Chapter Two: Breakable Flower

A few months later, there was a small hut in the sealed spirit grove where the center tree used to be.

In this small hut lived there lived Yechun.

The outside of this hut may look small but underneath...

Several armament furnaces, rolls of bamboo paper, blank and filled, containers of ink, books, tables, and more rested on oak wood tables, all of these hidden underneath a few layers of soil and a modern-day trapdoor.

The contents of the bunker were also intermixed with modern things like pencils, paint, and gel pens.

There were also firearms, vials of elixirs, modern poison and medicine.

In Yechun's hand there was the last of the above, which she was tampering with.

"Dragon's Root... Snow lotus... I should be done now,"she muttered under her breath. "But where do I sell this stuff I keep making?" Our protagonist glanced toward the full shelves of high-tier products she kept ceaselessly producing.

It was a miscellaneous assortment, really. Filled with everything from a random copy of Harry Potter(dunno where that came from) to a jade flute to a freaking heaven-tier armament.

"I hear there's a market going on outside..." The Lolita seemed hesitant for a brief moment. "Outside?"

You, the reader, may be thinking that this is because Yechun is tentative.

But no.

Her reason for this behavior is because of two reasons:

One: she is socially awkward as heck except for around those she trusts and/or loves

Two: she is kinda edgy but also stingy and something else at the same time, therefore she is afraid to get mugged, which is hypocritical, considering most of the time she is the one doing the mugging, which is really counteractive to her appearance, which was one of a gentle Lolita.

The really fragile type.

No, really.

Fragile-looking to the point that she looks like a flower. But not just any kind of flower. The really really pretty kind with petals that fall of when you touch them. that kind of flower.

No one could ever suspect this fragile flower to ever do anything dangerous, right?

Take a look at the mounds of unfinished firearms and homemade explosives resting on her kitchen table. Your answer is that even the most breakable of flowers can shoot guns- actually, no.

That would't work.

Mph, your answer is that even the most breakable Yechun-style flowers can shoot guns.

Anyway, back on topic!

The delicate beauty gazed out the window.

She could technically just condense the spirit grove into an interspacial ring, but...

"I don't want to get muggedddddddd... Wait actually never mind that thought. I'll just jump whoever tries to rob me and mug them back. Kekekeke..." Yechun cackled in a manner that could put any villain's laugh to shame. "Out we go!"