After sulking and shedding tears, days passed, and it could not shake the worry for Lulu, prompting it to seek her out.

Lulu was merely a tree.

It could not afford to hold grudges against her.

Upon arrival, finding her weak and in a dormant state, unable to awaken despite calling her name and incapable of transforming, Ling Pip felt a pang of sorrow, nearly striking itself in despair.

Why had it quarreled with Lulu back then? It ought to have exercised more patience and spoken kindly to her.

Lulu had only recently awakened her consciousness.

It was its duty to care for her properly.

The lake at the end of the path was inherently a place with sparse spiritual energy.

Although Lulu had grown here, it was far from an ideal location.

This journey took considerable effort for Ling Pip to move Lulu to the edge of the divine realm, finding her a spot rich in energy and water.

Digging a hole, planting the tree, and watering it, Lulu still did not recover.

Despite gathering ample fertile soil from the divine kingdom, it proved of little use.

Lulu remained unresponsive, fearing that she might fall into an everlasting slumber and lose her spiritual essence.

Ling Pip exhausted all its resources, borrowing from Air Chong and exchanging some spirit stones with Daufu.

Regrettably, it had a scant number of tickets as it had grown lazy in its work.

Yet, it felt compelled to save Lulu.

Only it, a humble sprite, knew of her existence.

If it did not act, Lu Lu might vanish forever.

Ling Pip was uncertain if these spirit stones would be effective.

If Lu failed to awaken, its next course of action might be to seek aid from the divine temple.

Imploring the divine master for a handful of divine soil or some divine power to rescue Lulu.

The feelings swirling within Ling Pip were tumultuous.

On one side was its friend Lulu, who had recently gained consciousness and shared cherished moments with it, and on the other the divine master whom it wholeheartedly adored.

As an ordinary spirit, how could it dare to beseech the assistance of such a magnificent deity? Reflecting upon this, Lingpip was filled with regret for its past idleness.

It is inherently of little value, lacking the desire to learn or to work, indulging in the blessings of the divine, perhaps even seeking the aid of the gods for its friends.

Truly, it is shameless on the path to the second ring mountains.

At this moment, Pi began to comprehend the thoughts of Defu and Jing Jing.

It sensed the essence of growth.

In this instant, it matured rapidly.

It dawned on Pi Pie that Defu and Jing Jing had placed it along with many other dimminionive spirits in a position akin to that of Lulu.

Regrettably, its previous immaturity had rendered it oblivious to the significance of its companions maturation.

To grow stronger and to become useful is essential for confronting challenges.

Enabling one to possess greater choices rather than being rendered helpless.

Freedom does not equate to evading all responsibilities.

It is drawing closer.

Nearing the place where it had transplanted Lulu, after a day of relentless toil, Ling Pi Pie felt an unexpected surge of energy coursing through its weary body, its nerves igniting with excitement.

Wait, what is that in the distance? Chapter 60.

What have you done to her? Is there a war? Lulu, please do not be in danger.

With this thought, Ling Pip quickly quickened her pace.

As she approached, Ling Pip beheld a scene that left her utterly perplexed.

It was neither wholly good nor bad news, perhaps a blend of both.

The good news was that Lulu Lu had awakened and appeared quite healthy, her hair lustrous and her emerald eyes vibrant, especially with the willow branches she wielded, exuding an impressive aura.

However, the bad news was that Lulu seemed to have gotten herself into trouble.

She was mercilessly whipping a transparent creature that had been summoned by the divine lord.

The creature writhed in its bonds, seemingly emitting silent cries of anguish, its plight most pitiful.

If this continued, it might soon be shattered beyond repair.

The thought of such a catastrophe sent a shiver down Ling Pip spine.

"Lu, show mercy!" Ling Pip shouted, prompting Lulu to cease her assault.

The young girl halted, her movements momentarily stiffening.

She turned her head, her wooden expression softening with a flicker of emotion as her gaze met Pips.

"Pip, you're here," she said, as if reconciling their previous quarrel.

