Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 479 - 478: It is about to produce a spirit too

Chapter 479: Chapter 478: It is about to produce a spirit too

Mianmian saw her two little friends looking at her so astonished, her gaze circled around each person for a bit before finally falling back onto the Ocean-Settling Needle in front of her.

It wasn’t wholly accurate to call it an Ocean-Settling Needle, after all, in Sun Wukong’s hands, it was known as the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick.

"Ao wu ao wu?" Bai Bai let out a couple of cries.

Mianmian’s eyes widened with alarm, "No, that can’t be! How could that even be possible?!"

What Bai Bai meant was that Yang Xian could turn the Three-pointed Two-edged Knife back to its original form, and Situ Zha could transform treasures like the Cosmos Ring back to their original form because they were their masters. If she could return the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick to its original form, she definitely must be the reincarnation of Sun Wukong.

How could that possibly be!

Mianmian couldn’t accept it and didn’t touch the Golden Hoop Stick again, taking a hesitant step back.

When she stepped back, the radiantly golden stick actually flew forward a little, remaining very close to her.

Mianmian quickly hid behind Yang Xian.

Yang Xian was the only adult present, and she instinctively sought a sense of security from him.

As Mianmian moved, so did the Golden Hoop Stick, still following her, as though it couldn’t bear to not be close to her.

"Wuwuwu, I suddenly understand your thoughts, Yang Xian," Mianmian choked up, "It’s so frightening, I do like Sun Wukong, but I don’t want to become Sun Wukong..."

She still wanted to be Su Mianmian; she didn’t want to become Sun Wukong.

That was too terrifying!

Yang Xian contemplated silently for a while before suddenly saying, "That green cauldron of yours has a spirit inside it, maybe this Golden Hoop Stick has developed a spirit too? Perhaps it doesn’t consider you its master, it just wants to be close to you."

No sooner had Yang Xian finished speaking than Mianmian, trying to avoid the Golden Hoop Stick’s closeness, got near other weapons and treasures on the wall.

Touched by Mianmian’s hand, all those treasures shed their rust and reverted to their original states.

With the treasures emitting brilliant light, the entire armory was as bright as daylight without any need for Night Pearls.

But these restored weapons, unlike the Golden Hoop Stick, didn’t follow her around; they simply stayed quietly on the wall.

Realizing she had activated other treasures, Mianmian finally let out a sigh of relief. If she could restore all the treasures to their original states, then it was very likely she wasn’t the reincarnation of Sun Wukong after all!

The Golden Hoop Stick liked her, and that might just be the Golden Hoop Stick’s own idea, nothing to do with whose reincarnation she might be.

Having thought it through, Mianmian reached out and grabbed the Golden Hoop Stick, attempting to communicate with it.

"Like~" was the only notion the Golden Hoop Stick conveyed, and then there were no other signals.

This was problematic!

It meant that the Golden Hoop Stick had developed a small degree of its own will, but such will was incredibly simple and incapable of complex thought.

Inability to think made it even worse!

Mianmian had no idea what to do. These weapons weren’t hers; she had to figure out a way to deal with them.

As she was thinking this, the Golden Hoop Stick in her hand suddenly became heavy!

The Golden Hoop Stick was so relaxed it wasn’t flying by itself, piling all its weight into her hand.

Mianmian didn’t have time to think of anything else. She bent her chubby legs with effort, using all her strength to just manage to hold the Golden Hoop Stick.

"This thing weighs thirteen thousand five hundred jin, it was originally forged by Lord Lao Zi," Green languidly sat on the Golden Hoop Stick with his legs crossed, "It’s almost developed its own spirit, sigh, how time flies~"

As he spoke, Green noticed the Golden Hoop Stick shrinking and being firmly clutched in Mianmian’s hand, becoming a stick of a size proportionate to Mianmian’s figure, his mouth involuntarily opened wide in amazement!

Such a heavy treasure, very few people could lift it! To lift it and use it as a weapon, one had to be at least a fairy, right?

Mianmian was still in a mortal body, yet she could lift it?

For real?

Or was he seeing things?

Mianmian, still holding the Golden Hoop Stick, was rather shy, "I only wished for it to shrink a little because it was so obedient."

"...No, that’s not the point, right?" Situ Zha joined the conversation, "This thing is very heavy, you can actually lift it?"

After hearing this, Mianmian simply smirked at Situ Zha and then let go with an "oops."

Her mother had told her long ago that her great strength was innate and could be further augmented through the use of Spiritual Power, so she must try hard to control it and not show off too excessively in ordinary times.

If a person’s strength became too exaggerated, others would be scared and might not want to be friends with her.

"I didn’t lift it," Mianmian blinked her big eyes and feigned innocence, "That’s Great Saint Master’s belonging, not mine; I can’t lift it~"

As she spoke, the Golden Hoop Stick she had let go of kept getting thinner, eventually floating near her ear like a needle.

It even seemed to want to wiggle into Mianmian’s ear.

Mianmian hurriedly covered her ear with her hand: "No, don’t do that, you can’t go into Mianmian’s ear."

She was terrified!

Sun Wukong could hide the Golden Hoop Stick in his ear because he had the skill to do so.

But Mianmian didn’t want that!

After stopping the Golden Hoop Stick, Mianmian opened her small bag, "How about this? You just sneak into my sewing bag, like an embroidery needle, okay? What do you think, Little Jinjin?"

Good heavens, in just a moment, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick had its name changed, now called Little Jinjin.

Situ Zha and Green were speechless, the corners of their mouths twitching involuntarily.

They watched as the golden little embroidery needle entered Mianmian’s miniature sewing bag, lining up with the other needles, just like any common embroidery needle.

"For the other weapons, well, maybe I’ll entrust Green with them?" Mianmian looked earnestly at Green, "Leaving them here, it would be troublesome if we met them and had to come back, don’t you think so, Green?"

Green always got annoyed at Mianmian’s certainty that he would forever be her cauldron but had trouble refusing her request outright.

So, awkwardly, he said, "Since you’ve asked me so sincerely, I’ll help you out."

Except for the Three-pointed Two-edged Knife and the weapons touched by Situ Zha, Green collected all of them into his Space.

Seeing his own weapon left behind, Situ Zha said with resignation, "Put ours in there too."

Mianmian: "But they are yours."

Situ Zha glanced at Yang Xian, touched his forehead in exasperation, "Do you think I’m not lifting them because I don’t want to?"

The treasures all had their own significant weight, and technically speaking, both he and Yang Xian were still of mortal flesh. The lotus incarnation was slightly better off, but his soul was not yet powerful enough to use these items without harm; forcing them would just injure him.

The only really convenient thing was the Hun Tianling.

Situ Zha wrapped the Hun Tianling around his wrist, turning it into a red bracelet, "Alright, help us brothers store them as well. Isn’t that what you think too, Brother Yang?"

Yang Xian’s mouth also twitched.

Brother Yang? Were they that familiar?

Why did he feel Situ Zha was treating him as if he were Erlang God himself?