The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness Chapter 1127
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Feng Tianlan looked down at White Cutie-Pie who was nudging her neck hard and looking very adorable. “I’ll help you refine the fishy-tasting Beast Spirit Pill when I’m free.”
“Meow!” White Cutie-Pie raised its head, looking at Feng Tianlan, shaking its head forcefully. The whiskers on its face shook as it called out in objection, “Meow, meow, meow!”
No, I don’t want the Beast Spirit Pill with the fishy taste. I want small dried fishes. Just small dried fishes—that’s my favorite!
“Alright, alright. Small dried fishes then. I will have Azurite make that for you, but only if there are small fishes available, okay?” As Feng Tianlan watched White Cutie-Pie acting like this, she felt very helpless. Although it looked like a cat, it was actually powerful enough to frighten all the other demonic beasts. It could be considered the king of demonic beasts!
However, it was precisely this majestic king of beasts that regarded itself as a cat. When there was nothing much going on, it would pounce on butterflies, sniff flowers and eat small dried fishes. The only thing it did not do was catch mice, and that was probably because it looked down on mice.
With White Cutie-Pie following her in this Wanxiang Forest, Feng Tianlan completed her tasks unimpeded. First, she found the Mingyou Grass and planted it in the Pill Scroll Realm. Then, she turned around to accomplish other tasks. To her, all these things were considered very simple.
In merely six or seven days, Feng Tianlan had finished all her tasks. When she thought about how she was given one month in total and was in no rush to get out immediately, she found a hidden place to cultivate in seclusion. She would be promoted to an Intermediate-stage Heavenly Supreme if she spent half a month in seclusion.
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“White Cutie-Pie, you will guard the entrance of the cave while I cultivate in seclusion. Don’t let anyone disturb me.” After Feng Tianlan gave these instructions to White Cutie-Pie, she entered the Pill Scroll Realm and began to cultivate.
Time passed quickly and half a month later, in the Pill Scroll Realm, Feng Tianlan opened her eyes and saw Azurite watering the herbs.
“Miss, your cultivation speed is so fast, you are now already an Intermediate-stage Heavenly Supreme.” Azurite looked at Feng Tianlan and was sincerely proud of her. Although Miss was still weak at this point in time, technically she had only taken slightly more than three years to gather spirits and get promoted to an Intermediate-stage Heavenly Supreme!
This kind of cultivation speed was not seen by anyone else. Moreover, at the Advanced-stage Earth Supreme level, many spent their whole life trying to move on to the Heavenly Supreme level in vain. As such, although Miss was still weak, to Azurite, she was already very strong.
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Feng Tianlan sank her divine consciousness into her Dantian and examined her Dantian which originally looked like a Fire Crystal Ball but had become multicolored over time with the colors of water, fire, ice, wind, and wood. However, there was a small blank space left on the side.
Feng Tianlan was very puzzled about this. “Azurite, I tested myself previously and found that I am a full spectrum Spiritual Practitioner. But why is it that I am already a Heavenly Supreme but I still cannot cultivate the Thunder Spiritual Force?”
“The Thunder Spiritual force is difficult to cultivate. It is a legendary Spiritual Force. It has been said that not a single Thunder Spiritual Force Practitioner has been seen in over a thousand years. Don’t worry, Miss, when the opportunity arises you will be able to cultivate it,” Azurite comforted Feng Tianlan.
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Feng Tianlan frowned. To be honest, if it were not for the small blank space left in her Dantian which was left for the Thunder Spiritual Force, she would have thought that she would never be able to cultivate the Thunder Spiritual Force.
Perhaps, what she really needed was a destined opportunity.
Just as Feng Tianlan came out of the Pill Scroll Realm, White Cutie-Pie, who had been guarding the entrance of the cave, immediately leaped into her arms with a “meow”. It grabbed her with its pink paws and rubbed its hairy little head on her chest. “Meow~Meow~Meow~”
Master was so bad! As soon as it came out of the Pill Scroll Realm, Master went in immediately. Moreover, she left it all alone guarding the entrance of the cave and was not a bit afraid that it would be eaten by demonic beasts!
Feng Tianlan stroked White Cutie-Pie’s soft hair. She was just about to speak when she sensed a group of people running towards her. As the spiritual force grew more intense, she frowned.
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