Chapter 4 Murphy's Law.
Chapter 4
The moment the intermediate full-body tempering took effect, Bu Xingjin seemed to be endowed with a mysterious golden aura, bathing him in a brilliant light from head to toe. In that instant, his broken branches and leaves instantly revived, returning to their former lush greenness.
He could sense that the toughness of his blades had increased by more than five times, no longer being easily broken by a flood. Even ordinary carnivores had to carefully consider whether their fangs could bite through him before attempting to eat him.
The survivability has been greatly enhanced. Not bad, not bad. Bu Xingjin is very satisfied with the effect of the intermediate full-body tempering.
After the rain, the long-absent sun returned to the sky, its rays piercing the clouds and radiating across the earth. In the distance, beyond Bu Xingjin's sight, a brilliant rainbow spanned the heavens, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth. This scene was not only a miraculous sight of nature but also a beautiful omen after the storm. The sun dispelled the haze, and life revived, thriving. At this moment, the world seemed to have been given a new lease of life, radiating with endless energy and hope.
Bu Xingjin stretched out its branches, swaying gently in the breeze. Anyone who saw this lush green grass would inevitably feel that it must be in a very happy mood at the moment.
Bu Xingjin gazed at the unknown, standing tree nearby. It stood tall and untouched amidst the raging floodwaters, seemingly fearless. Its thin, slender branches stood tall and strong, a stark contrast to the surrounding leaning trees, thick as waists, making it stand out.
Although Bu Xingjin was somewhat surprised, when he thought of the jade-green leaves on the small tree's branches, he couldn't help but think that this might be the tree's unique survival skill as a natural treasure. He didn't think too deeply about it.
Not to mention that the small tree also has intelligence, which makes it even more different from ordinary trees. A mere flood is nothing.
Thinking of his previous plan, Bu Xingjin sent a communication message to the small tree next to him, "Can you hear me?"
After thinking for a long time, Bu Xingjin chose to use "heard" to indicate that he did not know how the recipient specifically received the message he sent.
He was just a blade of grass, without a mouth and unable to make any sound, but he had an instinct, just like a baby's instinct to suck, he instinctively knew how to communicate with other creatures.
But did the other person hear it directly? Or did they immediately understand what he meant? Or was it possible that they saw a text message?
These questions can only be clarified after Xiaoshu answers Bu Xingjin.
Bu Xingjin waited patiently.
The message sent fell on deaf ears and there was no response for a long time.
What's going on?
Could it be that the fairy's perception was wrong? Was this little tree incapable of intelligence?
No, I could sense it myself. There shouldn't be any mistakes at such a close distance.
So, was it my communication method that was wrong? Did Xiaoshu not receive my message?
Bu Xingjin thought carefully and sent the message again.
Still no response.
Bu Xingjin was sure that there was nothing wrong with his communication method, so there was only one possibility: the other party received the message but did not want to reply.
"Big brother? Or big sister? You can hear me, right? We are so close to each other, yet we have both developed spiritual intelligence. What kind of fate is this? Can you communicate with me? Considering that we are both spirits of plants and trees."
Bu Xingjin sent another long message.
Um, after posting it, Bu Xingjin suddenly realized that he wasn't a normal grass that had developed intelligence. He was originally a human, and subconsciously treated the other party as someone he could communicate with, so...
Is it possible that he spent so much time talking to a "baby"?
Okay.
Thinking of this, Bu Xingjin forgave Xiaoshu for not replying to the message he had read.
Just as Bu Xingjin gave up the idea of communicating with Xiaoshu and started looking at the panel, Xiaoshu spoke and sent back a message.
To be precise, it replied with three words, "I can hear you."
The voice was low and vague, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It was like a cold wind blowing from the mountains, blowing in the face, bringing a biting chill.
Bu Xingjin didn't understand the principle either. The other party was a small tree and he was a small grass. Neither of them had organs that could make or hear sounds, but he did hear the sound.
Moreover, he couldn't hear his own voice, but could only hear the other person's.
I don’t know what my voice sounds like. Is it the same as before?
This question went through Bu Xingjin's mind for a moment before he put it behind him.
The other party responded, proving that the other party was not a newborn "baby" as he thought.
He continued, "Do you have a name? My name is Bu Xingjin."
There was no response from the other party.
Until the sun went down, no matter what Bu Xingjin said, there was no response.
Although there is no such thing as saliva, Bu Xingjin still felt that his saliva had dried up.
Come back tomorrow.
Feeling the moonlight shining on his body, Bu Xingjin decided to rest early today and fight again tomorrow.
…
Have a good night.
The clear and melodious bird calls woke Bu Xingjin up.
He shook off the dew on his body and first said "Good morning" to the small tree next to him, but as expected, there was no response.
Bu Xingjin didn't care and opened the system panel casually.
I just upgraded yesterday, and the cultivation progress bar, which was originally empty, rose to 169/3000 after half a day and a whole night yesterday.
Judging from this progress, it will take less than half a month to upgrade to the next level if there are no storms.
Half a month passed, and Bu Xingjin angrily closed the system panel. Couldn't this broken system allow him to reach the maximum level in one day?
