Chapter 44: The Real-Life "Elixir of Arcane Power"

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Xuanxuan carefully searched again, standing before the tree. “Will you come out on your own, or shall I drag you out?”

Kuang Shao looked at her in surprise, wondering if she truly believed that little creature was still on the tree.

“Not coming out?” Xuanxuan reached for a leaf, thinking, you’re disguised as a leaf, but did you really think I wouldn’t notice?

The leaf instantly transformed into a small white fox, no bigger than a palm, its single bushy tail larger than its body, its fur gleaming and lustrous—a truly beautiful sight.

Even Kuang Shao couldn’t help but praise it.

As soon as the little fox landed, Xuanxuan produced six shields of air, trapping it in the center.

The phantom fox bounced anxiously, but Xuanxuan walked forward, tapping its forehead. “With your meager spatial abilities, there’s really no need to show off in front of me.”

The fox struggled even harder, but Xuanxuan paid no mind; she cast a small contract, uncertain if it would work here.

Ah?

She sensed her mental power linking with the fox, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Contracts counted as a type of mental control, so it was natural she could use them.

She withdrew all the shields, placing the fox in her palm. Now, the fox was docile and adorable, no longer trying to escape.

Such is the power of a mental contract.

She placed it on her left shoulder and glanced at Kuang Shao, who was utterly stunned. Zhan Yu was already used to Xuanxuan’s miraculous ways, at most a little surprised, but Kuang Shao truly was dumbfounded.

She lifted Kuang Shao’s left hand, frowning—the toxin had already spread. Had he not used the antidote she gave him earlier?

Only now did Kuang Shao realize his left hand was numb and uncontrollable. His recent facial injury was also due to this. He frowned—was the killer vine’s poison so potent?

Xuanxuan let go of his hand and tossed him another bottle of intermediate antidote. “Drink it quickly.”

Kuang Shao glanced at Zhan Yu; seeing no sign of doubt, he understood the stuff was safe and drank it in one gulp. Instantly, his small face scrunched up even more, and though he wanted to spit it out, seeing Xuanxuan's serious expression, he forced it down with tears in his heart.

What on earth was that taste?

Zhan Yu secretly laughed—it was far nastier than the basic antidote.

He patted the little fox on his shoulder and looked at Kuang Shao’s twisted expression. Forget it; he wouldn’t let him try the phantom grass.

Kuang Shao had no idea he’d just dodged a disaster.

Cradling Xuanxuan, he said to Zhan Yu, “Can we buy a plot of land here for cultivation?”

Zhan Yu nodded, “Yes, I’ll handle it for you.”

Xuanxuan narrowed her eyes and nodded.

Zhan Yu’s own demeanor relaxed—Xuanxuan’s satisfaction always brought him joy.

Looking at Kuang Shao, still troubled, Xuanxuan handed the fox to Zhan Yu and said, “I’m logging off—time to sleep.”

Zhan Yu was already accustomed to Xuanxuan’s schedule. He nodded, stroked the little fox’s fur in his arms, and watched as Xuanxuan logged off.

Kuang Shao finally regained his senses, touched his delicate face, and noticed the wounds had healed perfectly. He looked at Zhan Yu in surprise—was this stuff really so useful?

He tested his left hand; now it moved freely.

He inhaled sharply—what kind of prodigy was this?

“Where did you find such a girl?” Kuang Shao asked.

Zhan Yu curled his lips; he still had to help Xuanxuan secure a plot for cultivation.

He summoned his mech—no need to search, returning by mech was most convenient.

“Hey.” Watching Zhan Yu control his mech and leave, Kuang Shao quickly released his own “Xuan Yang” and followed.

After Xuanxuan logged off and nestled under her covers, her father was still discussing things with her grandfather.

Just as Xuanxuan had expected, the “Magic Source Potion” alone was enough to ease Lord Wan Qi Yi’s worries, let alone the energy conversion ability.

Wan Qi Yi fully understood the value of the three items Xuanxuan had produced.

Thus, he could trust Xuanxuan’s sincerity.

After a beautiful sleep, Xuanxuan awoke in Wan Qi Lian Hao’s arms, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Sleeping until naturally waking was bliss—and if breakfast included meat, it would be even more wonderful.

As Xuanxuan hoped, the table was filled with meat dishes, thanks to her two uncles. These two grown men, after years in the military, had developed a habit of needing meat at every meal.

It suited Xuanxuan perfectly, though every plate of meat sat far from her. But with her eldest uncle’s authority, she could manage.

Xuanxuan stretched out her hand, “Carry me.”

Wan Qi Lian Jun, delighted and surprised, picked up Xuanxuan. Though stiff, he was much better than last time.

Wan Qi Lian Chen curled his lips—he wasn’t jealous; his own child liked him too.

