Although Little Moon Spirit's descriptions of the various realms differed greatly from what he had learned, the more Wu Chu thought about it, the more he felt that she made sense.
The Three Flowers Little Moon Spirit spoke of referred to the three flowers of essence, qi, and spirit.
What he had learned from those Primordial World novels, on the other hand, was rather mixed. Some referred to the three flowers of heaven, earth, and man, while others meant the three flowers of Dao, heaven, and earth.
Of course, for the School of Storytellers, as long as a setting was internally consistent, there was no issue.
But he clearly could no longer transplant what he had once learned into this world. After all, he lived in this world and had to follow its rules.
In fact, judging from the Daoist cultivation system, the Three Flowers they referred to truly were essence, qi, and spirit, not anything else.
After pondering it for a while, Wu Chu stopped dwelling on the matter.
In any case, he had no cultivation method right now. He could simply condense magical power slowly.
After eating the lake fish steamed by Little Moon Spirit, Wu Chu carried a chunk of Dragon Heart Meat and had Little Moon Spirit take him down from the tree to feed the Red Giant Fish by the lake.
He also took Fat Dog out for a walk. If that dog got any lazier, he would start thinking about dog meat hotpot.
"Do you see those little fish?"
After sending the Red Giant Fish away, Wu Chu pointed at the small fish leisurely swimming near the shore. They were only as thick as a finger. In the Primordial Land, they were practically seedlings.
"For crispy fried little fish, the fish you choose can't