"Little bastard, if you keep plucking my feathers, I'll kill you …"
"F * ck, don't make me angry. I'm scared of myself when I'm angry …"
"Stop plucking. That's my blood essence. It'll take me a few days to replenish it …"
"F * ck, didn't you hear me? Can't we sit down and have a good talk?"
The Golden Crow was in so much pain that its feathers exploded. It first threatened, then begged for mercy, then cursed angrily, and finally begged for mercy again. Fang Xing didn't care about it. Since the Golden Crow dared to curse him, he would curse it back. He plucked its feathers as he cursed. Anyway, he wouldn't suffer any losses. After a while, the golden feathers were all over the ground. They were very beautiful.
Finally, the Golden Crow gave in completely. "Stop plucking … I'll really go bald …"
Fang Xing also stopped angrily and shouted, "Do you give in?"
The Golden Crow cried, "Yes, I give in. All the Dreamy Soul Grass in this valley is yours. I won't fight with you …"
"Chi …"
Fang Xing plucked another handful of feathers. The Golden Crow howled in pain, "Why are you plucking my feathers again?"
Fang Xing stepped on its neck and said with a smile, "From now on, only I can call you master in front of me. Got it?"
"Okay, I'll remember it!"
"You still want to take advantage of me? I'll pluck, I'll pluck, I'll pluck again …"
"I know I'm wrong. From now on, you're the master, and I'm the uncle … I know I'm wrong …"
"Well, now you can tell me honestly. Where are you from and what's your name? How can you speak like a human when your cultivation is so low?"
Fang Xing stopped. He tied the Golden Crow up with the Immortal-Binding Rope and began to interrogate it with his hands behind his back.
After a period of wailing and howling interrogation, a large patch of hair on the Golden Crow's neck was gone. As long as Fang Xing heard something that he felt was wrong, regardless of whether he was sure that the Golden Crow was lying or not, he would go up and pluck a bunch of hair off the Golden Crow's neck. From afar, the Golden Crow's neck looked like a scarf, and he had almost figured out the Golden Crow's background.
"You're actually a descendant of the Three-legged Golden Crow from the Western Heniu Province?"
Fang Xing curiously turned the Golden Crow over and observed it carefully.
The Golden Crow yelled, "He's the Heavenly Son of the Three-legged Golden Crows, the most adventurous genius in the Demon Realm …"
Fang Xing said, "Do you think I'm blind? Isn't it just two legs? "
The Golden Crow cried, "There's another thick and long one in the middle. Can't you see it?"
Fang Xing was shocked and exclaimed, "Birds can grow such things?"
The Golden Crow said proudly, "This is the symbol of our ancient Golden Crow bloodline, half human, half crow … Awoo …"
Before he could finish, he suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream, and tears began to flow. Fang Xing had suddenly kicked him.
Fang Xing said, "It's not strong at all. It doesn't look like a leg …"
The Golden Crow gritted his teeth and scolded, "Are you trying to make me a eunuch?"
Fang Xing went up and kicked him again, and the Golden Crow let out another blood-curdling scream and was immediately frightened. "What are you doing?"
Fang Xing said, "I realized that kicking you here makes you more obedient than plucking your feathers!"
"Little brat, you're dead. Do you believe that I can summon 100,000 demon soldiers with one Cloud-Piercing Arrow … Awoo …"
"What are you doing here?"
"… I'm really convinced. As long as you don't kick me with a third leg, we can discuss everything …"
Fang Xing looked around and said, "You still haven't told me why you're here."
The Golden Crow rolled his eyes and said, "I happened to pass by and suddenly saw a spiritual light soaring into the sky. There must be … Awoo …"
Fang Xing said, "What are you here for?"
The Golden Crow cried, "If you keep kicking me, I'll really be crippled … Alright, I'm here for the Dream Soul Grass … Awoo …"
Before he could finish, he was kicked again.
Fang Xing did not believe his nonsense. Demons did not have the habit of using Level-Breaking Pills, and they rarely encountered bottlenecks. Even if they did, they would usually choose a more traditional method, which was to pass the Lightning Tribulation. Once they passed the Lightning Tribulation, their cultivation would improve greatly. If they failed, they would be turned into ashes. This was also the reason why demons were often struck to death by lightning in the mortal world.
