Translation: Aerial Rain Translation (aerialrain.com) by koffeam

When Meng Qi woke up, she felt warm and comfortable. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw Xiao Qi, who fell asleep by her side. His fluffy little head was just right by her side. A small paw rested gently on her hand. It looked like as he was snuggling into her arms, seeking comfort.

“Little cutie.” Meng Qi couldn’t help stroking the little white tiger’s head. His semi-circular ears shook gently, but his eyes kept closed. His other paw was still bleeding slightly. After being treated by Meng Qi yesterday, the bleeding was getting a bit slower. But only just one night, it left a large piece of dark red bloodstains on her sleeve. Meng Qi sighed softly. The most painful thing for a healer was when there was someone they wanted to save, but had no way to make the person feel better immediately.

The drowsiness in her eyes was instantly swept away, and Meng Qi suddenly became energetic. She reached out to gently hold Xiao Qi’s paws and slowly pushed them aside. This little guy was so severely wounded, he must be frightened and fatigued.

Meng Qi silently got out of bed, then gently stroked Xiao Qi’s little plushy head. “Don’t worry.” She whispered. She would definitely cure him.

With a hand seal, Meng Qi used a simple spell that conjured a small stream of water to wash her body. Afterward, she had to take breakfast. Meng Qi was still in the Qi Condensation stage and needed eating. After a simple meal, she took out all the herbs she bought yesterday and put them on the table.

Forty sixth-grade spiritual stones were, for most disciples of Qingfeng Valley, a wealth that they could never be able to accumulate for so many years. But a jackdaw grass cost 18 sixth-grade spirit stones. Moreover, compared with the amount needed to cure Xiao Qi, all her current wealth was just a tiny drop in the ocean.

She must find a way to make more money!

All the medicinal herbs that Meng Qi bought yesterday would be used to refine a second-grade medicine called the Beiming pill. This pill had the effect of restoring spiritual aura. The first realm Beiming pill could restore one-fourth aura of a Qi Condensation cultivator within an incense stick of time. The second realm Beiming pill could achieve the same effect for the Foundation Establishment cultivators. Third realm, Golden Core….all away to the ninth realm, that could be used even by the cultivators in the Great Ascension stage. To put it simply, the higher the Beiming pill’s grade was, the more useful it was for those with higher cultivation levels.

Because the Beiming pill basically was only a second-grade medicine, many medical cultivators could refine it. In addition, the ingredients used were not rare, and the price was low. So in the Three Thousand World, this was one the most common pill and also the most used for restoring aura.

Meng Qi took out her small bronze cauldron. She placed the cauldron on the table and drew several arrays surrounding it. In addition to the fire control array for the refining process, Meng Qi also drew two different arrays. The three arrays form a triangular force, surrounding the small bronze cauldron in the center.

She took three pieces of third-grade spirit stones from her storage space and placed them in the center of the three arrays. Then she prepared the medicinal herbs, throwing them one by one into the cauldron. If one only looked at the pills after she successfully refined them, unless they were a genius, it would be difficult to guess how Meng Qi imbued spell into her pills.

The most important part was actually these three arrays. Lihuo fire array provided flame with high enough temperature to completely extract the properties of the ingredients. The other two arrays, one enabled the pills to carry a spell, and the last one enclosed the spell into the pills. Three arrays at once, this was the secret to imbue spells into refined pills.

Meng Qi and her master spent more than half a year, experimenting with countless methods, arrays, medicinal ingredients……before they finally achieved success.

While silently reminiscing, Meng Qi paid careful attention to the situation inside the small cauldron. A medicinal aura gradually began to diffuse. Meng Qi quickly activated a Beiming spell with her hand, sealing it into the pills that were about to be completed. It was a pity that her cultivation level was too low. Otherwise, she could refine a higher-level Beiming Pill.

For now…

The small bronze cauldron trembled twice, and three blue pills laid quietly inside. Meng Qi took them out and examined them. Second realm Beiming pills, imbued with a Beiming spell. Originally, it took an incense stick of time for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to recover a quarter of their spiritual aura with this pill. Now, it could restore the same amount of aura in a mere second. And for the next incense stick of time, the pill would continue to restore an additional quarter of aura. Although it was only the second realm, Meng Qi believed that there must be a sect willing to buy it.

