Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Fulfilled All My WishesCh18 - Floral Integrity and Familial Ties

Meng Yixuan made a successful attempt at comprehending the scroll’s passages. A large majority of it was an outline for how and when to use the Floral Art.

A set of 3 rules, each so cliche that he couldn’t help but smile softly as he committed them to heart. Iw0NTj

He knew full well that warnings like this would very quickly and most definitely turn into a huge red flag if not heeded properly.

Rule 1: any form of magic, be it through cultivator arts or otherwise, is quickly followed by consequences if used incorrectly. Basically, don’t do dumb shit ‘cause karma’s a bitch.

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Rule 2: even the heavens only came into existence from something else. The creation of something from nothing, creatio ex nihilo, is an absurd construct that only fools would abide by. For something to exist, it must have existed to begin with. Time; space; energy; matter. Transferable, moldable, changeable, but unmakeable. 

The concepts of the second rule were ones completely incomprehensible to any other being of this world, universe even. Fortunately, he’d been the one to find this book or some poor numpty would’ve experienced many existential crises. JeXznf

The third rule was different to the first one, which had been a warning, and the second, which was a criteria. The third rule was a prompt.

Rule 3: only through the discovery of the divine counterpart will the true value of one such ability be unleashed. 

Sounded smart and easy enough to understand, but was actually impossible when you realised that Meng Yixuan, this little penny in the ocean, would have to scour all of this cultivator earth’s libraries, secret realms and sanctoriums to even hope to catch a glimpse at the stupid other title.

And, judging from the vibe, it’d probably just be called ‘Ancient Fauna Art: Divinity’ or something like that.

A sigh left his lips as he realised how tormentingly treacherous a journey he had awaiting him if he wanted to be so strong he could just skip through the outskirts— no, the middle of battles just to mock the fighters.

He snorted softly at the thought.

Maybe, if he was strong enough, he could even cheat the system and help the poor cursed immortal god, Huli Bao, get out of the fight that’d eventually await him with the stupid protag as this novel’s pitiful scapegoat. He’d even chop off the toes of the final boss–one by one!

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With such a wild dream, that had painted itself beautifully behind his eyelids, he decided to train even more so than before and whisk this damsel in distress off his feet and into many different worlds. Ji0RjY

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Every bit of flora under the heavenly emperor’s skies was blessed with potential. 

As long as it worked hard to cultivate that potential, with what little conscience it had, it would face little calamity and would ascend to the complete conscience stage. And then to the human transformation stage with more dedication to cultivation.

Bearers of one such method could share their virtue with the flora, allowing them an instant ascension to their complete conscience stage.  uqgiDG

So long as one’s virtue signature exists in the path of the flora, a bond much like a master-servant one comes to be. 

Abuse of such a rule will dissipate one’s virtue, disallowing further contract establishments.

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A deconstruction of the word showed that it was the quality of moral good in a person, but what of it in this context?

That little spark in his head ignited once more, making him relieved.

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Virtue is found in the gifting of what one needs, be it qi, vitality or companionship, each case having its own price of virtue.

Only a bearer of such a scroll, like the one in his possession, carried the signature of virtue needed for that establishment, however. His brain spark incited. qcVLla

So, the water he’d given the Qingxin blossoms could be considered virtue? He wondered if that meant they’d established a bond with them. The final criteria seemed to discard the thought but then their parting words didn’t make sense if he had no bond.

The life debt meant absolutely nothing if they had nothing forcing them into it.

So what had caused such thought? Could it have simply been their gratitude? He shook his head softly as he realised, even plants knew better than many people did,

Meng Yixuan quickly disregarded such thoughts and poured some of his magic water on the little dandelion stem, causing the seeds to scatter and the now-dead stalk to re-flower, morphing into a bright yellow flower with many petals and a soft glow. u47vq3

The little weed seemed to absolutely sparkle in the late afternoon sun and it stretched it’s little head. The stem had thickened and it climbed out of the soil on two little ‘legs’ made out of the stem.

The little plant seemed to turn to him as a soft and warm voice spoke to him telepathically, “you have my gratitude, my liege.” The words contrasted completely with the tone and voice of the plant but left a warmth nonetheless.

And the dandelion was right. If not for Meng Yixuan’s virtue, it would’ve died soon after its seeds had scattered, much like its predecessors had and its successors would. Such was the life of the weed.

Xinxin ruffled from it’s perch on his neck, unwinding from its choker form to sneak onto the floor behind him while clutching its robe like a shy child.

It peaked its little head, now returned to its original form, out to stare at the dandelion. Every time it felt that the dandelion was looking, however, Xinxin huddled away.

The dandelion proceeded to sit on the soil and stayed still, allowing Xinxin to slowly approach like a curious little kitten. wta5OB

Eventually, Xinxin had made its way over and huddled into the ‘lap’ of the dandelion, cuddling into it with a purr-like noise.

The dandelion, just having released its seedlings into the world, morphed its stem to grow arms and pet Xinxin softly, like a mother.

Xinxin, like a little child yearning for affection, stretched its vines to wrap around the dandelion.

A long while later, Xinxin left the dandelions coddling and returned to his neck as a choker. vXsBa6

Only then did the dandelion turn to him, “does my liege request anything of me at the moment?” Meng Yixuan shook his head, allowing it to enter his crystal storage-dimension.

Xinxin didn’t have too obvious a reaction to others but Meng Yixuan felt its distress and soothed it, allowing it to ‘see’ where the dandelion had gone. This calmed Xinxin’s nerves a lot.

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While Meng Yixuan was transferring the dandelion, who he decided to call Gonggong to match Xinxin’s name style, Meng Yixuan spotted the saplings the plants around the Black Jade Conifer had given him.

So he brought them out to try, hoping that maturing the seed directly wouldn’t have a bad effect on their cultivation. ATvfGC

He quickly abandoned this worry as he realised that it’d probably just make them all stronger instead.

After he’d done his virtue-sharing shabang, he noticed that each of the saplings turned mature plants had properties that’d be perfect for the battles. He couldn’t wait to try this new ability out in combat~!

Although, he would be just as content if he could cruise his way into the top 50.

let us not mention how late this one came out oops- XD RbBejX

would you believe that maccyds rejected me? *dies of death*

anyways, enjoy my lovelies, i gtg clean my pigsty of a room tyvm