Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

On the other side, the Qian Han family.

Xia Tong turned her attention back to the Ninth Prince after giving him instructions through the Guardian Contract.

But a sliver of doubt still surfaced in his mind.

Strange, why did Edwin suddenly show up at my house? I don't think there's anything in my house that would attract him to come there in person, right? He couldn't possibly be there to freeload a meal, could he?

Xia Tong recalled the situation before leaving the house, and it seemed that everything was normal.

Hmm... never mind, with Chun and Jiuqiansui at home, nothing bad will happen.

Thinking this, Xia Tong shook her head, temporarily suppressing her doubts, and turned her gaze back to Qian Han, who was sitting on the sofa and still practicing.

With her eyes closed and her hands gently resting on her knees, she was adjusting her breathing according to the method Xia Tong had just taught her, presenting a quiet and focused posture.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Xia Tong suddenly spoke:

"By the way, Qian Han, do you really not need my magic?"

Qian Han opened her eyes and met his gaze.

She suddenly remembered the warm, intoxicating feeling when she touched Xia Tong's palm earlier, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She then gently shook her head.

"No……"

"I see."

Xia Tong nodded, not pressing the issue further, but then changed the subject, "However, relying solely on your own slow cultivation will really take a very long time. If we take the fireball I just demonstrated for you as a reference, it would take at least half a year."

He paused, then added, "That's how I've always been."

"Six months?"

Qian Han repeated the number softly, her eyes showing no hesitation, only seriousness, "I understand."

Xia Tong looked at her expression and remained silent for a moment.

Half a year is neither a long nor a short time.

But for an ordinary person, it does take a lot of patience and perseverance to spend six months trying to perceive something that is invisible and intangible.

However, this time can be shortened with external assistance.

As Xia Tong thought this, her gaze began to sweep across the living room, from the walls to the floor, from the ceiling to the corners.

Hmm, setting up the formation here should be fine.

"Xiaotong?"

Seeing that he didn't speak but just looked around, Qian Han couldn't help but call out softly.

"Qian Han, can I borrow your living room for a moment?"

"Huh?"

Qian Han blinked. "What's it for?"

"Set up the formation."

Xia Tong withdrew her gaze and looked at Qian Han again, "If we set up a magic circle in your home that can gather magic power, your training efficiency here will increase significantly."

"Magic circle..."

Qian Han repeated the word softly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Like... those circles drawn on the ground in stories?"

"Similar, but a bit more complicated than that."

Xia Tong raised her hand and drew a circle in the air with her fingertips. "Setting up the formation is simple, but maintaining it is troublesome. However, if it only lasts for a month, it should be enough for Qian Han to use."

"One month..."

Qian Han repeated softly, her gaze fixed on the floor, imagining the magic circle unfolding in this familiar living room.

Xia Tong didn't disturb her thoughts. Instead, she took out her phone from her pocket, opened the notes app, and started making a list.

"Do you need anything?"

Qian Han snapped out of her daze and leaned over to take a look at the screen.

"Yes, some basic materials."

Xia Tong's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, listing the items she needed.

Magic Crystals – Used to anchor magic nodes.

Silver powder – used to draw array patterns.

and also……

Ugh, some things weren't uncommon in my past life, but in this world, their magic is so weak it's practically negligible... Finding a substitute is such a hassle, but...

Meanwhile, Qian Han, standing to the side, looked at the string of unfamiliar terms. Although she didn't quite understand what they meant, she nodded earnestly.

"Then I'll go check if we have it at home—"

"Need not."

Upon hearing this, Xia Tong shook her head, put away her phone, and said, "Qian Han, don't worry, my friend will definitely be able to get these."

Then, Xia Tong closed his eyes and used the magic that the Ninth Prince had recently taught him—the Spirit Summoning Magic.

His consciousness, following the connection of the guardian contract, reached out to a being who was currently at home.

Meanwhile, in Xia Tong's room.

An Ying Hong Yu was sitting on the bed, quietly watching An Ying Shan Meng teach Cheng Yi to recognize characters.

