41 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Return to Front Page Homepage > Information page of Rampage Dragon Girl > Latest chapter of Rampage Dragon Girl > Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Previous chapter Save bookmarks Bookshelf management Back to Contents Next chapter He Aiman's face was pure white, and his eyes would become sharp when he was deep in thought, but it was only momentary. "Why is Miss He so interested in the news here?" Bai Fan originally thought she was the only one seeking that elusive place, but to her surprise, this peerless genius was also looking for it. While she felt uncertain about going alone, having another person now sparked a new idea in her mind. He Aiman was in the wilderness to fulfill his master's orders, which included a special task assigned by his master. "I'm just tending to some errands." Her tone was calm, making it seem like it was a mere casual stroll. Bai Fan nodded upon hearing this, unsurprised by He Yiman's nonchalant demeanor. Given his capabilities, it didn’t matter much where he went; he could depart at any moment once he figured out the route. However, Bai Fan couldn’t do the same. She remained in the fairy city to earn some spirit stones, partially because her cultivation resources were scarce – unlike He, who never had to worry about resources. "So, it must be something very important that Miss He is attending to," Bai Fan said with a smile, not expecting He Yiman to reveal more due to her apparent reluctance. Unexpectedly, He Aiman ​​nodded because she indeed felt the task was significant. Her master had told her before she left not to return if she couldn't complete it within ten years. Mayfly Palace was her home. Seeing He Yiman nod, Bai Fan felt hopeful and cautiously asked, "Then when Miss He goes, could you take me with you?" He Yiman glanced at Bai Fan in surprise. "If Miss Bai wants to go, her cultivation level might be a bit low." Bai Fan felt a bit displeased upon hearing this, her expression changing. She looked at him blankly, not expecting He Yiman to reject her so bluntly. She thought he could have been more tactful. Suddenly, He Yiman smiled lightly and said, "But thank you, Miss Bai, for the information. If I acquire any new information next time, I will definitely share it with Miss Bai. I come here often." With that, he turned back with the book, glancing at the lake. The green in his skirt brushed past their sight as he departed. Noticing it was getting late, Bai Fan realized it was time to head back since the bookstore was about to close. After finishing the book, she patted her head, having memorized everything clearly. If needed, she could easily recall and review it again. After leaving the bookstore, Bai Fan walked out, ignoring the strange look in the boy's eyes. She mused about what kind of face a snake would have, imagining her own face covered with thick scales. When she returned to the elixir shop, Bai He was dozing there, his long neck tucked under his wings, making it look as if his head had vanished. "Let's go back." Bai Fan knew that Bai He could understand human speech and that he was considered a monster, albeit a low-qualified, non-aggressive one. His docile nature made him a favorite among monks as a mount. Upon hearing Bai Fan's command, Bai He pulled his head out from under his wings. He leaned down, allowing Bai Fan to climb onto his back. He was truly good-tempered, though he might not have known that the creature sitting on him was also a monster. Thanks to the bracelet Bai Fan brought with her, her monstrous aura was completely concealed, so much so that even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t detect anything amiss. Bai He flapped his wings and lifted Bai Fan away from the fairy city. Even though it was her second time experiencing this, Bai Fan was still awestruck by the scene. When she returned to Lingtian, Bai Fan resumed her daily routine of watering the plants and meditating. With the absence of thieves, the place felt even more deserted. Fortunately, Bai Fan had endless work to keep her occupied, ensuring that the word "lonely" didn’t enter her vocabulary. After all, she had been alone in the mountains for many years, facing only the empty moon each night. At night, Bai Fan moved a mat outside and lay down. Coincidentally, it was the middle of the month, and the moon above was fuller than usual. Her meditation involved not just absorbing spiritual energy, but also the essence of the sun and moon. Having struggled to recall things that day, her mind suddenly felt refreshed, as cool air swept away her fatigue. "The essence of the sun and moon is truly beneficial to me. It's a pity I cultivate humanity now." Bai Fan tilted her head, gazing at the full moon above. She reminisced about the days when she bathed in the moonlight