Due to its diligence and eagerness to learn, it attended teacher Jing Jing<unk>s classes without fail, which rendered it more astute and empathetic than its fellow spirits, endowing it with a rich emotional depth and sensitivity.
It had always believed itself to be a unique spirit, the most precious among its kind, destined for greatness.
Yet now, it had transformed into a wandering spirit, desperately evading blows, assuming a form had never anticipated.
The dispute with a white-eared one had erupted during the grand construction when the latter inspected the state of the mushroom broth, absurdly attempting to taste it.
It was baffling how someone so clueless was assigned to such a critical role.
Were luminescent mushrooms even edible? Not to mention, this was no ordinary luminescent mushroom.
It was the toxic and dreadful pink mushroom broth.
Despite its own discomfort and palid complexion from a poison, the white-eared one insisted that the broth was improperly made, inadequate, and lacking.
Infuriated, Huah Hwa retaliated by splashing a spoonful of the broth onto it, transforming it into the pink furred, white-eared one.
Thus, their rivalry was cemented.
The pink furred, white-eared one frequently sought huah to spar, which was nothing more than a guise for its desire to pummel it.
However, the white-eared one, in its mischief, limited its blows to mere discomfort, leaving Huah Hwa unable to lodge a complaint, much to its vexation, unable to fight back and unable to evade, Hua, after concluding its prayer, heard commotion in the distance, it sprang to its feet and turned to see the pink furred, white-eared one bounding towards it.
What? It's coming again.
Aren't you tired, white-eared one? Haven't you had enough of a beating today? I've been discovered once more.
Huah Hwa leapt up, channeling the spirit energy within and soaring away.
Thus commence the chase between the two miniature spirits, each darting and evading.
Due to the limited spirit energy within, Huawa could only alternate between jumping and flying for a brief time.
The white-eared creatures behind me are similarly enchanting.
Two dimminionive sprites frolicking joyfully.
The blossoms dance across the central plain where vast fields of golden wheat sway gently, nearly ready for harvest.
Occasionally, one might catch sight of a few miniature sprites tending to the wheat, greeting it with cheerful salutes.
Hey there, chapter 34.
The curious lesson Huah Hua, accompanied by the pink-haired white ear wanders about.
It seems that Huah Hua has once again been bested by white ear today.
Huah Hua, you must run faster.
The distant voices of companions enjoying the spectacle echo around.
Huah Hwa leaps through the expanse of golden stone wheat.
This stone wheat is a crop cultivated by the esteemed Lord Fu, yielding seeds as hard as pebbles.
When these seeds are ground, mixed with water, and then baked over fire spirit stones, they transform into cakes resembling stones.
This food though is exceedingly unpalatable.
Yet every miniature spirit must learn to consume it.
In comparison to the fluffy flatbreads in the divine restaurant, Huah Hwa believes that this creation by Lord Fu is an affront to the very essence of flatbreads, a mockery of their existence.
It ought to be called stone cakes rather than flatbreads.
However, great figures possess their own considerations.
It is said that this is part of the four great spirit strategy concerning future food supplies.
After all, teacher Jing Jing had informed them in their very first lesson after birth that while food appears boundless, it is not eternally so.
This bounty is merely a gift from the deities during the nassence of their divine realm, a reward for the deities tireless efforts day and night.
As our dependence, we cannot perpetually rely on the deities for sustenance.
In times when we are unable to fend for ourselves, we must cherish every morsel of food.
One day, the spirits shall no longer depend on the divine restaurant and shall possess the capability to produce their own sustenance.
Huah Hwa does not fully grasp this, but she retains it in her heart.
For teacher Jing Jing<unk>s words are always meaningful.
All the spirits are remarkable beings capable of self-sufficiency.
In the wheat fields, those willing to labor can exchange their efforts for food vouchers and course vouchers.
The former for food, the latter for opportunities to attend teacher Jing Jing<unk>s lessons.
Huah Hua soarses over Spirit Bay Valley, a gathering place for luminescent mushrooms, where a group of the most intelligent mushrooms, self-identified as the Mushroom Clan, have established a settlement.
