Divine Beast Creator
Chapter 1312 - 1313: The Gift

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1313: The Gift

"Energy resonance, huh? Considering this is a half-spirit medicine, isn’t this kind of situation pretty normal?"

Feng Yuan shrugged and said. It seemed as though the effect depended on the scent pairing, but in reality, those floral scents were an energy reflection of the flowers themselves. With careful attention, anyone could concoct a potion-like effect.

"Ah, I see now."

Agunas swished its tail while looking toward the pile of delicately scented flowers, its tone intrigued. So that’s what distinguished them. It had thought Feng Yuan was simply as particular as Veronia.

"Xiao Ji, do you like this scent?"

Feng Yuan placed the flowers into a sachet, held it up to Xiao Ji, and asked. Sniffing it a few times, Xiao Ji shook its head. Though the scent wasn’t overpowering, it still wasn’t keen on wearing something fragrant. But if it refused, would Feng Yuan stop giving it gifts?

For a moment, Xiao Ji got caught up in its indecision. After paying for the sachet, Feng Yuan placed it in front of Big Cat and asked,

"What about you? Do you like it?"

Big Cat sniffed it and emitted a low reluctant growl, rejecting it. But just moments later, it looked back at Feng Yuan with eager eyes and let out a few soft cries. Agunas glanced at Big Cat and translated,

"It says, can it pick a scent it likes instead?"

"That’s doable. Xiao Ji, you sure you don’t want it?"

Watching Feng Yuan fiddle with the sachet, Qi Chen looked curiously at Dou Yanlan and asked,

"Won’t Xiao Ji wearing this affect its battles?"

He didn’t bother asking Feng Yuan directly, likely because he’d just brush it off casually. Still, Qi Chen couldn’t help but question it. After all, wouldn’t the fragrance potentially interfere with Xiao Ji’s senses or stealth abilities? He couldn’t figure out what Feng Yuan had in mind. Dou Yanlan thought for a moment before replying,

"It might, but maybe he has a workaround?"

Even she wasn’t entirely sure about Feng Yuan’s plan. Just like this sachet—who could’ve predicted such a situation would arise?

"Hmm? Of course, wearing a sachet during a fight is out of the question. It doesn’t exactly protect against ultimate moves. Xiao Ji often bursts into flames when using its ultimate move; the sachet would just burn up."

Hearing the conversation between Qi Chen and Dou Yanlan, Feng Yuan responded matter-of-factly. Glancing at Najia, who was standing next to Yang Hongzhi, Feng Yuan waved him over.

"Najia, why don’t you come pick out some sachets? You’ve got your own money, right? Why not make some gifts for Yang Hongzhi and the others~?"

Najia hesitated, glancing at Yang Hongzhi. The latter chuckled and shook his head, saying,

"If you’d like to, go ahead. I’m sure Xiao Hei and the others are looking forward to your gifts."

Beside him, Xiao Hei barked joyfully. Although the floral scents here were overwhelming, it didn’t want to stay in Yang Hongzhi’s Spirit Beast Space, which was far too uncomfortable. Even Xiao Hui had been left at the hotel under the staff’s care because there wasn’t much opportunity to let it out in the city. Being accompanied by Najia, Xiao Hui didn’t seem too concerned about Yang Hongzhi’s safety.

In fact, there were quite a few guests like Yang Hongzhi. The hotel they stayed at even had a spacious Spirit Beast Garden specifically designed for the temporary care of spirit beasts. As part of their services, the facility charged no extra fee.

Long Boduo quickly pointed to a few flowers and looked eagerly at Feng Yuan, saying,

"I want these. Can you make something for me?"

"Sure, just these ones, right? Hmm, though the scents might clash... That’s a bit tricky."

Glancing at Long Boduo, Feng Yuan suspected the request might be intentional but didn’t mind. This wasn’t particularly difficult. If it were ordinary flowers, it’d be a hassle. But with half-spirit medicine flowers, he was confident he could handle it.

