Chapter Twenty-Four: The Little Purple Flower

Gradually, the mist-like body ceased its restless swirling. Wang Luo continued to drift aimlessly through this space; aside from the ashen land beneath him, there was nothing here—not even a trace of energy to speak of. Nevertheless, Wang Luo persisted in his wandering, for he had no other choice; he simply could not find an exit.

“Could I really be trapped here for a lifetime? My body is still outside—what if something happens to it?” As these worries filled Wang Luo’s thoughts, his consciousness suddenly flickered, and he found himself back in his sea of spiritual awareness. Startled, he pondered for a moment, then once more stretched his spirit toward that faint green light.

Again, his perception wavered, and Wang Luo’s spirit, now a misty form, reappeared in that nameless space. Thinking of the world outside, he flickered back into his spiritual sea, repeating this process several times until he finally understood the method to enter and exit that peculiar domain.

When the first rays of dawn scattered like specks of light across the forest, Wang Luo, who had been seated cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and exhaled a long, turbid breath, a smile lighting up his face.

Morning sunlight was always so enchanting, heralding the arrival of a new day. For an assassin who walked the line between life and death, it simply meant surviving yet another day.

He greedily drew in a deep breath, but his brows soon knitted. The forest air always carried an uncomfortable scent of decay, with a subtle, almost indiscernible undertone of blood.

A soft whimper sounded. The adorable little white lion rubbed its eyes with its paws, stretched lazily, and, upon waking, leapt onto Wang Luo’s shoulder, nuzzling his face affectionately before letting out a few cheerful noises. It then glanced curiously at the blood wolf lying nearby, whose entire body glowed faintly with a bloody light.

Wang Luo’s gaze followed. The night before, he had nearly exhausted his spiritual awareness to refine all the blood energy within the blood wolf, storing it in the creature’s veins. Throughout the process, the blood wolf had remained unconscious, and not knowing why, Wang Luo had simply meditated to restore his spirit.

Seeing that the blood wolf still had not awakened, Wang Luo frowned slightly. After all, it was his first time attempting such a thing, and he had little experience. Nonetheless, the wolf’s aura was no longer chaotic, its blood energy no longer rampaging but instead hidden within its blood. This meant his efforts had not been in vain.

On the very first day after leaving the lion’s cave, Wang Luo had encountered a pack of wild wolves—a trap undoubtedly set by the lion patriarch. The encounter made him appreciate the dangers of the Magical Beast Forest. Clearly, lingering here was unwise, especially with that panther nowhere to be found.

With these thoughts in mind, Wang Luo placed his hand on the blood wolf, trying to discern if anything had gone wrong with its blood energy.

To his surprise, Wang Luo discovered that the wolf’s blood energy was circulating on its own, steadily repairing the creature’s wounded body and making it even stronger. What’s more, part of that blood energy had merged with another unknown force within the wolf, flowing joyfully through its meridians and finally gathering in the magic core at its head.

Wang Luo withdrew his hand and glanced toward the little white lion, who was toying with wildflowers nearby. His thoughts drifted as he pondered what path to take next, but no solution presented itself—he simply knew too little about this world.

He rubbed his temples, his gaze once again falling upon the little white lion, who seemed quite enamored with the flowers and grasses around them. Even back in the lion’s den, Wang Luo had noticed this peculiar hobby. Sensing Wang Luo’s gaze, the little white lion presented him with a small, unknown purple flower, as if offering a treasure.

Wang Luo examined the pale purple blossom, which faintly brimmed with energy. The little white lion was always bringing him such things, some laden with considerable energy, though Wang Luo had no idea what use they were. He had once tried eating a blue flower with six flame-shaped petals, only to feel as though he were burning alive—after much pain and commotion, his body remained unchanged. Since that incident, he had lost all interest in the flowers and grasses.

Suddenly, Wang Luo thought of the nameless space from the previous night. Perhaps that place was meant for growing things. But how could he send this flower into that space?

As he pondered how to transfer the little purple blossom into that mysterious domain, the little white lion’s cries drew his attention. Confused, Wang Luo looked over and realized the flower in his hand had vanished.

“Little White, don’t tell me you got hungry and ate the flower?” Wang Luo joked, but at his words, Little White shook its head indignantly, gesturing at Wang Luo and waving its paws emphatically.

“You’re saying I ate it? I’m not a cow—why would I eat—”

Wang Luo stopped mid-sentence, struck by a sudden thought. Telling Little White to wait, he closed his eyes.

With practiced ease, he found the green speck in his sea of spiritual awareness and once again entered that space. His mist-formed consciousness stared blankly at the pale purple flower before him.

“So it really ended up in this strange place!” His foggy mouth opened and closed, though no sound emerged. Wang Luo again surveyed the space and immediately sensed something different.

Previously, energy had been scarce here, but now it had grown noticeably stronger. Even more surprising, the barren land was greedily absorbing what little energy remained.

Drifting closer to the purple flower, Wang Luo saw that it was absorbing energy from the space as well, its inner power increasing, and its color deepening. After a moment’s thought, Wang Luo squatted down, intending to pluck the flower and see if he could take it back outside. To his frustration, however, his current form—made purely of spiritual awareness—lacked substance, making it impossible to pull the flower out. After thinking for a moment, he placed his hand on the flower and concentrated on returning to the outside world.

His awareness flickered, and Wang Luo found himself back in his body. Sure enough, the purple flower had returned to his hand.

The little white lion gazed curiously at the now more vividly colored blossom, its eyes full of confusion and wonder. It whimpered at Wang Luo, as if asking how he had managed such a feat—it had just assumed Wang Luo had eaten the flower himself.

Azure Dragon in Another World, Chapter 24: The Purple Flower—End of Update!