The little dumpling rolled around on the table in pain. This cultivation technique was not something ordinary creatures could master, and Qin Luo was a little worried. "Senior, will it be alright?"

"This little guy shows signs of atavism; it's not as simple as you think."

"Atavism?"

"Could it really be an immortal bird?"

"Of course not, it is a descendant of the Vermilion Bird."

Upon hearing the purple-haired fairy's words, Qin Luo suddenly realized why the little dumpling had a wisp of red hair on its head.

The little dumpling fainted in front of Qin Luo. Half an hour later, it opened its eyes and saw the image of a ferocious bird in its mind, which blotted out the sky and made the golden eagle look like an ant in its face.

"ah!"

The little dumpling spread its wings.

Its body frantically devoured the energy between heaven and earth, and the Devouring Heaven Technique was imprinted on the little dumpling's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hahaha, you silly eagle, just you wait." The little dumpling puffed out its chest, feeling like it was back to its old self.

The little dumpling jumped onto Qin Luo's shoulder and rubbed its fluffy head against his neck. "Thank you, boss. I'm going to find the golden eagle to get revenge right now!"

I just finished speaking.

The little dumpling then flew out of the Taoist temple.

"This little guy is really courting death."

Even if the little dumpling mastered the Devouring Heaven Technique, it wouldn't be much of a boost to him now, and he would be no match for the golden eagle.

...

evening.

The Taoist temple had just closed.

A snow-white figure flew into the Taoist temple.

"Boss, I'm back."

The little dumpling clutched two bright red berries, its eyes filled with joy. "Big brother, these are for you."

Qin Luo reached out and caught the two spiritual fruits, then asked with a smile, "How did you get them?"

The little dumpling raised its head, looking smug. "I beat that stupid eagle and stole it from it."

"A gift from the golden eagle?"

"Boss, how did you know?"

The little dumpling knew she couldn't hide it from Qin Luo.

Qin Luo rubbed its head. "If you want to beat up the golden eagle, you'll need to train for a long time."

The little dumpling puffed out its chest confidently, "Hmph, he's smart enough, otherwise I would have definitely beaten him up."

"If you ever bully the weak again, see if I don't beat you up." Qin Luo's expression was serious, this was a warning. The little dumpling shrank his neck, "Boss, I know."

Qin Luo gave the two spirit fruits to Zi Yue and Jin Yan. After consuming the spirit fruits, they sat cross-legged on the Dao platform to cultivate.

Glug glug.

Qin Luo drank the morning dew.

...

The next day, early morning.

Jin Yan carried two buckets back to Longhu Temple. He moved swiftly and quickly.

"Senior brother, a new shop has appeared at the foot of the mountain, and it's even giving away free porridge to the people." Jin Yan found it very strange.

The area around Luoxia Peak used to be very deserted.

Zhao Qing'er had told Qin Luo about this, but she didn't expect her to act so quickly. "Miss Zhao is kind-hearted; you should learn from her."

"Uh-huh."

Jin Yan nodded heavily.

Qin Luo decided to go to the foot of the mountain to check the situation.