To Run a Dungeon Instance

Yun Qingyang, who had been excited at the start, had now lost interest in the begonia trees all over the Academy. She frowned, lowering her head and murmuring softly, her hands constantly moving back and forth as if calculating something.

However, Ma Feifei had no mood to pay attention to this. His entire mind was captivated by the mature begonia trees. Ma Feifei discovered that the moment he pulled up a begonia tree, the large tree would begin to shrink, eventually becoming a miniature begonia tree only three inches tall.

Holding the begonia tree in his hand, a piece of data suddenly appeared in Ma Feifei's mind. With a thought, a surge of innate purple energy appeared in his hand, enveloping the begonia tree.

The begonia tree was gradually dissolved by the powerful innate purple energy, slowly transforming into a small, square board. This was the essence of the entire begonia tree. This small board, after some processing, could be made into paper, becoming the special pages used by authors when writing books.

Ma Feifei wondered how many begonia trees it would take to make one sheet of paper. He put away the small board in his hand and then looked at the endless begonia trees. His enthusiasm grew, and he lowered his head to continue working furiously, vowing to cut down all these begonia trees before returning tonight. Otherwise, the begonia trees would all wither and die tomorrow, and it would be too late for Ma Feifei to cry.

It wasn't until the sun set in the west that Ma Feifei got to rest. This meant that all the Level 1 begonia trees had been harvested and completely burned into small boards by the spirit beasts of the servant disciples using spiritual power. These were then piled together, forming