The Young Matriarch
Chapter 940: The Ancestor’s Little Finger, Material for Repairing the Dragon Vein

As soon as Bai Chuwei got within a meter of it, the little creature would point its little horn at her and flee to Duan Feihan’s side.

It is said that a phoenix won’t perch on anything other than a wu tong tree, nor drink anything other than Li Spring’s water.

This little creature wasn’t any better; though it was vegetarian, it only ate lingzhi and spirit grass.

Of course, it resolutely refused to eat anything Bai Chuwei offered, muttering under its breath that she was a bad woman.

Ha.

Would the ancestors really poison it to death?

The ancestors’ reputation had been defiled by some inexplicable fraudsters.

She vowed to deal with these fraud groups after passing this year!

Duan Feihan fed the little creature and looked up at the thousand-year-old giant wood that spanned the entire Jinglong Pool. The wood had been artificially cut off in the middle, surrounded by decay and death. He asked in a deep voice, "Is this the Dragon Vein?"

Bai Chuwei casually nodded, sitting cross-legged: "Yes, it was excavated. I chased it to O Continent, but that person refused to tell where it was hidden, so I sealed that rabbit in a coffin."

Ever since the Dragon Vein broke, talents gradually withered over the following centuries, and the world’s center quietly shifted from the east to the west.

If not for the adorable children of China being so diligently studious, the ancestors wouldn’t have thought of repairing the Seven Stars Dragon Vein Array.

After eating, the Cloud-Swallowing Beast curled up and napped in the corner.

Duan Feihan sat cross-legged opposite Bai Chuwei, gently undoing the restriction on his body, allowing Spiritual Energy to madly disperse in all directions.

Bai Chuwei took deep breaths repeatedly. Ever since she was with Duan Feihan, her recurring chest pain had long ceased.

If not for Hanhan being a walking natural Spiritual Qi Repository, she would have reconsidered fixing the Dragon Vein Array.

Bai Chuwei lowered her eyes and sighed lightly, muttering to herself: "Children, the ancestors are really sacrificing for you."

Bai Chuwei’s right index finger and thumb suddenly grasped her left pinky.

Originally, she avoided moving her fingers due to the pain and wanted to evade Emperor Duanjing, so she leisurely journeyed for over a decade, collecting countless materials to set up the Dragon Vein Array.

Duan Feihan abruptly extended his hand, tightly gripping her wrist, his voice deep: "What are you doing?"

Bai Chuwei was taken aback and bluntly replied: "Of course, to repair the Dragon Vein, I need materials. A piece of my pinky is enough."

Bai Chuwei hooked Duan Feihan’s hand with her finger, smiling: "Don’t worry, it’ll grow back soon, exactly as before. I won’t be disabled. Moreover, I won’t die."

Death had always been a luxurious thing for her.

Duan Feihan’s brows furrowed deeply, his dark eyes gleaming with a cold light, "No way."

The Cloud-Swallowing Beast perked up its ears, eavesdropping on their conversation, seeming quite happy about their disagreement.

Bai Chuwei glanced sideways, her tone cold: "If my finger won’t do, I think your horn might."

Cloud-Swallowing Beast: ’!!’ This bad woman!

Terrified, the Cloud-Swallowing Beast bolted on all fours, quickly hiding somewhere else to nap.

Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan locked eyes. Her head gently swayed, her long, ink-like hair lightly brushing his sharply defined face, its silky ends gracefully falling on her chest.

Bai Chuwei conceded: "Then... let’s use hair instead."

Bai Chuwei paused, wondering if she’d go bald at this rate.