When he was upgrading from level 2 to level 3, heavy rain caused a flood. Although the inexplicable flood was resolved in heaven and he met a kind-hearted person who gave him a drop of spiritual essence, he didn't want this to happen again.
Even if he makes good profits in the end, he doesn't want to.
Bu Xingjin sincerely prayed to God for blessings, hoping that the sun would shine brightly without wind or rain for the next half month.
Perhaps Bu Xingjin's prayers worked, and the weather was sunny for the next eight or nine days.
The accumulated water brought by the flood has all dried up, the grass buried in the soil is struggling to emerge from the ground, the leaning trees have tightened their roots and sprouted new branches. If you don't look closely, it is almost impossible to tell that the area around Bu Xingjin has been ravaged by the flood, which shows the nature's ability to repair itself.
During this period, the small tree grew its fifth leaf, and a small section of the thin branch at the top turned from gray to green.
Upon discovering this, Bu Xingjin was happier than the little tree. Even though the little tree hadn't responded to him since those three words, he still habitually excitedly shouted at the little tree, "You already have five green leaves, and a small part of your branch has also turned green. Now no matter who sees you, they won't think you're a dying little tree."
"Why are you so happy?"
It should have been a question, but Xiaoshu's voice was very flat and without any fluctuations.
Bu Xingjin had already gotten used to treating the small tree as an unresponsive tree hole. When he suddenly heard the small tree respond, he was unable to react for a long time.
He did not mind the cold reception he received during this period, and simply regarded it as the difference between "people" and "plants". He smiled and answered the little tree's questions.
"You looked like you were dying, and I was worried. We're the only two people here with intelligence. If you died, who would I talk to?"
Judging from the time it takes for the system to upgrade, it will take who knows how many years for him to succeed in his cultivation and transform into a human form. He might go crazy if he doesn't communicate with others for such a long time.
The little tree did not respond again, as if the question had been answered.
Bu Xingjin was inexplicably excited. After his unremitting efforts, he finally heard Xiaoshu's second sentence.
After waiting quietly for a while and making sure that Xiaoshu didn't respond again, Bu Xingjin opened the system panel and saw that the cultivation progress bar on it had reached 2697.4/3000. It would probably take another day or two to upgrade.
There shouldn't be any more trouble next time, right?
Bu Xingjin couldn't help but think so, and then realized that something was wrong.
He forgot about Murphy's Law.
"Bang!"
Something heavy fell from the sky with a loud noise.
Near the small tree, a young man in sky-blue brocade clothes lay on the ground in pain, his body soaked in blood.
The force of the fall created a large hole in that place.
“Hahahahahaha!”
With a chilling sneer, a middle-aged man in a green robe followed closely behind, stomping heavily on the young man's back. He gritted his teeth and said, "Keep running, run! It's unbelievable! After three days of running, you still can't escape my grasp."
The young man closed his eyes and remained silent, as if he was unconscious.
What is this doing?
Bu Xingjin carefully looked over there. Judging from their appearance, the handsome young man was probably an upright person. The middle-aged man in the green robe was probably a bad guy, as he gave off a ruthless and notorious vibe.
"Don't pretend to sleep in front of me!" The middle-aged man in the green robe stomped on the young man's back, and there was only a crisp sound of bones breaking. "Hand over your things immediately, and I will make your death a quick one."
The young man slowly opened his eyes. He did not let out a shrill scream, but the cold sweat dripping from his furrowed brow and forehead was enough to make people feel that he was suffering from unspeakable pain.
"You're dreaming! I've already destroyed the things. You'll never get them."
"Really?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man in green robes was not angry but laughed. "Then go to hell."
The green-robed middle-aged man struck the young man's head with his palm. A stream of emerald green smoke followed his palm and penetrated the young man's body. In an instant, the young man's skin was dyed with this green mist, appearing a glossy emerald green.
"If you are struck by this palm of mine, within three hours you will be reduced to a pool of blood from the inside out. Your soul will feel the pain of your body corroding bit by bit until the last moment of your death."
"That thing is indeed not on you. You must have hidden it on the way to escape. I can find it with a little time. But I'm very busy and don't want to waste time. If you tell me the location, I won't let you suffer this pain. What do you say?"
The young man remained silent, moans of indescribable pain emanating from his lips, his body shaking uncontrollably. Then, blood began to flow from all seven orifices, a sight that was horrible to witness.
"The one who endured the longest after being hit by my palm was a sword cultivator in the Golden Core Stage. After being stubborn for half an hour, he knelt down and begged for mercy, asking me to kill him quickly."
"You are also in the Golden Core Stage, right? How long can you hold out? Half an hour? Or even less than half an hour. It's a pity that I can't bear to see you begging for mercy. I have to go find that thing."
Before leaving, the middle-aged man in green robe glanced at the young man rolling on the ground. He clenched his teeth, obviously not intending to tell the position the middle-aged man in green robe wanted, and was ready to force his way through.
"Humph! You're so stubborn!"
The middle-aged man in green robe waved his sleeves and left.
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