The Dream Soul Grass might be extremely valuable to human cultivators, but it was probably not that attractive to demons.
"Alright, it's fine if you don't say it. I have many tricks up my sleeves. I'll let you taste them one by one sooner or later!"
Fang Xing decided not to waste any more time with it. The most important thing now was to collect all the Dream Soul Grass in the valley.
Now that he was the only one in the valley, collecting the Dreamsoul Grass was much easier. He unleashed his spiritual energy and used the Gravitational Attraction Art to sweep up a large patch of it, which he then placed into his bag of holding. Thankfully, he had obtained four or five bags of holding through various means, which he stuffed into his robe. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to store over a thousand stalks of Dreamsoul Grass.
In the process of collecting the Dream Soul Grass, he tied up the Golden Crow and threw it to the side like a dumpling. The Golden Crow's eyes rolled around, clearly thinking of a way to escape, but it did not know if it had thought of anything.
After working for more than four hours, the large area of Dream Soul Grass was finally collected by Fang Xing. There was not a single drop of Spiritual Qi left. He had already drunk Spiritual Wine to replenish his Spiritual Qi several times. He sat down next to the Golden Crow and let out a satisfied sigh. As he drank Spiritual Wine, he casually plucked the Golden Crow's feathers. He looked at the sky, pondering something.
The Golden Crow cried out, "Don't pluck my feathers … I didn't say anything … Don't pluck my feathers …"
Fang Xing observed the surrounding terrain, looking from left to right, from south to north. Suddenly, an idea came to him as he thought of something. He jumped up and said with a smile, "Come, come, come. Take me flying for a while …"
The Golden Crow was startled, but it had been tortured badly enough by Fang Xing. It was afraid that he would kick its "third leg" again, so it reluctantly agreed. It cursed Fang Xing bitterly in its heart, but it could only carry Fang Xing and fly into the sky. Even when it flew with Fang Xing, Fang Xing did not let go of the Immortal-Binding Rope. It was still firmly tied around the Golden Crow's neck.
It went straight into the clouds. Fang Xing looked down from above. The changes in the mountains, the demonic clouds, and the evil winds all entered his eyes.
He frowned and looked down from the sky. He suddenly realized that the bastard Golden Crow had not told the truth, but it clearly had other intentions. Since it was guarding the valley and wanted to scare everyone away, it meant that the thing it was guarding was nearby. Although he did not know what it was, he would be able to find some clues from his vantage point.
After circling a few times in the sky, Fang Xing did not find anything suspicious. The Golden Crow also calmed down and shouted, "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? I told you that I came for the Dream Soul Grass. How could an honest person like me lie? You should let me go. Anyway, the Dream Soul Grass is in our hands. If it doesn't work, we can burn yellow paper and become sworn brothers. I'll protect you in the future … "
Fang Xing tightened his grip on the Golden Crow's neck. The Golden Crow went silent!
After circling a few times, Fang Xing had seen almost everything, but he did not find anything strange. He had no choice but to let the Golden Crow fly down. As he was descending, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of a faint purple gas in the corner of a rock. He was startled. When he looked up again, the purple gas had disappeared.
He reached out to pull the Immortal Binding Rope and forced the Golden Crow to fly a little higher. He looked at the angle and saw the purple gas again.
Fang Xing's intuition told him that this purple gas was not ordinary. He focused and looked at it. At the same time, he activated the Yin Yang Fiendgod Mirror. He was shocked. That purple gas was the spiritual energy emitted by the peerless spirit medicine. Since there was purple gas nearby, there must be spirit medicine growing nearby. He became excited and pulled the Immortal Binding Rope, shouting, "What's there? Quickly take me there … "
"Cough, cough, that is where I usually take a dump and pee. What's there to see?"
The Golden Crow seemed to be shocked. Its voice was a little unnatural. It flapped its wings and wanted to fly away.
Fang Xing laughed. He grabbed the hair on its neck and pulled it up. As he pulled, he shouted, "Bastard, you still dare to lie to me? I'll pull a few of your feathers to celebrate. Who asked you to lie to me … "
He scattered the feathers that he pulled off. For a moment, it was as if there was a golden rain in the sky. Under the sunlight, it was very beautiful.
"Ah … Save me … I was wrong …"
The Golden Crow's miserable cry came from afar. It scared the demonic beasts in the forest and they all retreated three hundred miles.
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