Meng Qi believed that there must be a sect willing to buy her Beiming pills. Three Thousand World has never been peaceful. Devil Realm has always kept its eyes on human territory and sometimes came to invade. In the past 100 years, Demon Realm also began to be restless. On top of that, since the beginning of time, when there were humans, conflict always followed.

Three Thousand Worlds was divided into four realms, and absolute peace never existed between the four great realms of Eastern, Western, Southern, and Northern. Battles between great sects often occurred. Larger sects would swallow smaller sects, and there were also fights between the small sects. Even a sect like Qingfeng Valley, which was so small that it was usually overlooked, would sometimes attract other small sects who came to challenge and tried to annex them.

Therefore, medicines like the Beiming pill had always been very popular. Cloud Immortal Pavilion always had a supply for it. Cultivators typically brought ten or more pills around with them anytime. Of course, Meng Qi was also well-prepared.

She put the three Beiming pills into a porcelain bottle and continued to add another batch of ingredients into the small cauldron. Refining medicine also consumed her spiritual aura. Meng Qi’s cultivation was too low. After the third round of refining, she had to stop and rest for a while.

Meng Qi was so focused that she did not notice that Xiao Qi had opened his eyes since she took out the small bronze cauldron. The little white tiger was lying on the bed unmoved. He simply stared at Meng Qi with his blue eyes. When Xiao Qi saw the arrays drawn on the table, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Arrays similar to that ones might exist in the Three Thousand World. However, this specific array drawing method was clearly unique to the Demon Realm. Among the three races of human, demon, and devil, demons were notable for their superior refiners. Legendary magic tools and weapons that circulated in the Three Thousand World, almost all were created by the hands of ancient demon cultivators. Because of this, Demon Realm also possessed the most complete and best arrays from generation to generation.

Xiao Qi’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes flashed. His attention quickly turned from the table to Meng Qi’s slender back. The blue-robed girl was clearly in the Qi Condensation stage. Even in Three Thousand Worlds, she was at the bottom of the food chain. But the things that came from her hand, those beautiful arrays, the genius medicine refinement method….amazed even himself.

Soon, the last batch of Beiming pills was finished. Meng Qi stored them all with satisfaction. She threw the porcelain bottle that almost being filled to the brim into her storage bracelet, and then turned to look at Xiao Qi.

“Are you awake?” Probably because she knew that the little guy was a member of the demon’s royal clan, Meng Qi always spoke to him like an adult.

Xiao Qi opened his eyes wide and looked at Meng Qi’s small and delicate jaws. He woke up once last night to find himself overbearingly hugged by Meng Qi’s warm body. At that time, he clearly wanted to break away from her arms, but the warm and light medicinal scent seemed to have a soothing effect on him. The little white tiger soon fell asleep again. Now, his blue eyes finally met Meng Qi’s bright and clear eyes.

“Do you want to eat something?” Meng Qi asked. She walked towards the bed and stared at the little tiger’s fluffy head…

She wanted to touch it.

Just a little bit!

Meng Qi raised her hand and couldn’t help but brushed Xiao Qi’s head several times.

“Ah…c-cough…” Meng Qi asked: “I didn’t have time to ask yesterday. Do you need to eat?”

Of course not! The little white tiger wanted to scream. He was born into a celestial demon’s royal clan. Some of their clan members even were born already with a cultivation level at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

What’s more, he is…

Her slender, slightly cool fingers were no longer satisfied with just touching the fluffy little head. Meng Qi’s hand reached to Xiao Qi’s ear and gently squeezed its base. The little white tiger stiffened and suddenly shivered. Before even he had the time to respond, Meng Qi’s other hand was already tracing down his back and finally grabbed his tail.

Xiao Qi: “!!!”

Meng Qi: Ah…so soft! Very comforting!

Immersed in joy, Meng Qi pinched Xiao Qi’s ear. She then took out several oranges and pomelos from her storage bracelet. These were given to her by the residents of Qingfeng Town yesterday.

Xiao Qi simply threw a glance and turned his back in disdain.

“You don’t eat fruit?” Meng Qi asked patiently: “What about chicken?”

Xiao Qi: “…”

He kept his back turned, refused to look at Meng Qi.

“Then…” Meng Qi thought for a while, “So you don’t need to eat? Am I right?” She leaned back and bowed her head closer to the little tiger.

A beautiful face came close to Xiao Qi’s face. It seemed like with just a little movement, he could touch Meng Qi’s face. Especially her soft lips, which emitted a faint fragrance…