Her orange-red eyes were focused intently on the flashcards, and she would occasionally move her lips slightly in sync with the pronunciation of Shadow Mountain Dream.

The next second, her body trembled slightly.

"Red rain?"

It was Xia Tong's voice.

Dark Shadow Red Rain's eyes lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

"Xia Tong?"

"Um, would it be convenient for you to come over now? I'm at Qian Han's house, and I need your help."

"it is good."

Her response was crisp and efficient, without even asking "why me?"

Then, Shadow Red Rain stood up, flapped its wings gently, and floated off the bed.

"Red rain?"

Shadow Mountain Dream raised her head, her deep purple-red eyes filled with confusion. "Where are you going?"

"Xia Tong called me."

Shadow Red Rain's answer was brief, but the light in her eyes was much brighter than before.

The next second, under the watchful eyes of Dark Shadow Mountain Dream and Cheng Yi, her body turned into specks of deep purple light and dissipated.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream blinked and turned to look at Cheng Yi: "Xia Tong called Hong Yu away."

Chengyi tilted her head, her blue-purple eyes filled with confusion: "Tong... is called Hongyu? Why?"

"I don't know."

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream shook his head.

But her gaze was immediately drawn to the shadowy Tsubaki, shadowy Kyuusei, and Kyuusei who had suddenly gathered together on the other side of the room.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream, holding Cheng Yi's hand, flew lightly over.

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old floated in mid-air, his wine-red eyes sweeping across the room:

"Where's Hongyu? Where did she go?"

"Xia Tong called me away."

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream answered truthfully.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and turned to look at Dark Shadow Chun floating to the side.

"Oh dear, someone seems to care a lot~"

Shadow Camellia crossed her arms, her deep red eyes gazing out the window, as if she hadn't heard anything.

But the slight pursing of her lips and the gentle tapping of her fingertips on her arm still betrayed a subtle, almost imperceptible emotion.

"snort."

She finally let out a soft hum and looked away, "Anyway, it's not like they're calling me."

"The child probably needs help."

The Ninth Prince clapped his hands, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

An Yingchun glanced at her, but didn't reply, turning her gaze to the window.

However, the crossed arms seemed to be tightened even more than before.

The Ninth Prince gently shook his head, not exposing the hint of bitterness in his tone.

Her attention returned to Xia An'an, where there seemed to be new activity.

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"Great Popula Flower Goddess, I summon you in the name of Xia An'an, the Flower Fairy Magician—Come forth, Red Rain!"

Xia An'an gently tapped the red rain card that floated up from the magic circle with her magic wand. It then emitted a soft pink light, which gradually faded, and the figure of the red rain emerged from it.

She floated lightly in mid-air, tilting her head, her pink eyes filled with curiosity.

"An'an, you called me? What's wrong?"

Kukuru floated to the side, arms crossed, his gaze shifting back and forth between Xia An'an and Hong Yu, his face filled with a helpless expression that seemed to say, "What are you trying to do?"

"An'an, what are you planning to do?"

Xia An'an did not answer immediately, but looked down at the magic wand in her hand and then at Hong Yu in front of her.

She remembered that Xiaotong had said that he made a wish to Hongyu, and then Hongyu told him his name.

Since Xu Yuan could get Hong Yu to reveal his name, he should be able to learn other things from her, right?

"Red Rain,"

Xia An'an struck a wishing pose, looking earnestly at Hong Yu, "Please, grant my wish!"

"Huh?"

Hongyu blinked, a hint of surprise flashing in her pink eyes. "An'an, do you want to make a wish?"

"Um!"

Xia An'an nodded vigorously, then turned to Hong Yu and told her her wish, "I just met a flower fairy outside, but he ran away before I could get a good look at him. So I want to know what his name is."

"Is that so..."

Hongyu nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and adopted a "listening" posture.

"Alright, I've heard your wish."

She opened her eyes, and at that moment, her eyes were faintly glowing pink.

"That flower fairy is Hyacinthus, the Hyacinth Fairy King."

"Hyacinthus..."

Xia An'an softly repeated the name, memorizing it firmly in her heart.

