One Step to the Peak

Inside the Number One Closed Door Meditation Room, mist curled and drifted.

Lu Ran sat cross-legged in quiet meditation. He looked like an old monk deep in trance, but inside him, stormy waves raged.

The mist surging madly in from heaven and earth was compressed by him with all his might, condensed into streams, poured into the rushing rivers within his body, and merged into the boundless ocean.

The violent fluctuations of Divine Power nourished the divine weapons and magic tools around him.

Little Chifeng was the busiest among them.

It was already filled to the brim. Pressed tightly against Lu Ran's palm, it continuously poured Divine Power into his body, clearing out tiny bits of space before drawing in more Divine Power and continuing to water its Master.

It never tired of it.

"Buzz~" Little Chifeng suddenly trembled lightly.

"What's wrong, Chi... Chifeng?" Lu Ran stammered. Though he knew he should focus on breaking through, he could not help asking with concern when Little Chifeng reacted abnormally.

The Chifengwen Gourd immediately stopped trembling.

"What exactly... is wrong?" Lu Ran frowned slightly.

Little Chifeng rarely spoke aloud. Even when it did, it only let out a pleasant phoenix cry.

As the master of the magic tool, Lu Ran could usually understand what it meant, but this time, he truly could not make sense of it.

[Want to trap... trap enemies.] A child's voice entered Lu Ran's mind.

That voice was soft and syrupy, so adorable that Lu Ran's heart nearly melted.

[In tummy, trap enemies, no let move.] Little Chifeng spoke softly.

Lu Ran understood what Little Chifeng meant. Recently, he had often placed enemies inside the gourd, where Evil Shadow Guardian forced the prisoners to tear up their contracts and then controlled them.

So, Little Chifeng wanted to help?