Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Spirit of Magical Wood Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Spirit of Magical Wood Bai Sasa submerged an entire vine basket in water, so much so that not only the Dawn Cedar but also the basket itself turned lush and dripping with vitality because it had drunk its fill.

Old Uncle Qiu, looking at the vine basket, had reason to suspect that even its inner walls had grown roots.

The mud in the basket not only nourished the little Dawn Cedar but also the vine basket itself.

This reason was both rational and evidenced, and everyone felt it was very reasonable, so they shifted from exclaiming in wonder to marveling at its strong vitality.

And Bai Junjun, the one responsible for this miracle, kept her role a quiet secret.

In fact, it was only because the vine basket had been infused with her Special Ability that it possessed such incredible life force; otherwise, it would have withered long ago.

But that was not the point.

The point was that every day, when it was time to rest, Sasa would place the little Dawn Cedar on the cart and go to help Madam Liu with the cooking.

Meanwhile, Bai Lingyu and Xiao Shan would follow the Qiu family brothers to look for food.

At this time, only Bai Junjun and the Dawn Cedar remained, which was the best moment for the two of them to communicate.

For example, right now, Bai Junjun sat down next to the Dawn Cedar and lightly tapped a leaf with her finger, causing droplets of water to emerge from the tip of the leaves.

Bai Junjun just needed to patiently catch them with a bamboo tube, and she could always collect a small cup’s worth.

She had discovered this only in the past few days.

Though the sapling was small, its water storage capability was truly impressive.

In a single day, it could accumulate a cupful of Magical Wood Water.

Bai Junjun would unapologetically squeeze every last drop from it, leaving only enough water for the tree to survive.

She had no choice; she desperately needed to become stronger now.

And with Magical Wood Water as a foundation, her recent meditations on the cart had been twice as effective.

By now, her Special Ability had regained the size of a green bean, and even the little sprouts had burgeoned a bit.

Bai Junjun was almost too happy for words.

What was even more surprising was that, during one of her connections with the little Dawn Cedar, she felt it tremble slightly, as if it was somewhat reluctant.

It was not strange for plants to have their own spirit, as many mutant plants in the post-apocalyptic world had their own thoughts.

Sometimes, dealing with these mutant plants was even more troublesome than dealing with zombies.

So for a large part of The Apocalypse’s middle stages, people were too busy dealing with mutant plants rather than zombies, to the extent that at one point there was an overkill, and by the late stages of The Apocalypse, mutant plants were almost extinct.

However, for these plants here to exhibit their own emotions without external interference was a bit odd.

Bai Junjun, undeterred, connected with the little Dawn Cedar over and over again, trying to sense its emotions, but after a while, she couldn’t feel them at all anymore.

Bai Junjun frowned slightly, wondering if she had been mistaken.

But considering this tree was now hers, Bai Junjun was not in a hurry.

If there really was a Tree Spirit, it would awaken one day and merging with her would be like having a super portable power bank!

Then she would no longer have to worry about energy depletion!

Of course, to turn the Tree Spirit into a power bank, she would first need to infuse it with many Heaven and Earth Treasures to enhance both its energy and her own.

For now, such thoughts were premature.

Bai Junjun sighed softly and closed her eyes to rest in silence.

Thus, in the eyes of everyone, Doctor Qiu’s little apprentice had gone to sleep again; she truly was the most sleep-loving girl they had ever seen, without equal.

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The night passed in a flash, and soon the sky began to show the first light of dawn.

There was still a quarter of an hour to go before the Early Mao Period, and while many people were still asleep, Ah Dao was already silently coming down from the Horse Carriage.

Although there was still a quarter of an hour before the Mao Hour, the area near the bridge was already bustling with people, and many Refugees who had been delayed were in line early in the morning.