New Employee On Duty, Chrysanthemum Douluo's Show of Force!
Bi Ji's voice was soft and gentle.
That healing smile is enough to rekindle the love of life in anyone contemplating suicide.
But at this moment, what Zi JI heard made her hair stand on end.
Does it feel better than before?
Sister, something doesn't seem right!
Are you hoping I get a good spanking?
Zi JI froze on the spot, her expression completely frozen with emotion. She opened her mouth, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
She glanced at Bi Ji, whose face was pure and gentle, and then at her colleagues around her, whose eyes were filled with "Comrade, you've suffered" and "The future of the Soul Beast depends on you."
An unprecedented sense of isolation and helplessness instantly overwhelmed me.
It's over.
I absolutely can't stay in this house anymore.
It seems I've already been sold off as a "tribute".
"Bi Ji, Zi JI."
Gu Yuena's voice rang out again, interrupting Zi JI's reverie.
She looked at her two capable assistants, one gentle and cunning, the other filled with despair, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Make preparations, we will depart tomorrow."
"Remember, this mission can only succeed; failure is not an option."
Gu Yuena's tone became extremely solemn, "No matter what method we use or what price we have to pay, we must find out the purpose of that Deity. We must gain the Deity's friendship, or at the very least, make him feel favorably towards our Soul Beast Clan."
Bi Ji bowed slightly, her expression solemn. "Please rest assured, my lord, Bi Ji will not fail in her mission."
Only Zi JI remained standing there, looking utterly dejected.
What price will be paid?
She always felt that the Lord's words were meant specifically for her.
The price to pay is nothing more than one's own face and backside, isn't it?
"What? Zi JI, do you still have doubts?" Gu Yuena's gaze fell on her, with a hint of scrutiny.
"No... no!"
Zi JI shuddered, her survival instincts making her instantly stand at attention, shaking her head like a rattle-drum.
"It is Zi JI's honor to contribute her buttocks... no, I mean her strength to the future of Soul Beast!"
As soon as she said it, she wanted to slap herself.
It's over.
My mouth acted faster than my brain.
Gu Yuena's purple eyes cast a deep glance at Zi JI, whose expression was resolute and "ready to die."
For the first time, a genuine, heartfelt expression of approval appeared on her face.
"Very good."
"I am very pleased with your resolve, Zi JI."
"You will be a hero of the Soul Beast Clan. Your name, your ass... cough, your achievements will be remembered by all Soul Beast!"
Hearing her lord's solemn promise, Zi JI felt no honor whatsoever; instead, she felt her backside hurt even more.
She could already foresee how her great achievements would be recorded in the future history of Soul Beast.
<On the Important Strategic Significance of the Buttocks of the Hell Dragon King Zi JI in the History of the Rise of Soul Beast>.
Just thinking about this possibility made Zi JI want to find a block of tofu and smash her head against it.
That's it, there's no hope for a dragon's life.
"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now."
Gu Yuena waved her hand, turned around and walked back into the depths of the subspace. She needed time to process everything that had happened today and to formulate a detailed plan for the upcoming "God-level Ally Strategy".
With Di Tian and Zi JI being "dealt with" one after the other, the area in front of the Maple Dye Pavilion returned to its usual... eerie harmony.
The great battle has ended, but the shock of the battle has not yet subsided.
However, none of this has anything to do with the newly appointed "apprentice florist" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan or the "contract florist" Ye Lingling.
At this moment, all they could see and feel was that sacred land of Immortal Herb, shrouded in the energies of ice and fire.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ye Lingling, each holding a small shovel carved from a single piece of warm, white jade, were carefully kneeling and prostrating themselves beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Their posture was so devout, as if they were on a pilgrimage.
At first, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was somewhat unconvinced.
As a titled Douluo and an elder of the Spirit Hall, who on the entire continent dares to claim a greater understanding of Immortal Herb than him?
The senior entrusted him with the care of the immortal items; that shows his discerning eye.
But why should this inexperienced little girl next to him receive this honor?
Does she even know what a "Immortal Herb" is?
Does she know what kind of soil moisture the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum prefers?
With a mindset of "testing" and "nitpicking," Chrysanthemum Douluo gently loosened the soil around an Aromatic Silk Beauty in front of her with a jade shovel while secretly observing Ye Lingling not far away out of the corner of her eye.
When she loosened the soil for the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, the force with which she used the shovel was as gentle as a feather brushing against the ground.
Every movement was filled with reverence and care for the Immortal Herb.
Although some details are still a bit immature, the focus and devotion are genuine.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's effeminate eyes narrowed slightly.
That's something.
Yue Guan gave a fair assessment in his heart.
This is definitely not something an amateur Soul Master could do.
He suppressed his impatience and continued to observe.
After cleaning up the soil, Ye Lingling stretched out her slender fingers and gently picked up a leaf from the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid.
A wisp of extremely faint Soul Power lingered around her fingertips as she gently brushed across the veins of the leaf, smoothing out the flow of energy.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted!
Using Soul Power to unblock the meridians of a celestial treasure?!
This is something that plant-type Soul Master with only rudimentary skills could never understand!
Where did this little girl learn that?!
Chrysanthemum Douluo could no longer hold back.
He put down the jade shovel, made a delicate gesture with his fingers, and took small, quick steps toward her, his tone tinged with a mixture of probing and surprise.
"Little girl, your technique is quite exquisite. I wonder which master you learned it from?"
Ye Lingling was completely absorbed in "communicating" with the Immortal Herb. Upon hearing this, she merely raised her eyes and glanced at him indifferently, her voice cold and clear.
"Family heirloom."
Concise and to the point.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was taken aback, but didn't seem to mind. Instead, he pointed enthusiastically at the Immortal Herb he had just loosened the soil around and said...
"Do you know the subtle differences between combing the veins of the Aromatic Silk Beauty and the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid?"
He held his chin high, a hint of smug satisfaction on his face.
However, Ye Lingling simply looked at him calmly.
"The Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid has a mild medicinal property, and its meridians are as fragile as a newborn baby. The Soul Power needed to be channeled is like a spring breeze caressing a willow, only going with the flow and never against it."
"And the Aromatic Silk Beauty..."
As Ye Lingling explained, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression gradually changed.
It's no longer about looking at a junior or a competitor; it's about looking at a... like-minded person!
"I never imagined that after a lifetime of searching for a kindred spirit, I Yue Guan, would meet such a knowledgeable girl like you here today!"
Compared to Chrysanthemum Douluo's excitement at finding a kindred spirit, Ye Lingling's reaction could be described as extremely indifferent.
She didn't even acknowledge the flamboyant Title Douluo beside her, focusing entirely on the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in her hands.
This made Yue Guan feel like all her enthusiasm had been wasted on a cold shoulder.
"Cough cough!"
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his pinky finger, struck a pose of a senior expert, raised his chin slightly, and glanced at Ye Lingling out of the corner of his eye.
"Little girl, what you said makes a lot of sense."
He deliberately dragged out his words, then changed the subject.
"However, they are still too young, only knowing one side of the story and not the other."