"Mmm," the orc handed the weasel in his hand towards Ji Fengming again.

"Heh, interesting." Ji Fengming smiled with interest, slowly approaching him while tentatively asking in a soft voice, "You're not going to use this to lure me and then attack me, are you?"

"Hmm...hmm..." The orc's eyes grew even more wary as Ji Fengming approached, and he even seemed to want to flee.

But he only took two small steps back before forcing himself to stop, rooted to the spot like a nail in a tight hole. It was as if he would immediately spring up and run away if Ji Fengming made even the slightest movement.

Ji Fengming also noticed the orcs' fear and vigilance, and he remained vigilant in his own heart, though he didn't show it.

When he was five steps away from the orc, Ji Fengming stopped and slowly squatted down.

He slowly extended his hand to the orc and said, "I'm here. You can give me the item now."

"Mmm," the orc handed the weasel to Ji Fengming again, but the distance between them was still too far for him to reach.

Ji Fengming stopped moving forward and said gently, "If you really want to give it to me, come closer. I've already come so far. You can take the last two steps yourself."

"Hmm..." The orc instantly withdrew his hand, his beast-like eyes lingering on Ji Fengming's face.

Familiarity, acquaintance, good—these simple thoughts lingered in the orcs' minds.

He tentatively moved one step, two steps, three steps closer to Ji Fengming.

He shoved the weasel in his hand into Ji Fengming's hand, then quickly jumped back to his original position.

Suddenly, Ji Fengming grabbed the weasel's severed wound and held a handful of warm blood.

he:"……"

Dude, you did this on purpose, didn't you?!

But seeing the orc's expectant look, as if he really wanted him to eat the weasel, Ji Fengming pursed his beautiful lips.

Forget it, why is he arguing with an orc? Besides, it's just a gesture of goodwill.

Ji Fengming raised his hand and cast a cleaning spell, cleaning the bloodstains off his hands and the weasel's body.

The orc stared wide-eyed, finding it fascinating.

"You have the cultivation of the Core Formation stage, surely you don't know the Cleansing Technique?" Ji Fengming asked him curiously.

"Huh?" The orc tilted his head, not quite understanding what Ji Fengming was saying.

"Spells are spells activated by spiritual power. Don't you know how to do that?" Ji Fengming said, then demonstrated the spirit ball attack spell he had invented.

The orc tilted his head even further, and the curiosity in his eyes intensified.

"Master, he really doesn't seem to understand," Qingluan said after blinking her tiny, bean-sized eyes for a long time.

"That's really strange. He doesn't know anything, so how did he reach the Core Formation stage? Can cultivators be born without knowing anything?" Ji Fengming wondered, then looked at the weasel in his hand, scratched his head, and didn't know what to do with the thing.

It's impossible for it to be lost.

To throw away someone's gift in front of them—how idiotic must one be to do something like that?

If you put this thing into your storage ring.

In this guy's eyes, it's probably no different from losing something.

But it's not a good idea for him to keep holding onto it like this.

"Here you are, Qingluan, your dinner is ready." Ji Fengming brought the weasel in his hand to Qingluan's mouth.

"Hey! That was a gift from someone!" Qingluan immediately shrank back into Ji Fengming's arms and reminded him with great disdain.

"Damn it, your temper is getting worse every day; someone gave me a gift, and I gave it to you out of kindness, how dare you not eat it?" Ji Fengming started to trick Qingluan again without any psychological barrier.