Chapter Five: Essence of the Stone Spirit

“Damn it, there isn’t even a bottle.”
Xiao Wenzi cursed inwardly, but his movements were swift. Spreading his wings, he chased after the droplet and inhaled it fiercely, swallowing it whole.

Buzz~~

As the Rock Spirit Juice entered his body, a surge of heat flowed from his abdomen throughout his limbs. A wave of intense pain followed, as if he might explode at any moment. Xiao Wenzi dared not delay and hurriedly circulated the Blood Spirit Technique to refine the medicinal power within.

Rock Spirit Juice was the lowest-grade auxiliary spirit liquid, containing limited demon spiritual energy, and with only a single drop, Xiao Wenzi’s frail body managed to stabilize under the refining effects of the Blood Spirit Technique.

As time passed, the heat and pain faded, replaced by a warm, soothing sensation. Yet perhaps due to the poor aptitude of his mosquito body, even after fully refining the Rock Spirit Juice, he still failed to cultivate any demon spiritual energy.

According to the Blood Spirit Technique, only after cultivating demon spiritual energy could one be considered to have entered the first level of the Demon Qi Realm, barely beginning to understand the path of cultivation.

There was no other way. Xiao Wenzi had to exchange for another drop of Rock Spirit Juice. With prior experience, he didn’t wait for the droplet to fall—he opened his mouth and swallowed it directly.

The sensation of heat sweeping through his body returned, but was much milder than before. Xiao Wenzi understood this was because his body had already been partially transformed by the Blood Spirit Technique.

Time went by. Several hours later, as the eastern horizon began to pale and daylight crept in, Xiao Wenzi had consumed five drops of Rock Spirit Juice.

Finally, he sensed a faint, circulating energy within his small mosquito body. It was weak and scarce, but its presence filled Xiao Wenzi with boundless confidence.

This was demon spiritual energy. When he infused it into his wings, his flight speed surged dramatically, far beyond that of ordinary mosquitoes.

Having cultivated demon spiritual energy meant he had successfully entered the initial stage of the first level of the Demon Qi Realm—even if this rapid progress was purchased with a hefty sum of system coins.

Yet Xiao Wenzi was well satisfied, for he knew his mosquito body was no primordial exotic species, just an ordinary little mosquito.

Suddenly, Wang Sheng, lying on the bed, stirred. Xiao Wenzi had no time to rejoice in his transformation, nor did he notice the sticky impurities expelled from his body. He hastily spread his wings and flew toward the young master’s head.

“So itchy—what’s happening? Why am I so itchy—ah—damn it, my hands, my face...”

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Most of his drunkenness had faded. Opening his eyes to find the sky already brightening, Wang Sheng felt unbearable itching on both wrists, the backs of his hands, his face, and neck. Instinctively, he started to scratch.

After a couple of scratches, he suddenly noticed that his hands, face, and neck were covered in itchy bumps from mosquito bites. Even the veins on his wrists bore swollen lumps as large as broad beans.

The thought that his handsome face was nearly ruined made him howl hysterically.

Though furious, Wang Sheng was no fool. He didn’t open the mosquito net outright. Instead, while wailing, he crouched and searched around.

After all, to be bitten so badly as to resemble a “pig’s head” couldn’t be the work of one or two mosquitoes—unless it was some unknown mutant demon mosquito.

If it really was a demon mosquito, and it didn’t dare show itself, its rank must be low. With his martial training since childhood, he believed he could handle it.

The space enclosed by the mosquito net wasn’t large. Wang Sheng quickly searched every corner of the bed, but found not a single mosquito in sight.

Just then, the door creaked open. Two maids hurried in, carrying copper basins and towels.

“What’s wrong, young master? Ah—young master, your face!”

They were his close attendants, responsible for his daily care. Hearing his cries, concern drove them to ask, but a single glance at his swollen, bump-covered face—looking like a pig’s head—made them exclaim in shock.

The maid carrying a basin of hot water trembled so violently she dropped the basin, soaking her feet and pant legs, a testament to her fright. Was this really their elegant, handsome young master?

Had they not just heard his voice, both maids would have thought he was a pig demon.

“Qiaoyu, Lingxiang, you are not to spread word of this. Close the windows and doors first, then help me search for the wretched creature…”

Even now, the Wang family’s young master was concerned for his reputation. He had already guessed some of the situation; since the mosquito net showed no obvious holes, the “demon mosquito” responsible for his plight was definitely still inside.

If it couldn’t escape through the net, its demon power must be weak—it would not be able to contend with him. Once he caught it, he would torment it thoroughly, venting his resentment.

“Yes, young master.”

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The two maids answered, ignoring their damp embroidered shoes. They locked all the windows and doors, then hurried to the rosewood bed.

“Damn, that Wang brat really is clever. But if he wants to catch me, he’s far from capable.”

Listening to Wang Sheng’s calm, unhurried instructions, Xiao Wenzi, hidden in the hair bun at the back of his head, smiled coldly to himself.

He had only managed to reach Wang Sheng’s back so quickly because his flight speed had increased with his advancement to the initial stage of the first Demon Qi Realm.

As long as he used his demon spiritual energy, Xiao Wenzi was confident he could flee the moment the mosquito net was opened. So, seeing the maids closing windows and approaching, he felt no anxiety at all.

“Young master, there’s nothing here. Are you sure you were bitten by a mosquito? Maybe there are fleas in the bed?”

Qiaoyu, the maid with an oval face and graceful features in her late teens, searched the bed carefully but found nothing. Hesitantly, she spoke.

“Nonsense! My room is clean and tidy, and you change the camphor regularly. There’s never been a flea problem—how could they suddenly appear? Take a closer look behind me…”

Suspecting a mutant mosquito with intelligence, Wang Sheng scolded Qiaoyu as he pressed his back closer to them.

“Young master, there really is a mosquito—right in your hair.”

With daylight fully bright and at such close proximity, the maids easily spotted Xiao Wenzi’s tiny figure, speaking in surprise.

The mosquito before them looked no different from an ordinary one; its abdomen wasn’t noticeably swollen. They couldn’t imagine how it could have bitten their young master into such a state.

“Just as I thought. Qiaoyu, Lingxiang—grab it through the net!”

Wang Sheng didn’t know if Xiao Wenzi could understand their conversation, but since he suspected it was a demon mosquito, he dared not be careless. As he instructed the maids, he quietly pressed the back of his head toward them.

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