Upon reaching the pack of wolves, Zuo Qingya acted swiftly and eliminated them all.
The yaks below the mountain, which had been restless, immediately quieted down.
"Ashiyong, what's going on? Weren't these yaks restless just now? Why are they so quiet now?"
Ashion thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps the danger has been resolved."
"Danger? What danger?"
Ashyong shook his head. "It's nothing."
"oh."
Only a few minutes had passed when Zuo Qingya returned to the bathroom.
When Zuo Qingya came out, Ram Keyan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um, Ramkor, I want to go and rest."
"All right."
Seeing Zuo Qingya walk out, Ram Keyan asked in confusion, "Zuo Qingya, where are you going?"
"Of course we need to find a place to rest. Where else can we go?"
"Rest? Shouldn't you be resting inside? What are you doing out there?"
"Of course, we should go outside and rest."
"Outside? It's dangerous outside."
"It's okay, I can handle it."
"Okay then, are you sure you want to stay outside?"
Zuo Qingya nodded, "Yes."
"Then can you tell me about it..." At this point, Ram Keyan thought of Zuo Qingya's strength and stopped talking.
"Alright then, be careful."
"good."
Lam Keyan was worried that Zuo Qingya might leave and never come back, so she asked somewhat nervously, "Um, Zuo Qingya, will you come back?"
Zuo Qingya glanced at Lam Keyan, knowing what Lam Keyan was worried about, and took out a small round ball for testing spiritual roots from her consciousness space, saying, "Press your hand on it."
Lam Keyan looked at the pretty little sphere, puzzled, but still pressed her hand on it.
Suddenly, a soft, green light emanated from the sphere, even brighter than that of summer flowers.
"It's a wood-attribute spiritual root, and a single one at that. It's better than my best friend's spiritual root. But you have to know that your strength is your own, and you're cultivating for yourself. Keep working hard, roll it up." With that, Zuo Qingya handed a wood-attribute cultivation manual to Ram Keyan.
"Since we are destined to meet, I will give you this cultivation manual as a token of my gratitude."
Just as Lam Keyan was about to say thank you, Zuo Qingya disappeared.
Lam Keyan could only shout to the air, "Thank you, Zuo Qingya."
This shout startled Zuo Qingya, who shook her head and continued flying.
"Sigh... what's down there?" Zuo Qingya flew over in confusion because she saw a lake. The lake was pink, but what Zuo Qingya didn't know was that the place smelled terrible. If Zuo Qingya hadn't blocked her sense of smell in advance, she would have vomited and fainted long ago. People who are not prepared really can't stand it.
As they flew closer, Zuo Qingya finally saw what was in front of her: a giant durian tree. If it weren't for the fruit's signature punk studs, Zuo Qingya wouldn't have believed it was a durian, because it not only looked metallic but was also pink.
Zuo Qingya got closer and got sprayed in the face with powder from the durian. Zuo Qingya could imagine what she looked like now. She was probably covered in pink all over. She wondered if the little grass on her head was also pink.
Zuo Qingya looked at her hands. "Hmm... they're quite pretty."
Zuo Qingya put the pink powder on the product shelf, and upon seeing the description, she couldn't help but complain.
This durian tree is indeed a positively mutated plant, but it can only be used, not eaten. The pink powder is natural blush, and the durian flesh is actually foundation.
Zuo Qingya picked a durian, squeezed it hard, and the foundation was squeezed out.
Although she couldn't use it herself, she wondered if anyone would trade it for junk in the store. What time is it now? No one should be trading these things, right? But Zuo Qingya was wrong. She didn't expect that as soon as this item was put on the shelves, quite a few people would trade it for junk.
Okay, everyone loves beauty, except her, alright?
Zuo Qingya, with her ruthless nature, wouldn't let go of such an item that could earn points, so she plucked the entire tree bare.
After Zuo Qingya left, a vain fox hopped over, saw the scene before her, and ran back crying.
Zuo Qingya didn't expect that there were quite a few plants undergoing positive mutations on the grassland, more than outside.
For example, there's a plant she's seeing now. What's it called again? She'd seen it on her phone before. I think it's called something like Welwitschia mirabilis, or maybe it's two thousand years old. She's seen this plant now, and they're even talking about it. It's not Zuo Qingya talking about it, but the little plant on her head.
They chattered away until Zuo Qingya fell asleep, without her understanding what the two of them had to talk about.
Zuo Qingya didn't wake up until morning, looking at the sun high in the sky.
Zuo Qingya opened her eyes and found herself buried in the soil, and quite deep at that.
"Luckily, I am a cultivator, otherwise I would have been buried alive."
Zuo Qingya pulled herself out, and in a daze, she felt that the action was familiar, as if she had done it somewhere before.
"Oh, right, that eagle."
After pulling herself out, Zuo Qingya began to recall what had happened the night before. She had no recollection of when she fell asleep.
Zuo Qingya looked around and said, "Oh, where's Qian Sui? I haven't seen him." As she spoke, Zuo Qingya touched the grass on her head and found that she had touched a clump of something. Zuo Qingya tried to remove the clump, but found that she couldn't remove it and it hurt a little when she pulled on it.
Left with no other option, Zuo Qingya entered her consciousness space, found a mirror, looked at herself, and exclaimed "Wow!"
"What?! When did it get on my head? One wasn't enough, another one! How am I supposed to face anyone now?" She continued to pluck, but her scalp was getting more and more painful.
Zuo Qingya truly regretted not staying in the yurt. Now look what happened, she has an extra clump of grass on her head, and it's even divided into two factions.
"It's really ugly, it's all red and green now."
However, I feel like I've gotten a tiny bit paler.
"Is this... a Welwitschia mirabilis?"
"You know him?"
The little ginseng nodded. "Hmm... I've heard of it."
"All right."
"But why is this Welwitschia mirabilis growing on your head?"
Zuo Qingya shook her head, but then, as if remembering something, said, "It might have been caused by it."
"Huh? It? You mean the grass?"
Seeing Zuo Qingya nod, the little ginseng couldn't help but laugh, "You wouldn't happen to have taken a liking to someone, would you? Is that why you let it live on your head?"
"??? That's possible."
"Then you're pretty unlucky too."
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