Cloud Kun: Shen Le, keep this up and no one will marry you!

Shen Le's wish to transform into Nuwa ultimately failed. Well, perhaps he was the wrong species, or the wrong sex—or perhaps both.

In short, he still had to buckle down and start from scratch:

Mix the clay, mix the clay. Take a large lump of clay, knead in a clump of dried grass, and work hard to distribute it evenly. Put it in the oven and bake it slowly.

Bake the entire lump until it dried out and cracked.

Then take a spray bottle and slowly mist the lump, using a syringe to inject drops of water into the cracks.

Moisten the clay and the grass stems inside it.

Finally, close his eyes, sense the dried grass with his mental power, and cast a healing spell.

"It grew too much."

"It grew too much."

"Uh, it still grew too much this time..."

After several consecutive failures, Shen Le's stubborn streak kicked in. I refuse to believe I can't get you under control!

I refuse to believe I can't train this level of control!

He simply grabbed a large pile of dried grass, dried it in the oven, weighed it, divided it into equal portions, and packed each little clump into a separate box.

He took one little box, misted its contents with the spray bottle, set it in front of him, and closed the lid.

"Growth spell!" Sure enough, being able to see his target sent his control soaring.

He cast a spell, and soon, on the yellowed, brittle grass stems whose edges had become almost powdery,

a faint hint of supple new green emerged...

"Grow!"

"Grow!"

"Grow!"

Shen Le cheered the grass stems on in his heart. Those slender stems did not disappoint him, gradually turning green and filling out.

After watching intently for a minute, Shen Le saw