in the mountains. Back then, she enjoyed hanging herself on the laurel tree. She wondered if that tree was still there. Since it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, Bai Fan had bought some spiritual wine from the fairy city. Unfortunately, she was alone and could only drink by herself, toasting to the moon. There was a pot of spiritual wine on the mat, from which she drank directly. Her actions were carefree and a bit uncharacteristic for a young girl. Because it was her first time drinking, Bai Fan's cheeks soon flushed, with two rosy patches, and her eyes turned misty. In fact, buying the wine wasn't out of greed but because it significantly aided in enhancing her cultivation level. Earlier at the bookstore, He Yiman's dissatisfaction with Bai Fan's low cultivation level had stung. On her way back, she spent ten spirit stones on this jug of wine. However, she immediately regretted it after returning home. Earning ten spirit stones required three months of hard work, effectively spending half a year's savings. So now, she wasn't gazing at the full moon out of nostalgia for the past but because she felt regretful about spending ten spirit stones. After taking a sip of the spiritual wine, Bai Fan felt her body begin to sweat profusely. A small amount of spiritual energy suddenly erupted within her, compelling her to meditate. She accidentally fell asleep in her drunken state. When she woke up, it was already dawn, and she realized she had slept outside all night. Hastily, she stood up and inspected her body, finding her cultivation had significantly improved. Though she had fallen asleep while meditating last night, she awoke to find her cultivation had advanced. It seems that expensive things do have their benefits. And she had only taken a small sip. Bai Fan looked at the small wine bottle in her hand with satisfaction, then placed it into her storage bag. She then resumed using Xiaoyu Yunjue, working under the big sun, causing a small rainbow to appear nearby. However, Bai Fan, engrossed in her tasks, paid no attention to it. Bai Fan meticulously inspected the spiritual fields, fearing bugs might appear during the seedling stage. Some bugs were so adept at hiding that they couldn't be detected with the naked eye alone, prompting Bai Fan to use her spiritual sense—an ability most monks possessed. Spiritual perception is an extension of the senses. Much like when Bai Fan used those silver needles, she could detect areas she couldn't see directly. The spiritual sense operates in ranges, meaning any disturbance within a hundred meters entered Bai Fan's mind. Using this ability put a significant strain on one's spirit. Fortunately, Bai Fan's innate deficiencies were compensated somewhat when she established her foundation; it was as if the Heavens had granted her some special qualities. Although her intelligence wasn't boosted, her mental strength was significantly enhanced. Thus, Bai Fan's spiritual sense covered a hundred meters around her at this moment. She could see everything clearly: where butterflies fluttered, where dragonflies touched the water, where dung beetles dug out their excrement, and even a mouse nest several meters underground. She could sense the mouse inside grinding its teeth. After a while, Bai Fan quickly located the insect eggs still in the incubation stage. She hurried over and destroyed the eggs to prevent any insects from appearing on the spiritual grass seedlings. Initially, Bai Fan had to supervise Xiao Yu Yun Jue closely, but now she simply formed the cloud with a pinching motion, tossed it into the sky, and left it unattended. When enough rain had fallen, the cloud dispersed on its own. This skill had become second nature to her. Bai Fan took a sip of spiritual wine every day, ensuring her cultivation level steadily improved. The dream space within her body slowly returned to a state of calm, though the injured Jiao Dan showed no signs of healing. After all, the Jiao Pill was not originally Bai Fan's possession. Though the injury didn't significantly impact her now, it still withheld many benefits. Previously, she could store large amounts of spiritual energy in it, which would be immensely helpful in times of trouble. But now, there was no response, and the operation of the dragon transformation technique seemed to have stalled. Upon entering the dream space, Bai Fan found herself still a little white snake, but the water vapor on her body had thickened, almost forming clouds. She felt particularly affectionate toward her dream self. Twisting her body, Bai Fan landed in front of the Jiao Dan. She quietly looked at the Jiao Dan, split in half, and sighed deeply. She had originally thought this dragon pill would stay with her until it transformed into a dragon, but she hadn't expected it to be damaged by the dragon-slaying