In truth, this entire episode of Spite had only ins snared Ling.

Pip Lulu, embodying a more stoic and reserved nature, displayed her emotions with a calm demeanor.

Hurry, release her.

She is a guest of the divine lord, a guardian from the divine realm.

Ling Pip, now prioritizing the resolution of Lulu s mischief over their earlier discord, urged her friend.

It was indeed inappropriate for Lulu to bind and assault a guest whom the divine lord had specifically instructed to treat well.

Lulu, ever obedient to Ling Pip council, seized her attack, and released Alice.

As she let Alice down, she took the extra moment to tidy Alice s disheveled hair and adjust her tattered dress, striving to restore her to her former state.

Ling Pip was the first being Lulu encountered upon awakening her consciousness, her mentor, her dear friend, and the only other being of significance to her besides the divine lord.

Thus, Lulu was inclined to heed Pipes guidance.

Once Alice was set free and the combat mode was abandoned, Lulu felt an emptiness within her, a sensation of discomfort.

Was she thirsty? She took several steps forward and bent by the riverbank, sipping the water eagerly.

A Lee, trembling all over, released her hand from her mouth and hurried to Alice's side, supporting her unstable form.

She examined her sister's soul condition with concern.

The flame of her soul remained intact, and there were no signs of shattercore, although her soul body appeared hazy.

Perhaps it was merely an illusion, as it seemed to have solidified somewhat, diminishing the previously restless aura.

Alice felt as though stars were dancing before her eyes, disoriented and unable to distinguish her surroundings.

After a moment, she managed to discern the figures of Aloli and Ling Pippy beside her.

Ling Pippy gazed at Alice, who, though somewhat disheveled, bore the remnants of a fierce ordeal.

Her delicate features appeared slightly blurred, akin to a pixelated image.

She winced in pain, her countenance gradually regaining clarity, while Alice had escaped any grievous injuries.

Superficial wounds marred her skin.

"What transpired? How did you two encounter Lulu?" Ling Pippy inquired.

"That lady over there.

" Alaliy pointed discreetly towards a girl by the river, drinking deeply, her voice tinged with an almost imperceptible reverence.

In this world where power reigned supreme, the ability to subdue a half- divine spirit suggested the girl was indeed formidable.

Ling Pippy recognized her as one of the four principal spirits of the divine realm, a protector of the ghost doll clan during their service.

Could that individual also belong to the spirit race? Yet her appearance was unlike any spirit Lling Pippy had previously encountered, and her strength was extraordinary.

With such a powerful patron, why would the divine being still require the aid of the Ghost Doll clan? In that fleeting moment, Alali's mind wandered through a myriad of thoughts.

Ling Pippy, feeling a shiver run down her spine, struggled to articulate her thoughts, resorting instead to vague affirmations.

What did you do to provoke her Alice ally? She shifted the topic, seeking to understand.

Meanwhile, Lulu lay by the riverbank, having quenched her thirst to the point of discomfort.

Yet, an emptiness lingered, leaving her unsettled.

She turned over, gazing up at the sky.

It seemed that each time she transformed, this discomfort ensued.

Despite drinking water and absorbing the luminous particles in the air, it was of no avail.

Pippy had once remarked that this sensation indicated an energy deficit, akin to hunger.

in the language of spirits, signaling a need for sustenance.

The moon lit Alabove dimmed and distant chimes echoed in the air.

Not far off, Ling Pippy conversed with the two translucent beings, discussing matters of secrecy and restitution, topics Lulu struggled to comprehend.

Yet, she found little desire to engage.

Such concerns felt burdensome.

Upon awakening, Lulu discovered that Pippy had forcibly relocated her to a new dwelling.

Emerging into the open, she realized the comfort of her surroundings.

The soil here was far softer than the hard stone she had known.

The adage Pippy had shared that trees perish when moved seemed false.

Or perhaps, she pondered, her newfound humanity made the transition easier.

A twinge of guilt flickered within Lulu, reflecting on her previous stubbornness against relocating.

How delightful it was to discover the ease of moving.