Turning his head, Long Boduo wore a smug smile. It *was* intentional. When it noticed Feng Yuan glancing over, Long Boduo quickly straightened its face, whistling as though nothing had happened. Feng Yuan eyed it suspiciously but chalked it up to his imagination.

Agunas, of course, noticed Long Boduo’s mischievous grin but chose not to expose it. Watching Feng Yuan struggle every now and then had its charm, right?

However, they were all disappointed when Feng Yuan didn’t seem fazed. Though it took some time to select the flowers, he swiftly managed to find the right combination. Gathering the flowers together, a peculiar fragrance wafted out, stunning everyone present.

The sachets in this shop were made using flowers from Dantia’s floral plains, though not all species were used—only a curated selection. Most of the sachets had scents that lingered in a subtle and elegant range. Yet the one Feng Yuan created carried a playful and lively aroma.

"Don’t tell me you tinkered with those flowers somehow?"

Agunas cast a skeptical look at Feng Yuan, swishing its tail as it spoke. Feng Yuan rolled his eyes and said,

"I’m not that bored. Besides, how could I tinker with them? When flowers with clashing scents are combined, it’s not surprising for such a fragrance to emerge. But this method... does take effort."

After packing the flowers, Feng Yuan handed the sachet to Long Boduo. As for who was paying? Of course, Feng Yuan footed the bill. As he made the payment, the shopkeeper eyed him curiously and said,

"I didn’t think you could craft such an unusual fragrance. You must be an expert in fragrance-making, a true genius in the field!"

Scratching his head, Feng Yuan replied sheepishly,

"Not really, and I wasn’t exactly focusing on fragrance-making—more like..."

"He was just mixing it like a potion. But with these flowers, using potion-making techniques can indeed achieve similar effects."

A middle-aged woman chuckled as she explained. Having observed for some time, she understood what was going on. Unlike her, who paired fragrances by scent, Feng Yuan seemed to organize them based on the energy within the flowers. The resulting effect was unexpected even for her.

After all, the compatibility between the two selected fragrances was quite low. Prolonged exposure to the scent would dull one’s sense of smell, which was why she only crafted a few sachets each day. As for Feng Yuan’s method? Although effective, it didn’t align with her philosophy, so she wouldn’t adopt it.

"Hehe, that’s about it. Still, it works well enough, right~?"

Feng Yuan scratched his head with a wide grin. The woman laughed softly and said,

"Of course. However they’re blended, as long as the result pleases people, it’s all good. In fact, you’ve given me some inspiration."

"Hehe~"

It was then everyone realized the woman was the shop’s owner and the mastermind behind the carefully crafted sachets here. Her meticulous methods limited her daily output, and while she wanted to train her staff, not everyone had her heightened sensitivity to fragrances.

Now, with the idea from Feng Yuan of blending scents using potion-like methods, she might lighten her workload significantly. While those sachets wouldn’t reach the level of her handcrafted ones, they could serve as solid alternatives.

To thank Feng Yuan, she waived the bill for his purchases and even refunded what he had already paid.

"Haha! Lucky me~"

Feng Yuan swung the sachet in his hand gleefully. He even made one for himself. The gentle floral aroma didn’t seem to bother Xiao Ji, although it would have preferred if Feng Yuan had worn its sachet instead—the one with the scent of fresh breezes. To craft that scent, Feng Yuan had expended considerable effort, even utilizing flower dew.

Hugging Xiao Ji, Feng Yuan and the group wandered Hua Street for some time before rejoining Veronia and the others at a dessert shop. Sitting down, Feng Yuan placed the sachets and flower dew in front of them and said,

"Here are your gifts~"

"Oh?! Thank you."

Veronia looked at the golden sachet in front of her, as well as the white one with silvery-gray threaded accents given to Belusir. She brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply—it was precisely her preferred scent. Glancing at Belusir, the latter also seemed to approve.

"I wasn’t sure what kind of scent Belusir liked, so I had to settle for a guess."

Scratching his head, Feng Yuan confessed sheepishly. Belusir gently batted the pouch with its paw and wagged its tail, saying,

"I love the scent. It smells of destiny."