sword. Thinking of this, Bai Fan suddenly recalled the dragon snake grass she had stored in her bag. With a sudden inspiration, Bai Fan retrieved the dragon snake grass from her storage bag and tried to place it into the dreamland. Her reasoning was simple: if spiritual energy could enter the dream space, other things might be able to as well. Surprisingly, Bai Fan's attempt succeeded. She observed the dragon snake grass floating from a distance and then landing in front of her. Her eyes bright with excitement, Bai Fan opened her mouth and bit the dragon snake grass. While she wanted to transform into her human form, it seemed she could only exist as a little white snake here. Biting the dragon snake grass, she slithered to the wound of the Jiao Dan. She planted the grass in the ground and used her tail to firmly pat down the soil. Although she didn't know if the dragon snake grass could survive here, the rioting spirit had calmed. Bai Fan also meticulously created a small swamp in the area using miniature rain clouds. This dragon snake grass has the potential to remove the strangulation aura from her body. Hence, it should be able to cleanse the strangulation aura from the Jiao Dan as well. If not, Bai Fan would plant all of the dragon snake grass she had in this dreamland. Bai Fan worked diligently to plant all the dragon snake grass she had acquired into the dreamland's soil. The previously barren surface suddenly became green and vibrant once more. She rubbed her body against the Jiao Dan a few times and then left the dreamland with a sense of expectation. By the time Bai Fan came out, it had stopped raining outside. With nothing else to do, she remembered the books she had picked up last time at the bookstore and started to stare off into space. In fact, she wasn't daydreaming but was carefully reading the knowledge about plants and trees that she had copied. Spiritual herbs are incredibly useful; they can be used to make delicious food, concoct elixirs, and heal injuries. It is said that those who can cultivate spiritual herbs invariably become wealthy. In other words, people who can grow spiritual grass can essentially support a small sect. The cultivation techniques for spiritual grass are often kept secret. For instance, in the place where Bai Fan lived now, people wouldn’t tell her the precise methods for planting it. They would only instruct her to water and remove insects at the correct times without divulging any further information. As Bai Fan meticulously read these contents, she found them difficult to understand without physical examples, making it feel no different from reading an otherworldly script. To comprehend this better, Bai Fan spent a significant amount of time observing the spiritual grass in the fields, documenting all their growth stages, and continuously comparing them with the information stored in her mind. Once she figured out each aspect, she marked them one by one, noting everything mentioned in the book. The spiritual grass she was currently recording was a type called "money grass." It had a short growth cycle of about six months, allowing for two harvests per year. This grass was commonly used as a primary ingredient in Peiyuan Dan and was also used in Duqi Dan. Although money grass had a relatively high yield, its demand was equally high, making it easy to sell. It was also easy to transport, so there was no need to worry about market saturation. Compared to other precious spiritual herbs, money grass seemed rather average. Truly valuable spiritual herbs were akin to ginseng; the older they were, the more potent their medicinal effects and the richer their spiritual power. An ordinary harvest of spiritual grass might produce only a few poor-quality pills. However, using aged spiritual herbs to make elixirs in one batch, though producing fewer pills, resulted in exceptionally high quality. The value of these high-quality elixirs often surpassed that of several batches of ordinary elixirs, making them incomparable. Therefore, most people still prefer older spiritual herbs, but Bai Fan and her elixir shop are just the property of a small cultivator family. They rely on the large-scale, low-profit sales of money grass to support the family's consumption. After half a year, Bai Fan oversaw the first season’s harvest of money grass. She observed as the big shopkeeper brought a group of family disciples to gather it. She watched with a bit of pain as the young monks, who were around her age, plucked all the money grass like weeds and then left happily. Only the head shopkeeper, pleased with the yield, praised Bai Fan for her hard work and rewarded her with spirit stones, even adding two extra as encouragement. "Big shopkeeper, can you please let Bai He stay with me? It's very difficult for me to travel to the fairy city. I haven't gone out for a