Chapter 252

Chapter 252: Is Her Luck Good or Bad

The Dodder Flower Sprite looked at the fallen Flood Dragon and shook its head. It really had no idea how frightening this woman was. If its desire to eat her had been even a little weaker, it would never have ended up like this. Now look, it even threw its life away. What a tragedy.

The Dodder Flower Sprite sighed, glad it had already clung to Shen Sang Ruo’s thigh for safety. [Demons do not share the same joys and sorrows, hehe.]

Forging a single artifact out of Dragon Sinew, Immortal Lord Chang Li’s Heart-Guard Feather, and the Luan Feather Fan was no small project. Shen Sang Ruo still had a bit of the Myriad-Transforming Wood Heart Core left; she planned to refit everything after she got out, and learn more from Daoist Wu Wei along the way.

There was a more important mission inside Starfield Plain. The fact that Starfield Plain could nurture a Flood Dragon at Nascent Soul, Late Stage proved how rich its Spiritual Qi was. This trip was tied to the growth of Ninghua Sect and the survival of Linglong Pavilion. The task was heavy. Abundant Spiritual Qi was good news for them, because it meant Starfield Plain must be rich in resources.

They had spent so long hunting the Flood Dragon that the others had probably already found lots of good things. She needed to hurry.

Leaping down from the mountainside, Shen Sang Ruo murmured: “Didn’t the Ziwei Pavilion Master say Starfield Plain held no danger? In his eyes does a Flood Dragon not count as danger?”

Starfield Plain was such a huge area. How could their people have fully explored it in so short a time? Maybe they checked only part of it, found it safe, then decided the whole place was safe. That made it clear the black-hearted Pavilion Master was only using bold words to make them relax, so they would rush in and search for treasure for him.

From her hair, the Dodder Flower Sprite spoke softly: “Is it possible your luck is just really bad?”

Who else, upon entering Starfield Plain, would get Teleportation straight into a Flood Dragon’s lair and bump into the Flood Dragon just as it returned? Yet among everyone who entered, only she walked out without a scratch and even killed the Flood Dragon.

The Dodder Flower Sprite sighed in awe: “Your luck really is one of a kind.”

Shen Sang Ruo said with a calm face: “I don’t think my luck is bad.” From the result, the Flood Dragon was the unlucky one.

She landed steadily, but the feeling under her foot seemed off. Lifting her foot, she saw a lump of yellow, unknown paste stuck to her shoe, giving off a weird smell.

This…

After a brief pause, once she recognized what it was, Shen Sang Ruo fell silent. [……]

The Dodder Flower Sprite burst out laughing and said: “Hahaha, dog poop? Out of this huge open ground you stepped on that one pile. I told you your luck is one of a kind, right?”

It laughed until, the next second, an intense pressure washed over it. The tips of its vines went cold, and it shut up at once.

Clearing its throat, the Dodder Flower Sprite said weakly: “Just a joke to liven the mood.”

Shen Sang Ruo’s face cooled as she said in a low, chilly voice: “Laugh again, and I’ll wipe my shoe with that little yellow flower seed of yours.”

At that, the Dodder Flower Sprite’s flower face drained of color. It hurried to promise it would not speak out of turn and begged her not to touch its little yellow flower.

Only then did Shen Sang Ruo nod in satisfaction and smile again. She whistled and, acting casual, wiped the yellow paste off her shoe onto the nearby grass, then left quickly. The whole set of moves flowed smoothly.

Even so, doubt stirred in her chest: [Has my luck really been bad lately?] Forget it. She had never worried about that kind of thing. She would just keep moving forward.

She planned to find a feng shui sweet spot and have the Dodder Flower Sprite spread its vines, so they could search for treasure more effectively. At the same time, they could look for the rest of the Ninghua Sect.

When she reached a fork, she automatically reached for her map. Her hand stopped halfway as she remembered the map was gone, and she put it back. [Sigh, another day of missing my map.]

Her Divine Sense found that the Spiritual Qi was about the same on both paths, so she picked one at random. Following it, she soon spotted a small earthen mound. The view there was wide, and the terrain would let the Dodder Flower Sprite’s vines spread far. That counted as her “feng shui sweet spot.”

She quickened her steps, wanting to get there and start searching. But as she walked, she noticed the scenery was falling back more and more slowly. She was clearly moving fast. Odd.

Also, the chubby ball on her shoulder seemed heavier and heavier. She patted Zhu Miao’s rump and said: “You need to lose weight.”

Right after she spoke, she looked around and her eyes widened. The plants around her were growing like crazy. The small tree that only reached her waist a moment ago had already shot past her head.

Frowning, Shen Sang Ruo raised her guard. Her gaze fell on a stone that had also become bigger, and she suddenly realized the truth. No, it was not that they were getting bigger. She was getting smaller.

That was why she felt herself slowing down and why Zhu Miao felt heavier.

At the moment she was only as tall as two Zhu Miaos stacked together. Zhu Miao and the Dodder Flower Sprite had also noticed something was wrong. They quickly jumped off her to lighten her load. Even though she had Spiritual Power, with a small body like this, Zhu Miao was honestly afraid he would squash her.

The Dodder Flower Sprite hid in Zhu Miao’s fur. Without a head of its own, it used a vine to scratch his head and asked nervously: “What in the world is going on?”

Staring at them at eye level now, Shen Sang Ruo said dryly: “I’d like to know that too.”

After another short while, she had shrunk to be the same height as Zhu Miao. Thankfully, besides getting smaller, she noticed no other problem, so she did not panic.

Zhu Miao twitched his nose as if catching a scent and, for once, spoke up: “It is a Giant Beetle.”

Shen Sang Ruo and the Dodder Flower Sprite said at the same time: “Giant Beetle?”

The Dodder Flower Sprite bristled like it was facing a great enemy and said: “What Giant Beetle? Where is it? Why can’t I see it?” As a plant spirit, it feared bugs the most.

Shen Sang Ruo had never heard the name either. Her eyes showed a little doubt.

Zhu Miao told her: “You will see it soon.”

Everything in front of her kept getting bigger. Even Zhu Miao turned into a giant in her eyes. She finally stopped shrinking only when she was as small as an ant.

Then she saw the “Giant Beetles” Zhu Miao meant, a group of beetles just a tiny bit bigger than she was. Their shells were red, round, and plump. They did not look scary like other bugs. In fact, they seemed silly and cute.

They formed a ring around her and cheerfully waved their front legs in greeting. Because she was about their size, she could clearly see the happy expressions on their faces.

[…This is their idea of “giant,” huh.]