Chapter 85: Chapter 85

“…Stop pretending to be cool. Time for a test flight!”

Mu Ying muttered, a little exasperated. After carving her rune, she was now connected to the broom and could sense its feelings easily.

The Shiyin figurine flew over and hugged the broom handle, mimicking Mu Ying’s patting.

The broom couldn’t help but shake it off, then hopped to Mu Ying’s side and floated up.

The sudden movement made Shiyin’s eyes go wide with shock.

Mu Ying scooped Shiyin up by the scruff and tucked her into her pocket, then swung a leg over the broom and slowly rose into the air.

Shiyin poked her head out of Mu Ying’s pocket, her little mouth forming an “O” of surprise.

After a few low circles around the plantation, Mu Ying realized that while this broom had a bit of a quirky temper, it was faster than the one from the Emerald World—maybe thanks to the Spring of Restoration.

With this flying broom, she could finally go elsewhere.

Mu Ying’s mind raced with possibilities, but daytime wasn’t ideal for flying—too easy to be spotted. Even with a disguise, she’d need more preparation.

Luckily, her wand wood was ready today as well. She took out the piece, its grain growing clearer.

The wand wood was very similar to the one from the Emerald World, with the same floral patterns. After carving her personal rune, her wand was complete.

She pulled out a vine seed she’d prepared earlier from her storage pouch and tossed it.

With a wave of her wand, a green light shot from the tip, striking the seed. Instantly, the seed grew into a vine as thick as a finger.

Under Mu Ying’s direction, it wrapped itself into a few thick loops before running out of energy.

Her skill level was about the same as in the trial world.

Her beginner plant magic couldn’t compare to the real Entangling Spell in terms of binding power, and still needed seeds as casting material, but it had more room to grow—and didn’t consume mana.

Of course, plant magic was even more useful for cultivating plants.

If magical contamination was a chaotic way of altering matter, then plant magic was an orderly way of influencing plants. With enough practice, one could even create magical plants.

Mu Ying had already picked out seeds suitable for cultivating entangling vines, planning to recreate this magical plant in the real world.

If growing plants brought nature’s blessings, then creating new plants should be rewarded too!

Judging by Grandpa Shaum’s passion for plant research, this could only benefit her druidic training.

Of course, aside from plant magic, her other spells—though still at a beginner level—were starting to show some use.

For example, the not-yet-mastered Shrinking Spell, which, combined with her storage pouch, could save even more space.

And Life Magic, which, while also able to heal, worked on a completely different principle from the Healing Word. Even in cases of poisoning, Life Magic could replenish vitality and temporarily sustain life.

As for curse and blessing magic, Mu Ying glanced at the round, chubby creature rolling in the iron bamboo grove and blinked. “I curse Gun Gun with bad luck.”

A little bird flew by, suddenly feeling the urge, and shook its tail.

Plop—a white, sticky, unidentified substance landed right on Gun Gun’s head.

???

!!!

Gun Gun clutched its head.

Mu Ying cleared her throat and waved her wand again, cleaning the mess off the ground.

Her curse magic always worked, but for now, it was only good for little pranks like this.

As for blessing magic, she often used it on herself while cultivating entangling vines, and eventually succeeded.

She wasn’t sure how much the blessing magic helped, but Ms. Melani assured her it had worked.

Because when you use blessing magic on yourself, if it fails, you’ll end up with bad luck instead."

"After transplanting the last sapling from her seedling basket, Mu Ying finally welcomed another opportunity to level up.

Looking around, the small patch of land between the Green Mountain Forest and the sub-camp was now filled with young trees. The very first sapling she planted had already grown to her chest.

She had planted all of these, bit by bit, since the sub-camp was established.

Every time she looked at this little grove she’d planted with her own hands, Mu Ying would imagine what they’d look like in a few years, or even decades, when they became towering trees. The sense of accomplishment was immense.

Thinking about how she’d be busy leveling up when she got back, and since she didn’t need the Spring of Restoration for anything else, Mu Ying poured the remaining spring water into her Create Water spell, using a localized rainfall to water the saplings.

As she kept planting more and more trees, the Spring of Restoration had grown from producing just a teacup of water a day, to a small bowl, and now to a large soup bowl’s worth.

The number of times she could use the Claw of Recompense each day had also increased, and the items she could extract were getting better and better. Not only did she achieve “seed freedom,” but also “fruit freedom” and even “meat freedom.”

As long as there were fruit trees and animals nearby, regardless of whether the fruit trees were in season or whether the animals were fat or thin, she could always extract fruit and meat from them.

With the magic wand she’d made, cooking magic had become incredibly convenient. Mu Ying had basically stopped eating out, setting up a large kitchen in the wooden house by the plantation, and cooked her own meals there every day.

After watering the saplings, Mu Ying ran over to the nearby sub-camp, went straight into her plantation, sat down between the fields, and began to level up.

The power of nature surged around her like the wind, swirling at her sides. The surrounding plants looked even more vibrant.

That string of upgrade notifications was always something to look forward to.

Even though the changes had already been integrated into her body during the level-up, these straightforward stats made everything much clearer.

For example, the increase in HP meant that her physical constitution had been enhanced by the power of nature during the level-up, making her actual toughness much higher than what her 10 Constitution would suggest.

Druids gained 80 HP per level, second only to Barbarians, Warriors, and Paladins, and on par with Clerics, Rangers, and Monks.

So divine spellcasters like Druids and Clerics weren’t physically frail like Wizards and Sorcerers.

Of course, this was all relative. Even Wizards and Sorcerers were much sturdier than before they took up their class.

So those spellcasters who get winded after running a few steps? They don’t exist.

Aside from the usual HP and mana increases, this time she also gained a free attribute point.

That was a relief.

For spellcasters, their casting attribute determines how far they can go on their class path.

Thanks to her starting advantages and bloodline, she’d gotten a few free attribute points, raising her Wisdom from 14 to 17, so she hadn’t hit any caps or bottlenecks yet.

But now, quite a few spellcasters were already stuck at their current level. The maximum spell level a caster could learn is their casting attribute minus 10.