long time, and I usually have no one to talk to," Bai Fan requested, her eyes still a bit red. It wasn’t that she was crying, but the sight of the spiritual grass she had nurtured for more than half a year being harvested so rapidly was heart-wrenching. The big shopkeeper considered her request, acknowledging that the fairy city was indeed far from their location. The round trip took at least a day or two, and Bai Fan needed a mount like Bai He to make such journeys manageable, especially given her responsibilities in the spiritual fields. "It's okay, but Bai He can stay with you only for three days a month because we still need him at the shop," the big shopkeeper agreed. "Thank you, shopkeeper," Bai Fan replied gratefully. In reality, she was worried that He Aiman might find the illusory place and leave during her absence, making her search much more difficult. The next day, Bai Fan rode Bai He to the fairy city. Compared to a year ago, there were noticeably more people, making Bai Fan feel as though she had been isolated for ages. After arriving, Bai Fan made her way directly to the old book shop. The boy who greeted her was the same, but he no longer remembered Bai Fan after more than half a year. Nonetheless, he still greeted her enthusiastically, and Bai Fan proceeded to the pavilion. This time, deeply engrossed in her study of vegetation, Bai Fan directly told the boy she would go see the plants. She navigated the area confidently, politely declining the boy's company. Upon arriving at the pavilion, Bai Fan found no familiar faces, which left her feeling a bit disappointed. After all, it had been half a year; who would still be waiting for her here? With a sigh, she walked over to the bookshelf and began reading. It wasn’t until dusk that Bai Fan finally saw the familiar figure of Lake Green. When Bai Fan left, she still wasn't ready to give up and went to the Earth History section on the upper floor. Glancing at the rows of bookshelves, she found no one around. However, she had a good memory and still recalled the book that He Yiman had been holding when he left. She remembered the words vividly. Using these memories, Bai Fan searched row after row until she finally found the book. It was a record of local historical changes, filled mostly with oral histories and place names that were easy to confuse. However, in Bai Fan's opinion, the book He Yiman had found was indeed excellent. The contents were mostly useful, and it even included a few short stories. Bai Fan decided to buy the book with her own money for the first time. This volume was not as thick as the last one, only a few dozen pages long, which made it cheaper—just one spirit stone. Holding the book, Bai Fan walked out of the bookstore, feeling somewhat disappointed. He Aiman might have left. When she returned to the elixir shop, she noticed it was unusually crowded. She assumed it was due to the recent harvest of the money grass, which attracted more buyers, so she headed to the backyard to take care of her own tasks. As she stepped through the back door, she overheard someone loudly complaining, "What kind of magic grass did your elixir shop sell me? The money grass I bought today is moldy. How am I supposed to make elixirs with this? If you don't give me an explanation, I'm done doing business with you." The aggressive tone made Bai Fan frown, perplexed at why the recently harvested money grass would turn moldy. Such a thing seemed impossible to her. The money grass was usually sold quickly due to high demand, leaving no time for it to mold. Clearly, someone was here to create trouble. Bai Fan turned to look back at the shop, seeing the young boy sweating profusely, worrying and continuously apologizing. Bai Fan pouted, thinking it wasn’t her business, so she didn’t want to intervene; she just wanted to do her job well. Just as Bai Fan was about to leave, the big shopkeeper hurried back from outside and approached the troublemaker. "This monk, are you certain you bought the spiritual grass from our shop today?" the big shopkeeper asked. The complaining monk appeared quite mild-mannered. If his tone hadn't been so aggressive, one might have thought he was a modest gentleman. "Are you suggesting that I’m framing your store? As a young monk, I have no reason to go against you, and there's nothing for me to gain. I only have these spirit stones as a casual cultivator. I learned some alchemy skills and wanted to make a batch of pills myself. But how was I supposed to know the medicine would turn moldy after I bought it yesterday?" He threw out the moldy money grass. Suddenly, the surrounding people saw that what had once been a vibrant green plant was now dull in color, with mold growing on its roots. "Ouch, it's really moldy." "It smells terrible." "Let's go to another elixir shop." "Yeah, let's go somewhere