"Shouldn’t I be concerned...?"
The Desert Witch’s large pincer arms were idly opening and closing. Her exposed uneasiness brought a faint smile to Ye Hanjun’s face.
"For others, this might be an intolerable flaw, sothing that invites nothing but disdain."
"But I’m different. I see your future potential. No matter how you struggle now, it’s just another form of accumulation and there is nothing to fear."
With a hand on his dry stomach, Ye Hanjun got up and went straight toward the kitchen.
As he opened the refrigerated storage unit, he muttered:
"Don’t overthink, there’s no need for internal strife."
"Rember the you at rock bottom. When you’ve broken through all hurdles and returned victorious, you’ll only marvel at the past, then chuckle and continue to strive forward."
"Yes..." The Desert Witch bowed slightly, her eyes thoughtful.
She couldn’t understand such philosophical thoughts yet.
But that didn’t stop her from trusting Ye Hanjun, engraving his advice in her heart and pondering over it day and night, believing that one day she would understand its aning.
"Ding——"
After a minute of boiling, the thick Shield Turtle Soup was ready, its appetizing aroma perating the kitchen.
Ye Hanjun’s fingers twitched, ignoring the heat, he slurped a mouthful, then devoured the rest voraciously.
Delicious!
Incredibly delicious!
What could possibly be more enchanting than having a mouthful of warm, savory soup when one is starving?!
"Burp——"
After devouring all the turtle at and drinking all the soup, Ye Hanjun belched contentedly. Finally, his limbs felt warm.
With that, the only evidence left of this Shield Armor Turtle, whose core personality was its violent temper, was the shell that now served as a Heart Protector.
"Sigh, I may be full today, but I have no idea where my next al will co from."
"These days of feast or famine... they’re kind of refreshing."
Savoring the flavor in his mouth, Ye Hanjun collected the dishes and tossed them into the dishwasher.
"You’re probably hungry now too, right? Bear with it for now, I will get sothing for you to eat later."
"Actually, I’m alright, not that hungry," replied Huazhu, her snake’s eyes blinking obediently.
"Hmm... I rember that your kind, the Desert Witch Clan, usually have small appetites. After a full al, they don’t need to eat for two or three days..."
"Even though they are omnivorous, they are quite picky about their food. They usually only eat fresh fruits and vegetables, or fresh insect at, beast at, poultry at... they don’t eat seafood, seasonings, or processed foods... their diet tends to favor simplicity."
"That seems to match my impression of my tribe," Huazhu tilted her head, uncertain.
"However, I left my people when I was less than a year old. As a wandering witch, survival was my primary concern."
"So in reality... I’d eat anything."
"Even at that’s been decaying for days. As long as it provides with sufficient energy, I’ll force myself to stomach it."
"That’s understandable."
Ye Hanjun didn’t feel pity for her.
From his perspective, this was nothing more than a basic survival instinct. He might feel a bit of sympathy from his privileged viewpoint, but there was no excess pity.
"What did the rescue center feed you?"
"So decent plant roots and stems, and various types of frog at and insect at."
"Hmm, then I guess you’ll have to make do."
Scratching his chin, Ye Hanjun told her honestly:
"I’m a little strapped for cash right now. With nothing to my na, I can’t provide you with high-nutrition als."
"In the short term, my priority is to prepare the materials for your ceremony. That’s going to be a huge expense and we’ll both have to work hard."
"I haven’t yet had the chance to ask, what exactly is this ’ceremony’ you’re referring to?"
Compared to the pleasure of her taste buds and a healthier, more efficient way of growing, the pressing issue of the death god looming behind was definitely more pressing.
As long as the issue with her bloodline wasn’t resolved, Huazhu’s life was just a ticking ti bomb, each day bringing her one step closer to the end.
"I did not deceive the Watcher during our previous conversation."
Ye Hanjun pulled the curtain aside and glanced outside.
Then pulling it closed again, he folded his arms behind his back, speaking with a level and powerful voice:
"I have already explained to you the principles of the Grey Flash. It’s a flaw, but it’s not entirely a flaw, as it hides a huge opportunity."
"Regrettably, not everyone is able to seize this opportunity, especially those of different species and ranks... the problems they face are myriad."
"I was able to discern the general transformation thod for Mud-cast fetuses of the Witch Clan. The main reason for this is the grandeur of the allied Witch Clan. Over many long years and with their endless resources, they have painstakingly completed countless experints to uncover these results..."
"I was able to observe because of a special opportunity."
"From my point of view, I gained sothing for nothing."
Ye Hanjun’s gaze was distant as he reminisced about a certain era. He couldn’t help but sigh deeply:
"But, there are several problems within."
"The existence of the Dirty Bone Spirit in this world is certain. By repairing the missing part of our bloodline, we return to Grey Flash and even to the Dazzling Flash or Ultimate Flash, these two more mysterious and exalted destinies,"
"However, the thod developed by the Witch Clan alliance is out of the box, and the core concept is ’diverting’ and ’reorganizing’."