These wise mushrooms coexist harmoniously, drinking water and basking in the moonlight.
As Huah Hua passes, familiar mushroom friends greet her with warmth.
What vitality, Huah Hua, up early again to exercise with white ear.
One green mushroom exclaims, "White ear, your pink hue has become even more enchanting.
Would you like to dye a bit of this color onto me?" Upon hearing this, Huah Hwa feels a surge of energy and zips away even faster.
Indeed, ever since she poured that spoonful, White ears once pure white form has transformed entirely into a luminous pink.
It remains a mystery whether this enchanting effect arises from internal or external application.
But the color on white ear cannot be washed away no matter the efforts.
When teacher Jing Jing eventually detoxifies her, the awakened white ear discovers that among the monochromatic spirits, she has become the first pink spirit.
Teacher Jing Jing has stated that in the language of the deities, this hue is known as luminous Barbie pink, a color of great prestige, and has informed all the miniature spirits that they must not mock the color of white ears form, though one might not find humor in it.
The sight of the pink-eared creature invariably draws a few lingering glances.
In such moments of scrutiny, the white-eared being seems to transform, becoming somewhat unhinged, channeling its eye towards itself, resulting in the events of today.
Huah's predictions were not a miss.
No sooner had the green mushroom uttered its words than the white-eared creature, provoked, took flight with increased fervor.
Fortunately, Huah Hwa had already quickened its pace.
Otherwise, it would have been caught and subjected to further punishment.
Thus, the two little sprites soared over the luminescent forest, traversed the sandy seas and desolate Gobi, ascended the Myithil mountains, and glided past waterfalls, nearly exploring every inch of the divine realm.
As they reached the now dim moon island, the day gradually waned without pause.
Huah Hua, panting heavily while leaping, had exhausted its spiritual energy, yet dared not cease, aware that the white-eared creature was close behind.
From a distance, the calls of the white-eared echoed.
Pause for a moment.
Pause for a moment.
One could only wonder why the white-eared had so much time on its hands today.
Was it not supposed to be working? Huah Hua felt utterly fatigued from the jumping.
Eventually, Huah Hua arrived at the grand podium where it spotted teacher Jing Jing initiating a lesson, bringing a sense of salvation to its heart.
It presented its course ticket and entered, finally finding respit.
The white-eared creature also submitted its ticket and followed suit.
Yet, Huah Hua felt untroubled, for the classroom prohibited any form of disruption.
In this session, teacher Jing Jing was imparting knowledge about the divine realm to the new mini sprites.
Focusing on the fundamentals of spiritual energy, even having heard it countless times before, Huawa remained enraptured.
The exhaustion from running was palpable.
At that moment, as it settled onto the stone seat, a wave of comfort washed over it.
Life felt truly joyous.
If only it could savor a cafeteria bond, the day would be even brighter.
Alas, today there was no work and thus no bonds to relish.
The grand podium stood as the heart of the Sprite city, the place where every newly born mini sprite received its education.
It was adorned with numerous stone seats with teacher Jing Jing s platform at the center.
At this moment, she was speaking about the essence of all things.
Every entity possesses spirit.
We are the sprites.
Life born from spiritual energy.
This energy manifests in various forms.
When condensed within stones is termed spirit stones, each bearing different attributes when present in the air is referred to as spiritual aura.
Teacher Jing Jing demonstrated holding a watertype spirit stone manipulating its essence.
Being life born from spiritual energy, we inherently possess the gift to harness its power.
Observe this.
She commanded the aura within the water spirit stone, conjuring a water sphere in her hand.
With a flick, the sphere transformed into myriad droplets drifting towards each student.
Another gesture and the droplets vanished.
Some older students took note.
In daily life, there existed magic, often referred to as magical stones and magical aura, terms stemming from the external divine realm, differing from our own nomenclature.
All one must understand is that they represent the same essence.
Different divine realms and species possess distinct civilizations and cultivation systems.
The divine beings in their battles against the external divine realm have brought us a wealth of resources from other divine nations and it is our duty to comprehend and learn to utilize them.