else." "There's one across the street; let’s go there. I heard they just got a fresh batch of money grass yesterday." "Let's go, let's go." In an instant, the elixir shop that had been bustling with people was cleared out, while the troublesome monk continued to clamour for compensation. "You guys, hurry up and return my spirit stones. I don’t want this moldy money grass anymore." The big shopkeeper, his face darkened, turned to the boy at the counter and asked, "Did he really come to the shop to buy the magic medicine yesterday?" The young boy nodded. He clearly remembered that the monk had been very particular when purchasing the money grass, asking many questions and discussing it at length. The big shopkeeper sighed upon hearing this and instructed the boy, "Go and return the spirit stones to this monk." Despite the situation, Bai Fan felt something was amiss. She had carefully planted and harvested the spiritual grass just yesterday; there shouldn't have been any chance for it to mold. Glancing at the crowded elixir shop across the street, she sensed something fishy. Especially since the monk causing trouble seemed eager to leave quickly; it was not the usual demeanor of someone merely seeking a refund—this suggested a guilty conscience. Just as the boy was placing the spirit stones into a small bag to hand over to the monk, Bai Fan stepped forward and intercepted the bag. "You, what do you think you’re doing?" the monk stammered. Ignoring the monk, Bai Fan bent down, picked up the moldy money grass, and examined it closely. She then brought it to her nose to smell it and scrutinized the roots. The big shopkeeper, observing Bai Fan, did not intervene. He was curious about her actions because he also believed the money grass shouldn’t be moldy, though there was no proof the monk hadn’t bought it from their shop. Accusing him of framing them didn’t seem reasonable either. "Brother, please bring out the other money grasses from the shop," Bai Fan directed. The boy quickly retrieved the money grasses collected the previous day from a sack. Bai Fan selected one from the sack and held it in one hand. Then, she took another from the monk’s moldy bag with the other hand. She held both up for comparison. One was black and moldy, the other fresh and green—there was a stark contrast. "Do you really think these two plants came from the same bag?" she asked pointedly. The young man shook his head immediately. Having sold spiritual plants at the elixir shop for many years, he knew that such a significant difference wouldn’t occur among plants from the same batch. "I personally tended to this money grass. I examined each one almost every day, and I’ve never seen this particular plant before," he claimed, handing the blackened money grass back to the troublemaking monk. The monk, visibly upset, retorted, "Money grasses all look the same. How can you know whether you've seen this one before? It's as if each one is unique." Bai Fan coughed a few times to clear her throat and hummed softly in her heart. She silently thanked her decision to read so many books and diligently record her observations over the past six months; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to explain it convincingly. "I'm talking about the variety, not the appearance. Of course, money grass looks identical at a glance. It's like trying to distinguish ants—they all look the same, but they're different species." The monk snorted angrily. Despite claiming to have learned some alchemy skills, his lack of knowledge about the types of money grass showed he was bluffing. Knowing about different grasses is a fundamental skill for an alchemist. "The root of the money grass you brought lacks the golden fairy filament. This money grass is actually called red thread grass. It has similar properties to money grass but is harvested three times a year. Red thread grass is often used as a substitute during shortages. However, we have never grown red thread grass in our elixir shop's spiritual fields. So how can you say you bought it from here? You are clearly framing us." The monk was taken aback by this revelation and pointed at the red thread grass in Bai Fan's hand, shouting, "You obviously sold this to me, and now you accuse me of framing you? Your big shop is bullying me, a mere casual cultivator. You have no shame!" The monk's yelling drew the attention of everyone on the street, causing a commotion. --- Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~ Thank you to the little angel who voted for [Grenade]: Fried chicken is smart 1 Momo; Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]: 9 bottles of kanbujian; 5 bottles of Senluo sauce; Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous chapter Table of contents Next chapter Front page PC version Bookshelf Complete collection of novels Popular novels