"In the first phase, we break the Wheel of the Witch Vein to adjust the body’s balance, and the death countdown officially begins."
"In fact, it ans that in the near future, once you complete the ceremony, you are destined to lose the label of Flash Fond Spirit and will no longer be associated."
Huazhu moistened her lips and softly whispered:
"After the ceremony, can I turn back into a pure blood Desert Witch?"
"If that’s the case, whether I Flash or not, doesn’t really matter anymore, right?"
"Beco a Desert Witch again?"
Ye Hanjun laughed lightly and shrugged:
"After all this trouble, if you can only turn back into the Primitive Bloodline, that won’t work."
"The most exciting part of this research is ’bloodline mutation’!"
With a pause in his words, Ye Hanjun looked forward to saying:
"Your attribute is ’sand’, a derivative of the earth elent."
"So, the most important main material in the ceremony must be a crystal-shaped magic stone of earth attribute. The higher the quality within the absorbable range, the better."
"Magic stone?" Huazhu widened her eyes in surprise.
She didn’t know much about human society, but magic stones were well-known luxury goods known to all cultivators.
"As expected, high-value magic stones are the most precious items in the ceremony, and it’s not easy to get them."
Ye Hanjun frowned and muttered to himself, "Furthermore, we need the blood of seven identical elent Fond Spirits. The blood must not be contaminated, and the purer the better."
"Using you as a reference, that would an seven liters of clay body-level earth elent Fond Spirit’s blood."
"Each variety requires one liter, and you cannot repeat varieties or collect from different individuals of the sa species."
"As such, small-volu Fond Spirits are eliminated first. Even if drained dry, their blood content will not et the requirents for the ritual."
"This seems... relatively easy to get?"
As if opening the door to a new world, Huazhu’s eyelashes quivered and she listened intently, responding softly.
"Right," Ye Hanjun affird, "however, there is another main ingredient which is slightly more troubleso."
"In the ceremony, a key indispensable item is the ’complete heart of a higher-tiered Fond Spirit’"
"Not only do I require sothing on par with the Rainbow Light Fetus, but I also highly value its racial bloodline and core attributes."
Seeing Huazhu’s fascination with the unknown, Ye Hanjun solemnly says:
"In summary, the ceremony involves the mysterious field of elent fusion."
"Its concept is to integrate different situated elents into the body of the Witch Clan Grey Flash individual, making it part of its bloodline to trigger a new mutation."
"The risks I ntioned primarily co from here. The strength and drawbacks of the mutation vary, and different elents combined with you will have different effects. The experinter cannot control the transford form and must passively accept it."
"If you’re unlucky, the mutated bloodline may not be as good as the original bloodline of the Desert Witch, which would be quite a loss."
Huazhu suddenly realized, deliberated for a while, organized her thoughts, and expressed her doubts:
"Could it be that I might end up changing to other species and completely leaving the Witch Clan system?"
"That won’t happen," Ye Hanjun shook his head, "Changing the Witch Seal is a very difficult task, the ceremony cannot reach that extent."
"It will have a frawork, no matter how it changes, it still belongs to the Witch Clan, so you don’t need to worry about that."
"That’s good..."
Huazhu found it hard to imagine herself transforming from a high-intelligence humanoid Fond Spirit into an animal that crawls on the ground.
What if she becos a stupid wild beast, the inherently dull kind? Wouldn’t that be a loss of self?
Thank goodness, thank goodness.
Listening to the elder, it seems that as long as materials are collected, the ceremony has a high success rate.
The greatest uncertainty lies in luck, after all, mutation is part of the taphysical.
Huazhu breathed a sigh of relief, and began to anticipate in advance.
"Sand, mutant earth, is closely linked to a variety of characteristics such as heat, extre cold, dryness, and earth."
Ye Hanjun lowered his head in deep thought, pouring out his thoughts to Huazhu:
"I won’t consider the heart of a water elental Fond Spirit."
"After all, there is a part of fire in sand, and water and fire neutralize each other. This could potentially lead back to pure earth, and it would be hard to estimate what would happen."
"However, ice can be considered."
"Because the desert is scorching under the sun during the day and extrely cold at night when the heat dissipates."
"If we could use this, suppress fire, intensify ice and mutate your attributes to reach another extre, the effects and power of the skills would have a big difference."
Huazhu nodded gently, fantasizing about freely controlling ice-elent sand, feeling extrely fascinated.
"Following this thought, wouldn’t the heart of fire elent higher-tier Fond Spirit be more suitable for ?"
"Smart." Ye Hanjun praised, "Ice needs to suppress fire, which inevitably leads to loss."
"But if it’s fire instead, adding fire to fire, enemies will be burnt the mont they touch your sand. When you think about such a prickly mixed attribute, it gives you a headache."
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