the sixteenth day, as his patience wore thin, Yu Zhao and He Huan finally appeared.
“Yu Zhao!” Hua Tu shouted, leaping to her side on his four long legs, bombarding her with questions. “Where have you been? Why are you so late? Are you okay? Did something go wrong?”
Only then did Yu Zhao remember what she had forgotten.
“My apologies,” she said earnestly. “I was learning from Senior He Huan and lost track of time. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
“Just learning? No other incidents?” Hua Tu asked, tilting his large head, his gaze full of worry and suspicion.
“None. It was my oversight,” she assured him.
“Good. I was so worried I even made you a garland. Look! Isn’t it beautiful? I made it myself!” Hua Tu boasted, presenting a pure white flower crown with his tail.
Yu Zhao’s guilt vanished as she eyed Hua Tu’s smug expression. He even tried placing the garland on her head but stopped after she kicked him lightly.
Shortly after, Yu Zhao bade farewell to He Huan. The latter personally escorted them to the island’s shore, watching as they departed. “They are my friends,” He Huan murmured softly, “so don’t harbor improper thoughts.”
The faint sound of rustling flowers followed, then faded into silence.
An hour after leaving Ten Thousand Flower Island, Yu Zhao stopped and looked helplessly at Hua Tu, who had been hopping around excitedly.
“Hua Tu, are you allergic again?” she asked.
Hua Tu glanced at her briefly before lowering his head and mumbling, “No, I’m not!”
“Speak clearly.”
Clearing his throat, Hua Tu mustered his courage and jumped in front of her. “I’m fast. Want to travel together with me?” he asked, his invitation bold but nervous.
Yu Zhao initially didn’t understand his meaning—they were already traveling together. But seeing his wagging tail and slightly wiggling hindquarters, she guessed his intention and felt conflicted.
In her past life, due to Quan Ye’s identity, she had learned a bit about demonic beasts. Most were proud and untamed, especially those with noble bloodlines who carried a natural kingly aura. They would rather die than submit.
The fact that the Three-Eyed Leopard lived near the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan indicated its own strength as a species, and Hua Tu was clearly an exceptional member of his kind.
Despite his frequent foolish antics, Hua Tu’s pride was as strong as any demonic beast’s. That he was now willing to lower himself to her showed his sincerity, leaving Yu Zhao deeply moved.
Not receiving an immediate response, Hua Tu grew anxious. Before he could retract his words, a loud call echoed from the distance:
“Boss Hua! Boss Hua!”
Hua Tu’s expression darkened.
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