Nestled in Wan Qi Lian Jun’s arms, Xuanxuan happily devoured meat, her tiny paws and face greasy.

Wan Qi Lian Hao felt as if his daughter was inflating like a balloon—growing bigger by the minute.

He quickly reached out to stop Xuanxuan’s hand from reaching for more meat.

Xuanxuan pouted and looked at Wan Qi Lian Jun.

Wan Qi Lian Jun cast a cold glance at his younger brother.

Wan Qi Lian Hao, half laughing and half crying, wondered if he was mistreating his daughter.

He couldn’t help thinking that perhaps he shouldn’t return to the imperial capital.

With her newfound backing, Xuanxuan ate more boldly—she’d soon become a chubby little girl.

“Big brother, Xuanxuan is still young; she shouldn’t eat too much meat.”

Wan Qi Lian Jun frowned. He didn’t know if children should eat so much meat, but Xuanxuan’s pitiful gaze made it impossible for him to refuse.

He handed her another piece of dried meat.

Xuanxuan gnawed contentedly. She understood now—it was best to cling to Wan Qi Lian Jun’s leg.

Wan Qi Lian Chen chuckled softly, “She’ll soon be a little chubby girl.”

Xuanxuan glared at him. You’re the chubby one—your whole family is.

Actually, Xuanxuan, you forgot you’re also part of their family.

Wan Qi Lian Chen didn’t care; he’d always been a little tyrant.

Wan Qi Lian Jun’s two children always followed him; though the boys were naughty, they listened to him and he enjoyed teasing them.

A sharp look from Wan Qi Lian Jun, who objected—finally someone liked him, and she wasn’t even a boy. “Xuanxuan is a girl.”

Wan Qi Lian Chen coughed, touched his nose, and glanced at his third brother.

Wan Qi Lian Hao caught on and changed the subject, “Big brother, how many days until we reach the imperial capital?”

“Three more days,” Wan Qi Lian Jun said, handing Xuanxuan another piece of dried meat.

Watching Xuanxuan’s cherry lips chewing away, even glaring at him, Wan Qi Lian Hao’s eye twitched. If she kept eating like this after returning to the capital, what then?

“After you spoke with Father yesterday, he came to talk to me.”

Wan Qi Lian Hao’s expression turned serious; Wan Qi Lian Chen also straightened.

“What do you think?” he asked.

Xuanxuan paused her chewing, her ears perking up.

“My thoughts align with Father’s,” Wan Qi Lian Jun replied. “The ‘Volcano Potion’ and ‘Magic Source Potion’ have been tested. But there’s one thing you didn’t ask—can these actually be made in reality?”

Wan Qi Lian Hao shook his head—he hadn’t considered that. “I didn’t ask.”

Wan Qi Lian Jun sighed in disappointment, “If only they could be made in real life…”

He didn’t finish, but Wan Qi Lian Hao understood.

Despite his disappointment, Wan Qi Lian Jun still handed Xuanxuan another piece of dried meat.

Xuanxuan took it but didn’t eat. She too had forgotten—if these items could be produced in the real world, they’d surely believe even more in her “master.”

And with this opportunity, her father’s dual talents in space and darkness shouldn’t go to waste, nor should her uncle’s, though his darkness talent was weaker, but still useful.

Before Xuanxuan could eat the meat, another piece was offered. She casually stuffed a high-grade “Magic Source Potion” she’d made into Wan Qi Lian Jun’s hand.

She was used to keeping plenty of these consumable potions ready at all times—in her space and magic tower, they were everywhere, whether made by her or by her apprentices.

Wan Qi Lian Jun, intending to give her meat, was surprised by the item in his hand. What was this?

It was transparent, and the bottle—Wan Qi Lian Hao was also surprised; it was just like the “Magic Source Potion” seen on the Star Network.

“Hey, big brother, where did you get that?” Wan Qi Lian Chen noticed too.

“This—” Wan Qi Lian Hao’s tone was uncertain, “Is this the ‘Magic Source Potion’?”

“What did you say?” Wan Qi Lian Jun raised the bottle to ask.

Wan Qi Lian Hao took it, opened it, sniffed, his voice unusually hoarse, and touched the bottom of the bottle—indeed, “This seems to be the ‘Magic Source Potion’ I mentioned.”

He stood up abruptly, holding Xuanxuan.

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

Wan Qi Lian Hao nodded, a bit doubtful, “It should be right. I haven’t tried it, but the smell is almost identical, and the characters on the bottle bottom match.”

Wan Qi Lian Jun looked at the bottom—his father had said the potion Xuanxuan drank had characters there.

Wan Qi Lian Chen stared in shock at the two men and the potion between them. Was everyone still half-asleep, or were they still on the Star Network?

ps: Recommended—Xiao Ran’s novel “The Female Supporting Character Rises to Be the Main Character in the Apocalypse.”