Every one of her molted shells retained a portion of the cultivation she had shed with it. Back then, Zhu Erniang molted to lighten her own burden, yet if she occasionally put an old shell back on, her cultivation would rebound. While her cultivation would not return to the absolute peak of her previous era, she could at least recover fifty to sixty percent of that old might.1

But while putting a shell back on was easy, taking it off was hard. To make the shell truly useful, she had to fuse her original outer carapace with the molt itself. And once fused, the only way to remove it was to undergo a full molting process all over again, and this process was painful, perilous, and followed by that awkward “two cups of tea” period where she was incredibly weak.0

Zhu Erniang had already endured a chaotic melee with two monster kings, then fought the snake monster to the death. She was injured, exhausted, and wrung dry. Forcing herself to molt again on top of that meant squeezing herself until there was not a single drop of monster energy left to extract.0

Otherwise, how could He Lingchuan have gotten his hands on her so easily?0

However, Zhu Erniang did not know that this was not some spur-of-the-moment gamble. Back in the Panlong Dreamscape, the Red General had personally told He ...0