A Life of Deeds, Not Hearts

"Little White Spirit." Frog Daoist called out.

"Daoist!"

White Spirit answered casually from afar, its nose still greedily inhaling the medicinal fragrance and spiritual qi drifting from these precious herbs. It could feel the Dao Power within its body growing a little more active.

"Those two juniors have gone on a long journey. It is time for us to rest when we should rest and cultivate when we should cultivate."

Frog Daoist waved a hand and strolled along the paths of the Spirit Medicine Garden with his hands behind his back, speaking with the air of an elder. "If you want to break through to the Great Vehicle Stage, you should at least gather three thousand strands of Dao Power."

"What?! Three thousand?!"

White Spirit nearly choked on the liquid-like spiritual qi and cried out in shock, "Even if I swallowed a Primordial Ferocious Beast whole, it would not be enough! Three thousand strands of Dao Power would already qualify one for the Heaven's Chosen Ranking on the Chaos Immortal Spirit Ranking of the Immortal Cultivation Great World!"

"I have a Dao Refinement Art of the White Spirit Clan. With these ten-thousand-year precious herbs, the improvement will be considerable."

Frog Daoist snorted coldly. What a hopeless sight. "When the time comes, I will ask that fellow Daoist Ox whether he can spare a little from between his hooves. If you do not enter the Great Vehicle Stage with three thousand strands of Dao Power, then forget about the Heavenly Venerable Realm."

"I really had not thought about it..."

"You!!"

Frog Daoist croaked in fury, sprang into the air, and slapped Little White Spirit on the head. How was it so much worse than its ancestors?!

White Spirit secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and gave an embarrassed smile.

Frog Daoist