Chapter 447: Chapter 87: The Master of Treasure Pavilion_2

“Treasure Pavilion values the ability to cultivate Spiritual Beasts, not Cultivation level,” Qi Wen murmured in rebuttal.

“Even so, let’s wait until he’s gone before discussing it. If someone is willing to give us face, we should take our duties seriously.”

The varieties of Spiritual Beasts in Treasure Pavilion were numerous, and almost all of them were unknown to Chen Jiuge. Some, despite sharing names with those in the Heavenly Realm, were entirely different species. This distinction caused considerable trouble for him.

Otherwise, even without the ability of the Golden Finger to extract Bloodline, Chen Jiuge would have been able to cultivate sufficiently peculiar and powerful Spiritual Beasts.

One by one, he released the black and white deer from his Spiritual Beast Bag. The unfamiliar environment caused them to panic somewhat.

“ROAR!”

A mighty Sky-reaching Tiger caught a frantically running black and white deer in its jaws. As the deer let out a piteous moan, it gradually lost its life.

The Sky-reaching Tiger’s aura was very strong; its Cultivation was likely at the Great Divine Power Realm. Its fierce eyes fixated on Chen Jiuge. After a moment of contemplation, the large tiger took one of the black and white deer and disappeared into the jungle.

Chen Jiuge’s anxious heart slowly settled. He sighed, “I still need a Cultivation Method from the True Realm!”

For the following month, Chen Jiuge stayed in Treasure Pavilion, focusing on cultivating the white-furred mice and the eight black and white deer he had acquired previously.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to cultivate more; his Divine Soul Power could only form Contracts with a limited number of Spiritual Beasts, which restricted his capabilities.

Chewing and swallowing the golden Pearl Rice, Chen Jiuge found himself surrounded by dozens of white-furred mice, constantly bowing and trying to scavenge leftovers.

“SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!”

One white-furred mouse, desperately longing for a piece of Pearl Rice, wished it could fly. As it continued to wish, it found itself actually taking flight.

Chen Jiuge watched, dumbstruck, as the mutated white-furred mouse hovered before his eyes.

Its grayish-white fur had become completely white, thin membranous wings had developed on its limbs, and a refreshing Wind Spiritual Power lifted it into the air. A cyan, jade-colored horn had also grown on its forehead.

The white-furred mouse was unaware of the significant changes it had undergone and merely called out to Chen Jiuge in a flattering tone.

“Pearl Rice?” Chen Jiuge asked with some confusion.

The original white-furred mice were only at the Magic Realm in terms of Cultivation, and this mutated mouse was merely at the Tiaoist Foundation level. Consequently, its Spiritual Wisdom, while not entirely absent, was quite limited.

Taking a large handful of Pearl Rice from the bowl, he placed it before the mouse. Watching its contented expression, he remarked somewhat curiously, “It couldn’t have mutated just because it wanted Pearl Rice, could it?”

As the person in charge, Chen Jiuge received a monthly ration of ten catties of top-grade Pearl Rice, though he didn’t consume it at every meal. Today, however, his Mana flowed more smoothly, putting him in high spirits, so he decided to be generous.

Perhaps encouraged by their companion already feasting on the delicious Pearl Rice, an additional four white-furred mice mutated simultaneously. The mutations followed the same pattern, with only slight variations in their fur colors.

Apart from the first mouse’s pure white fur, the other mutated white-furred mice had varying amounts of cyan strands mixed in.

Chen Jiuge watched the mice scrambling for food on the stone table. Five of them now. I should be able to meet the requirements. Hopefully, I can obtain the corresponding Cultivation Method.

The Treasure Pavilion was but one of the buildings within Snow Concubine Hall—and the most remote one at that. It was some distance from the main hall, and to make matters worse, Chen Jiuge didn’t know the way.

“Sigh, it’ll still be several days before those two come to deliver the feed. I can’t wait!” Chen Jiuge sighed.

His injuries had fully healed, but he remained irritable because he couldn’t return to his peak strength.

The five sated, mutated white-furred mice lay obediently on Chen Jiuge’s back as they left the Treasure Pavilion together.

Whether by luck or coincidence, not far from the Treasure Pavilion, they encountered Zhu Ying, accompanied by a large group of Maids.

“Why are you out here?” Zhu Ying asked with a frown.

Chen Jiuge took down the naughtiest little mouse. “I have completed my task. This is the Mutant Spiritual Beast I’ve cultivated.”

To be honest, the mutated white-furred mice were quite cute. Although not very strong, their appearance was rather fetching and adorable.

“Tiaoist Foundation Realm Spiritual Beasts? Wait, is this a white-furred mouse?” Zhu Ying asked, frowning again.

“That’s right.”

Zhu Ying took the tame white-furred mouse and examined it several times. Finally, with a complex expression, she said, “Come with me to see the Lady.”

Snow Concubine Hall was truly vast. While each palace appeared modest from the outside, they typically contained a Space Array that created a unique domain within.

Passing through the Pill Hall, Artifact Hall, drill field, and Scripture Pavilion, Chen Jiuge finally arrived at the main hall and met his lifesaver.

At the head of the resplendent great hall sat a woman. A touch of sorrow graced her brow, yet her eyes flickered with curiosity and childlike innocence. Her exquisite figure was enveloped in an ornate gown.

“Xiao Ying, is this the man I saved?” Jiang Xueyao asked curiously.

Zhu Ying coughed lightly twice, attempting to remind Jiang Xueyao of her status, but to no avail. She said resignedly, “Yes, Lady.”

“This is the Mutant Spiritual Beast he cultivated.”

“Wow, how cute!” Jiang Xueyao was instantly captivated by the adorable creature.

The Lady might be unreliable, but Zhu Ying could not afford to be.

“Chen Jiuge, explain the abilities of this Mutant Spiritual Beast to the Lady,” Zhu Ying urged.

Chen Jiuge placed the other four mutated white-furred mice on the ground. “Aside from burrowing, ordinary white-furred mice don’t really have any special abilities. Their Spiritual Energy is attributeless, rendering them almost harmless.”

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