"What is this? It's really a clump of bamboo shoots?"
As Zhenru looked at the overly lively bamboo shoots, their husks bristling as if they had exploded, and after being burned to ashes, a look of disgust appeared on her face.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Zhenru disliked it, the aura of that Golden Crow's essence blood could indeed be sensed on this bamboo shoot.
However, after she dug out the bamboo shoots, the aura of the Golden Crow's essence blood became extremely faint, almost undetectable from a distance.
What do you have on you?
The grandson, now without the bamboo shoot husks, kept wriggling, as if he couldn't understand human speech.
"I know you understand. If you don't want me to peel all the bamboo shoot husks off for you, then behave yourself."
Zhenru's voice was cold, and he was gathering strength in his hand, pretending to peel off the bamboo shoot's husk. The bamboo shoot, which had been wriggling and pretending to be stupid, froze completely and suddenly burst out with a high-frequency, sharp, crying-like wailing sound.
In an instant, Zhenru felt the ground beneath his feet surge, as if millions of round mud balls were rolling by.
"Puff puff puff—!!!"
Those mud balls rolling underground burst out of the ground one after another like cannonballs in the next instant.
The target of the attack was clearly Zhenru.
The attack method remains the same: blasting open the bamboo shoots.
If it were a cultivator with other spiritual roots, it might be more troublesome for a while, but for Zhenru, it doesn't matter how many bamboo shoots there are or how few; it's all just a matter of setting it on fire.
If there are too many, then use two fires.
In short, after easily burning away all the bamboo shoot hairs, those smooth bamboo shoot soldiers wilted.
"Want to come again?"
As Zhenru asked the question, his hand was already covered with a layer of flame, and he easily peeled off the husk of the bamboo shoot.
"Uri wa la ah ah ah—!!!"
A very expressive mute scream.
But it makes no sense.
Finally, just as Zhenru was about to peel off the second bamboo shoot husk, the bamboo shoot could not escape. Its tender voice, tinged with urgency, rang out in Zhenru's consciousness.
"Fairy, spare me! Fairy, spare me!"
"explain."
Zhenru remained unmoved, not even taking his hand off the bamboo shoot shell.
The clever bamboo shoot was even more anxious, its tender voice already tinged with a tearful urgency.
"What are you saying? How can you be so unreasonable? You just hit me without asking any questions. What am I supposed to say?!"
Sensing that the faint aura was growing thinner, Zhenru became anxious and quickly repeated herself.
"Where did the aura on your body, the aura that's dissipating, come from?"
The bamboo shoot was also anxious; it was terrified of dying, as if it had been peeled, but it truly didn't know it.
"What kind of aura is this? I really don't know! I live in this dark, murky mud every day, what kind of aura could I possibly have!"
"call--"
Zhenru didn't bother to say anything more; he extended a head, as thin as a hair, and a flame carrying the aura of blood, which then stuck to the outside of the bamboo shoot shell.
"Gah—"
The bamboo shoot, which was on the verge of tears, stopped making a sound the moment it came into contact with this breath, and the whole bamboo shoot became even stiffer than before.
Don't tell me you don't know.
As soon as Zhenru's cold voice rang out, the bamboo shoot, which had been stiff all over, began to tremble uncontrollably and said tremblingly:
"I really only took one breath, just one breath!"
"Fairy, spare me! I didn't know it was yours! I didn't touch any of its essence!"
"So you've seen it," Zhenru said, raising an eyebrow, then playfully fiddling with the bamboo shoot husk.
"If you had dared to take a breath of the source, you probably wouldn't even be able to find charcoal ash now. You're quite clever."
"Where is that thing? Take me there."
After saying this, seeing the bamboo shoots fidgeting, she added:
"You are allowed to take another breath."
For these low-ranking demonic beasts, the aura emanating from the Golden Crow's essence blood was enough to bring them good fortune; a single sip of the bamboo shoot immediately invigorated them.
“That thing can run away, let me help you look for it first.”
The bamboo shoots were full of energy; as soon as they finished speaking, they stood upright in Zhenru's palm, their tips swaying in all directions as if probing with tentacles.
Before long, Zhenru felt a cool breeze on her feet and heard something rustling on the ground.
Upon closer inspection with his divine sense, Zhenru saw that beneath the scorched mud, white roots were growing wildly, spreading rapidly in all directions.
Wherever those roots go, if they encounter other plants, they will wrap around their roots; where there is no cover, they will continue to spread out into the distance.
In this way, news from all directions is transmitted back to the bamboo shoots through those seemingly tender white but actually resilient roots, without missing a single detail.
"How about it?"
Sunzi was completely focused and did not immediately answer Zhenru's question.
After a long while, the bamboo shoots stopped swaying and transmitted their voices to Zhenru:
"It's gone, and it's no longer in the place I found before."
Could it run? A bad thought suddenly welled up in my mind.
"Take me to the place you first discovered."
I was at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board. Little Bamboo Shoot had no choice but to reluctantly comply.
"But I'm just a bamboo shoot. I can't walk if I don't grow in the soil. Why don't you let me go?"
The scheming was so meticulously planned that it was almost written right at the tip of the bamboo shoot. Zhenru chuckled lightly and naturally refused, flipping her wrist to put the bamboo shoot into the Golden Crow space.
"Alright, now you're safe and can lead the way. Besides, the living environment in my space is much better than the black mud of your dead land, right?"
Xiao Sun was dumbfounded when she entered the Golden Crow Space.
Is there really such a paradise among bamboo shoots in this world?
So, what level of hell did it fall into when it thought it was king and tyrant?
Xiao Sun was almost in tears. Upon hearing Zhenru's words, she immediately spoke loudly:
"I do!"
"Huh?" Zhenru asked, puzzled.
Xiao Sun loudly declared:
"I'm willing to live here forever, please take me away, I'll find you anything you're looking for."
He's definitely not stupid.
However, once it enters the True Reality Space, it would indeed be inappropriate to release it again. But this little bamboo shoot is clever and mischievous; if he agrees too readily, his mind will start to play tricks again.
Therefore, after a moment of hesitation, Zhenru said:
"Huh? This space of mine is an important secret. How can I let outsiders live here forever? It's not very convenient."
When the little bamboo shoot saw that Zhenru was unwilling to agree, it anxiously scratched its tip and peel, circling around in the space for a while before exclaiming with great joy:
"It's simple! If I acknowledge you as my master, then I'm no longer an outsider!"
Fearing that Zhenru might not agree, Xiaosun added confidently:
"I'm very useful! Not only can I help you find things, but I can also keep you safe in dangerous situations!"
"To ensure safety?"
Just as Zhenru was about to agree, she suddenly heard something unexpected and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
The little bamboo shoot became smug, looking like a mountain king, its tip standing tall and proud:
"Of course, otherwise why do you think you've been here for so long without encountering any monsters or spirits?"
Only then did Zhenru realize that her surroundings were strange. No wonder this place, known as a death zone, had been able to sit so calmly until now, without a single demonic beast in sight.
"You mean those dangerous monsters are afraid of you?"
"But you weren't that great either. It was just a matter of me setting it on fire."
The little bamboo shoot tip drooped, looking listless and puffed out:
"You're not afraid of my needles, but that doesn't mean you're not afraid of other people's attacks. But other monsters are afraid of me, so please accept me!"
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