Kukuru, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape, frozen in mid-air.

"Wow, you can actually ask that?"

His tone was full of disbelief, "That's just too unfair!"

"Mind your own business!"

Xia An'an glared at him, then grabbed Hongyu's hand, leaned forward, and asked with bright eyes, "Hongyu, where is he now?"

Hongyu tilted her head, raised her other hand, and her fingertips glowed pink.

Several tiny pink specks of light floated out from her palm, slowly swirling in the air before drifting towards the doorway.

"Follow them and you'll find it."

Xia An'an immediately replied with great enthusiasm, "Okay! Let's go!"

Meanwhile, at the Qian Han family's residence, An Ying Hong Yu was doing something similar.

At this moment, the Shadow Red Rain, summoned by Xia Tong, reformed itself in front of Xia Tong.

Shadow Red Rain gently flapped its wings, its orange-red eyes first scanning the living room before landing precisely on Xia Tong.

"Xia Tong".

She called his name softly, her tone carrying a hint of satisfaction at being called, "You looked for me."

"Um."

Xia Tong nodded. "I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"help?"

Shadow Red Rain tilted her head. "Okay."

Her answer was crisp and decisive, without any hesitation.

Looking at her "I'll agree to whatever you say" look, Xia Tong couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you going to ask what kind of help it is?"

"unnecessary."

Shadow Red Rain shook her head, her orange-red eyes looking at him earnestly. "If a friend needs help, I will."

Qian Han, who was standing to the side, watched Xia Tong talking to the air. Although she couldn't see the shadowy red rain, she could guess from the conversation that Xia Tong's "friend" had arrived.

She stood quietly in place, not making a sound to disturb them, but her gaze gently fell on Xia Tong.

Xia Tong took out her phone, opened the notes app, and turned the screen towards Dark Shadow Red Rain.

"This is... my wish list."

His fingertip slid across the screen. "Could you please conjure all of these up?"

Dark Shadow Red Rain lowered his head, staring intently at the text on the screen.

Yes, the wish is very clear.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gleaming with a purplish-black light.

Then, her gaze moved down line by line, and with each line she looked at, the corresponding items were on the coffee table in the living room.

As Qian Han watched those things appear out of thin air one by one, the curiosity in her eyes grew stronger.

Magic is truly amazing.

Meanwhile, Shadow Red Rain continued to "change" materials, her movements becoming increasingly skilled, the light flashing faster and faster at her fingertips, until—

"The horn of a dark dragon?"

Dark Shadow Red Rain blinked, looked up at Xia Tong, and asked in a tone of pure confusion.

"Um……"

Xia Tong explained, "This is just to test whether you can do it. If you can't, you don't have to force yourself."

Dark Shadow Red Rain lowered her head and looked at her palm.

The horn of the dark dragon...

While teaching Chengyi about the Shadow Mountain Dream Sect, she also learned a little about human culture—"Dragons" seem to be fantastical creatures, things that exist in human imagination.

Dark Shadow Red Rain lowered her head, her gaze falling on her right foot.

The pronunciations of "角" (jiao) and "脚" (jiao) seem similar?

She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the line of text on the list again.

She had never seen a dark dragon, nor did she know what its "horns" looked like.

But in the eyes of humans, she should also be considered a "fantasy creature," right?

Then, can her feet do it too?

Dark Shadow Red Rain wasn't quite sure, but she felt that the logic seemed to make sense.

So she raised her right foot and stretched it out in front of Xia Tong.

"Xia Tong".

"Um?"

Shadow Red Rain stretched her leg forward, her orange-red eyes holding a serious "I think this is acceptable" expression.

"Is my foot okay?"

"...?"

Xia Tong blinked, looked down at the foot that was stretched out in front of her, wearing black calf socks and delicate little shoes, and remained silent for a full two seconds.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Although Qian Han couldn't see An Ying Hong Yu, she could see that Xia Tong had suddenly fallen silent and could also sense the subtle atmosphere in the air.

"Xiaotong, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing..."

Xia Tong took a deep breath and gently pressed the foot that An Ying Hong Yu had stretched out back.