White light spread as the half-sheep corpse slowly changed beneath Feng Ling's palm. Its fluffy fur became damp and thin, while its flesh seemed to dissolve, gradually sinking into a hollow of meat.
Feng Ling was still wondering about it when she saw the hollow fill with blood, and a tiny, round bump rose from the blood.
The incubation was complete.
Using her thumb and forefinger, she gently picked up the bump, which was even smaller than a ping-pong ball. For a moment, she did not know whether to laugh or cry. "If I'd known this thing was so small, why did I go to all that trouble? Any random rat would have been enough to incubate it."
Feng Ling held the little round bump in her palm for Ye Zheng to see. "This is hilarious. It's only this tiny."
Ye Zheng looked it over from every angle and frowned. "Can something this small really work?"
Feng Ling gave her hand a slight shake. "Let's find out~"
The little bump was the Wreath Fairy's shell, as thin as paper. After receiving Feng Ling's signal, the round bump began to wrinkle, then tore open from within, and a tiny fairy crawled out—
In myths and legends, Wreath Fairies resembled winged young girls. But because Feng Ling had used sheep flesh and blood, the fairy that emerged was a tiny winged sheep.
Feng Ling drew back her hand. The little sheep beat its wings and hovered before her, then slowly flew toward the soldiers whose minds were in chaos.
"Ah..." Feng Ling watched her newly incubated Mother Nest Creation and let out a melancholy sigh.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her dejected, Ye Zheng could not help asking, "Can it not dispel the chaos?"
Feng Ling said mournfully, "No. I just think the Wreath