277 Cat Dad and Life Essence
Chapter 277 – Cat Dad and Life Essence
“Let’s move on to the next thing, mew.”
Seeing how emotional Xiaomao was, Mir changed the subject, “Have you condensed your first life essence drop, mew?”
Life Essence Drop was the next stage that Xiaomao had to familiarize himself with. It was essential for the 4th-stage mortal cultivator as it was the core power of this rank.
So far, Qi came in a form of an energy thread. Some were short. Many were long. However, a droplet of life essence was the compression of 1,000 strands of Qi.
When a cultivator succeeded in compressing 1,000 Qi strands, it always turned into a droplet of Life Essence. It provided a more efficient energy source for cultivators, and its circulation was faster.
Instead of wasting time circulating 1,000 strands to use one skill or spell, a 4th stage cultivator could turn a droplet of life essence as fuel to replace 1,000 strands of Qi. In many cases, it could provide more energy than 1,000 Qi strands!
Mir’s lecture continued, “Life Essence is a breakthrough in lifespan. When a mortal obtains a drop of life essence, their lifespan sharply increases, mew! When you were at the meridian opening stage, your lifespan is about 200-4000 years at best. But when you start producing life essence, your brain cells’ lifespan is tripled. Therefore, you can potentially live a thousand years, mew!”
Xiaomao nodded in excitement. Meanwhile, Jungwoo was still busy trying to clear the last wave. He couldn’t attend the lecture.
“Before you reach the 5th stage, the foundation establishment, aka the cliché foundation stage in novels, you need to form a sea of Life Essence, mew!”
“Hold on a second. A sea, munya?”
It took him half an hour to create one droplet that couldn’t be seen with the naked eye. However, Mir wanted him to have a sea-worth of droplets!
“Won’t I die or self-explode, munya?! Won’t it take a lifetime to reach that goal?!”
“You won’t die, mew! Also, you have that pocket dantian for a reason! It’s not solely for simulations and combat practice, you know? You can actually cultivate by sending half of your consciousness there and work 24/7, mew!”
“H-Half of my consciousness?”
“I forgot. Your dantian is still small. For now, let’s take it slow. I’ll let you take a two days break from fighting and spend that valuable time compressing all your Qi into essence, mew! Well, 48 hours here is about 8 years in there. GOOD LUCK, MEW!!”
Mir cackled and slapped Xiaomao again. The cat dad cried, and his consciousness fell to the pocket dantian.
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When Xiaomao returned to the lonely world, Mir soothed him, “Since living alone for 8 years might drive you insane. I’ll overlook it if you want to do some lewd stuff to let off the stream, mew!”
pAn-d a-n0ve1.com DING
A system panel manifested in front of Xiaomao. It was the same sparring partner review. However, it only showed female fighters.
Most importantly, their potential difficulty was set to 1%!
What does that mean?
They might not even know how to fight?
Since they would appear naked, wouldn’t they be vulnerable to a wolf?
Xiaomao stared at the nude portraits of various clones. His brain neuron was activated, and his mind was refreshed.
“Hoo, boy.”
Xiaomao rubbed his hands. His sage mindset in his early days was long gone, replaced by the dirty mind of a fallen adult.
“Can I take a test ride before I start cultivating?”
“One year of cultivation, one hour of playtime, mew!”
BZZ
Unfortunately, Mir instantly locked the menu. Xiaomao’s boner was killed.
“Ah, too bad. Well, in novels, one year is quite short when one cultivates. Let’s do it!”
Xiaomao was motivated. He started working on his life essence droplet.
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= Slave Dungeon, B1 Floor, Odin-Pangu Alliance Camp =
Early in the morning, Joan returned to the camp with sweaty hair. Her skin was strangely glossy as if she had refreshed herself.
When Joan returned to her resting quarter, aka her private tent, many players had been waiting for her. They were queuing to give her a report of their findings to earn some Contribution EXP. Battlefield Warlord was also among them.
Joan invited BW in. The latter submitted a report.
“Yesterday when you went MIA, we receive reports from a group of players – One of the exploration teams found a path to the next floor. They marked a teleport rune of that place and offer to sell the rune to us.”
Joan raised her brows. She was interested, “How much do they want?”
“Two million PACTs.”
“Tell them I will only buy it for 10,000 PACTs – Not a single cent higher!”
“Sure. Next agenda, the exploration team found a trace of local monsters. They seem to be hiding in a place that we can’t access, but they are somewhere around that brown room area. Our trackers have also located a pitfall trap door next to the table. I think Cardachion fell in there.”
“Meh, that airhead pervert deserves it. Let her play with some goblins in this god-forsaken cave!”
“I see. What should we do about the traps and the local monsters? Should we destroy the walls and flush them out?”
“Give some cannons to a few idiot players and order them to attack the walls. The dungeon will automatically teleport them elsewhere. Whatever happens to them, it’s none of our business.”
“Alright.”
BW took the order, but she leaned over and sniffed Joan’s face.
“By the way, have you been enjoying yourself without me?”
“N-No! W-Why should I?!” Joan’s face flushed. She thought of the horrible experience when the [Estrus] status effect hit her.
After Joan had run away from the troops, she hid in a corner of the maze, massaging something tiny and sticking her fingers into a couple holes.
Thinking of that shameful act, Joan’s face got redder.
Suddenly, Battlefield Warlord licked Joan’s face. She then had a solemn expression.
“This is the taste of a liar.”
BW proceeded to push Joan down. She stared at the latter, “You horny bitch. You went off by yourself?”
“It was the sacred water’s side effect! I was poisoned.”
“Oh? If you need to do it that badly next time, call me,” BW smirked and let Joan leave. She left the tent.
“… Shit.”
Joan sat up and facepalmed. When BW became independent from Wei Zhi, she had been following Joan’s order. But after Joan and BW got into that kind of relationship, she started to get cocky.
It was frustrating, but Joan tolerated her. After all, Battlefield Warlord was her successor. She had the potential to become stronger than Joan in the future.
“Someone! Call the players in! I want to hear their reports!”
Joan got back to her seat and summoned other players. She adjusted her clothes and corrected her posture.
The person entered the tent. Surprisingly, he was a renowned figure.
Yuan Shaoqing and his generals showed up.
“Do you mind if we join the expedition, Valkyrie?”