A few more days passed peacefully. During these days, the journey consisted mainly of encountering small animals, and gathering a few herbs and treasures—but all were just trinkets. Feng Qinghuang was starting to doubt her own existence; did this secret realm truly hold any treasures, or was it really just a training ground?
Feng Qinghuang walked along the road listlessly, muttering to herself, "I don't even know how many days have passed outside. I said I came here to train, but now I've gained several pounds and haven't even touched the Crimson Flame Whip. Heavens, can't you give me a big one so I can practice my skills!"
Seeing her master's bored expression, Little Flower sighed. How much did her master want to take action? Wouldn't it be better to just eat, drink, and dig for treasure? Oh well, she'd grant her master's wish. If her master encountered danger, she could just devour the other party. Little Flower concealed her aura, quietly becoming a decorative flower.
After Xiaohua concealed her aura, there seemed to be some restlessness around the secret realm.
Not far from Feng Qinghuang, a demonic bull was huddled in a stream. Suddenly, it couldn't sense the presence of the man-eating flower anymore. The bull wondered if its previous feeling was wrong, or if the man-eating flower had simply gone far away.
It only came this way because it smelled human scent, but when it got close, it also sensed the scent of the man-eating flower, which scared it so much that it quickly burrowed into the river.
The demon bull thought for a moment, then leaped out of the river. It was starving, and the sudden aroma of humans made it even hungrier. Could it be that it was really that unlucky to encounter a man-eating plant?
The demon bull felt it had to hurry and prevent other magical beasts from smelling the human's scent, otherwise it would miss out on a delicious meal.
Feng Qinghuang felt as if she had just finished complaining when she heard a loud tremor nearby, like an earthquake. At the same time, she thought to herself, "Heavens, I only wanted to lend a hand, I didn't say I was going to fight a natural disaster!"
Just as Feng Qinghuang finished complaining, she found an enormous yellow ox standing in front of her—or rather, a demon ox.
The demonic bull was enormous, its massive nose flaring as it panted, and its egg-sized eyes gleaming brightly. Its two ears twitched constantly. The two horns on its head looked incredibly hard. Its four legs, roughly the same size as Feng Qinghuang's, and its enormous hooves seemed capable of crushing a person with a single step. It also had an incredibly hard tail, which swished leisurely from side to side.
"Human, who are you? Why do you smell so good?" The demon bull stared at her menacingly.
Why does this human's scent attract it so much, making it irresistibly want to get closer to her?
Upon hearing the demonic bull's words, Feng Qinghuang's first reaction was that the bull had become a spirit and could actually speak. But then she thought again, if a flower can speak, what's so strange about a demonic bull? Besides, this demonic bull was quite powerful, its cultivation having already reached the ninth rank of spirit beasts, soon to be a sacred beast.
Feng Qinghuang raised her sleeve and smelled it; it only smelled of earth, not any fragrance.
"Hey, little calf, let's have a fight."
The demon bull saw that the small human in front of it did not answer its question and even said it wanted to fight. It was panting heavily through its nose and stamping its front hooves on the ground.
"You little human being, you are far too presumptuous."
Feng Qinghuang untied the Crimson Flame Whip from her waist and held it in her hand, watching the Demon Bull's every move.
"Whether you're overestimating your abilities or not, you'll only know after you've fought."
Hearing her provocative words, the demon bull became even angrier, gathering all its spiritual power at its horns and coating them with a halo of light.
Xiao Hua kept reminding Feng Qinghuang: "Master, the Demon Bull's power is all in its horns, and its hide is very thick. You must be careful."
Feng Qinghuang nodded: "Don't worry, Xiao Hua, we're just practicing. If it doesn't intend to eat me, I won't take its life."
Little Flower looked up at the sky speechlessly. "Master, is that what I meant? I meant to warn you to be careful of danger. The Demon Bull is not easy to deal with. Your attacks are probably just a tickle to it."
"Master, be careful, it's coming. Its eyes and abdomen are its most vulnerable spots."
Don't worry.
As soon as Feng Qinghuang finished speaking, the demonic bull charged forward, accompanied by an earthquake that sent dust billowing into the air. When the bull reached her, Feng Qinghuang lightly leaped onto its back. Before it could turn around, she lashed her whip mercilessly across its back, the impact causing a sharp pain in her wrist.
Before she could think, the demonic bull had already turned around, and Feng Qinghuang used her agility to leap back and forth. The demonic bull had already been whipped several times by Feng Qinghuang, but its back was unharmed; however, Feng Qinghuang's wrists were now throbbing with pain.
Feng Qinghuang tossed the whip into her spatial storage, grabbed a sword at random, and, just like before, jumped behind the demonic bull, intending to strike it a few times when it wasn't paying attention. Suddenly, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, passing under the bull, the sword tip pointing upwards, and slashed at the bull's belly—but it was merely a scratch.
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