Chapter 695 – Dreamweaver World 33

Many plant transformation masters didn’t rest at night, and Mo Lan’s first destination today was the treehouse on the east side of the village.

The elderly transformation master Frost was always up in his attic at this hour, keeping company with his mosses.

When Mo Lan carried a bottle of Moonlight Condensation and pecked at the small window of Instructor Frost’s attic with her beak, a complaint echoed from inside: “Which clueless little runt is bothering me in the middle of the night— oh, it’s you.”

At the opened door, the old man with a face full of vine-like whiskers spotted the bottle of Moonlight Condensation, and his tone immediately softened. “Come in, I was just observing a pot of magical moss from the Exploration Zone.”

Two hours later, Mo Lan flew away from Frost’s treehouse, having not only refined her moss transformation techniques but also clutching a packet of Green Mist Moss spores in her talons.

The Book of Cards had gained yet another card-crafting material.

Without pause, she hurried to her next destination — Liss, the vine transformation master who lived at the top of a giant tree.

This eccentric dream citizen only accepted visitors during the hour of moonset, and the secret to getting her to open the door was a wood-element gemstone.

“You’re two minutes late.” The vine that Liss had transformed into opened the door and snatched the wood-element gemstone she offered. “But considering the quality of this gemstone isn’t bad…”

In the time that followed, Mo Lan learned how to rapidly form natural growth patterns on vines during transformation — a technique that was only taught at the very end of the vine transformation course.

The last visit before dawn was to Bobo, the algae transformation master by the pond.

Instructor Bobo was dozing in the pool water. Mo Lan transformed into a strand of green algae and drifted to his side. The moment the water stirred, he woke up.

“Oh, you’re here!” Bobo demonstrated with sleepy eyes how to simulate the division and proliferation of algae.

By the time the first rays of morning light pierced through the tree canopy, Mo Lan had already mastered the more difficult techniques in algae transformation.

“Instructor Bobo, I’ve left your breakfast on the shore. I’m heading out now!”

Instructor Bobo didn’t like moving around, but he loved good food. Bringing him breakfast was enough to get him to tutor her for hours.

This kind of “extracurricular tutoring” played out nearly every night.

By the time she returned to the Heartwood Inn, the birdsong outside the window had grown dense, and pink-purple morning mist was beginning to spread across the horizon.

Mo Lan had just sat down at her desk when the familiar pulling sensation suddenly struck. The dream realm was about to close, and the next second she opened her eyes back on her bed in the real world.

She had assumed the Dreamweaver Federation would need at least three to five days to prepare those supplies, given that the items on the list came from different floating islands and the transfer process alone required quite a few steps.

Yet that very evening, the moment she entered the dream realm and flew out from the Windowsill as a tit, a brightly colored red squirrel suddenly poked its head out from between the branches.

“Senior Moira!” The squirrel waved its paws at her, a Federation badge pinned to its chest. “The goods have been delivered to your warehouse. Captain Downs asked me to notify you. When would be convenient for you to come inspect the shipment? And proceed with the next step of the transaction?”

The Federation’s efficiency was a bit higher than expected.

Mo Lan steadied herself mid-flight with a flap of her wings, quickly thinking over the day’s schedule. “Let’s make it midnight.”

Her daytime course schedule was packed to the brim — she simply couldn’t carve out time to push forward with their transaction. It would have to be at night.

“Understood! I’ll relay the message to the captain!” The red squirrel nodded respectfully.

When midnight arrived, Mo Lan took on her Shadow Night Cat form and walked from the transformation classroom toward the warehouse. Passing through the last stretch of shrubbery, the cluster of warehouse treehouses in Greenwood Village came into view.

The door to Warehouse No. 38, which she had rented, was slightly ajar. Two Federation adventurers in standard-issue leather armor stood guard at the entrance.

Downs was pacing on the circular platform outside the warehouse. Under the moonlight, fine beads of sweat were clearly visible on his forehead — it seemed this supply requisition had kept him thoroughly busy.

Mo Lan deliberately stepped on a twig. The crisp snap was especially clear in the quiet of the night.

The two guards immediately went on alert, gripping their weapons tightly.

Downs whipped his head toward the source of the sound, only relaxing when he saw the familiar Shadow Night Cat.

“There you are, finally.” He strode over to meet her. “To get everything you wanted, every Federation contact point in the entire Beginner Zone has been working nonstop.”

Mo Lan gracefully leaped onto the platform railing, her tail swaying gently. “Is everything accounted for?”

Downs nodded and made an inviting gesture. “It’s all inside, organized by category according to your list.”

He hesitated for a moment. “However… before the handover, I have to warn you — if your information isn’t as universally applicable as you claimed, even though this warehouse belongs to you, our guards won’t let you take anything out of it.”

Mo Lan’s whiskers twitched slightly. “Of course!”

She lightly hopped down from the railing and padded toward the half-open warehouse door with graceful cat steps.

The two guards exchanged a glance and silently cleared the way. As the heavy wooden door was pushed fully open, the interior of the warehouse came into view.

Fully stocked display shelves were arranged in neat rows. Residency guarantees, tribe transfer ceremony materials, profession invitation letters, and skill books were all organized by floating island and township.

Mo Lan took a lap around the warehouse. Only after confirming that everything she needed was here did she give a satisfied nod and beckon Downs over.

“The way I earn skill points is by digesting and learning the knowledge within skill books. As long as you can move beyond the skill book itself and completely master the knowledge and skills contained within, you’ll receive a skill point reward.”

As she spoke, she opened her adventurer panel and pulled out the notification screenshots she had saved from when she previously earned skill point rewards, showing them to him.

【Fully mastered “General Skill — Dream Language.” Reward: Skill Point ×1, Experience ×500, Dream Silver Coin ×1】

【Fully mastered “Profession Skill — Trailing Orchid Transformation.” Reward: Skill Point ×1, Experience ×500, Dream Silver Coin ×1】

【Fully mastered “Profession Skill — Shadow Cat Transformation.” Reward: Skill Point ×1, Experience ×500, Dream Silver Coin ×1】

Mo Lan only showed three screenshots, but they were already enough to corroborate her claim.

Downs’ eyes grew wider and wider. “So that’s how it works! But the Federation has had people study the knowledge in skill books before — how come they never received skill point rewards?”

“Just studying isn’t enough. You have to learn it thoroughly and reach a level comparable to the skill book’s ability before it counts as ‘fully mastered.'”

Mo Lan said, “So? Isn’t this a method anyone can use, as long as they’re willing to put in the time and effort to truly learn?”

Downs had to admit that this method did indeed have very high universal applicability, but he wasn’t entirely satisfied.

“Everyone’s so used to just using skill books — how many people would actually be willing to spend the time to learn the knowledge within them? In reality, even those who completely master a single craft are rare enough, let alone ‘fully mastering’ a skill in the dream realm. Even if this method applies to everyone, the number of people who can actually benefit from it would be vanishingly small.”