Chapter 24 The Legend of Qi Practitioners in Pre-Qin Dynasty
The edges of the leaves are as sharp as a knife and shimmer with cold light.
When the gentle mountain breeze blew through the small valley, the long and narrow bamboo leaves that looked like blood-colored metal actually collided with each other, making a metallic clanking sound.
Standing not far away, Si Yuan observed carefully.
It was discovered that there were many bones of animals in the hot springs near the weird blood-colored bamboo. It looked as if the flesh and blood had been sucked clean by the weird blood-colored bamboo.
"Isn't that the good thing you mentioned?" Si Yuan turned around and asked the little black bird, while pointing at the bloody bamboo rooted near the hot spring lake.
The little black bird noticed the direction of its master's finger.
Suddenly it jumped excitedly on Si Yuan's shoulders, opened its black beak, and chirped happily.
"It's true!" Si Yuan's eyes showed surprise, but after noticing the animal bones near the bloody bamboo, he became wary: "But this bamboo looks like a carnivore, it's a bit dangerous.
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"Could it be an unknown type of spiritual bamboo?"
There are spiritual beings in this world, and there are more than one.
Because there is a faint spiritual energy in the air.
The fire spirit thorn that Si Yuan once smelted was made from a spiritual plant, the fire spirit grass.
All kinds of voodoo, witchcraft, and even internal power, etc., are all more or less related to the thin and weak spiritual energy that is omnipresent in the air.
Either there is a direct impact or there is an indirect impact.
"Perhaps... the pre-Qin Qi practitioners or alchemists mentioned in various historical records may really exist in this world and are not fabricated."
"After all, even mysterious witchcraft similar to magical powers exists."
Even though the memories of past lives become blurred with the passage of time.
But there was one thing that Si Yuan still remembered very clearly. In his previous life, he had personally experienced more than one supernatural and strange event.
Therefore, he had doubts about ghosts and gods in his heart, rather than absolute denial.
A few feet away, Si Yuan stared at the bloody spiritual bamboo with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"If we can find a way to dig it out, we can use the furnace of life and death to smelt it into a good weapon."
He stood there and observed carefully for a while.
Si Yuan pulled out the small fine iron dagger pinned to the side of his thigh. The blade, which was about a foot long, glowed with a faint cold metallic luster. The blade was thin and had broken hair.
"All the animal bones are within a three-foot radius around the Bloody Spiritual Bamboo. They have never exceeded it."
"That shows that its hunting attack range is not huge."
"The surrounding soil on the surface is intact, and there are no obvious internal or external cracks, indicating that its attack method is on the bamboo body on the surface."
By observing the situation around the bloody spirit bamboo, Si Yuan quickly made a decision.
Holding a fine iron dagger in his hand, he turned around and walked to the side, cutting off a tree trunk that was more than three feet long. Then he held the trunk with both hands, stood in the distance, and stabbed at the bloody bamboo.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-dang...!"
The collision of blood-colored bamboo leaves produced a beautiful sound like a metal wind chime.
The sharp edges of the bamboo leaves cut and cracked the front end of the trunk, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.
"It's not attacking with bamboo leaves, so why should it hunt and devour those animals?"
Si Yuan frowned slightly and put down the tree trunk in his hand.
He began to carefully observe the surrounding environment, and suddenly noticed that from the moment he entered this small valley to now, he had always been standing upwind without realizing it.
"Is it some kind of smell?"
Si Yuan was thoughtful about this.
It is very common for plants to use smells as weapons or other tools. Some smells are extremely attractive to certain animals.
There are also smells that have strong narcotic and hallucinogenic abilities.
There are also odors that are so poisonous that anyone who smells them will die.
"Let's test it first."
In order to ensure the accuracy of the test results.
Si Yuan decisively used his dead sparrow body and actively controlled it to fly downwind. Then he took several violent breaths.
Then, a vague and strange fragrance lingered in the dead sparrow's sense of smell.
Si Yuan, who controlled the sparrow's body, had a slight illusion of reality in his mind. In the hallucination, the bloody bamboo not far away in front of him became the little sparrow's favorite food.
"But I...am not a real sparrow!"
Si Yuan whispered to himself.
It was precisely because of this difference that his ontological consciousness did not completely sink into hallucinations.
But he didn't struggle either.
Continue to remotely control the body of the dead sparrow and fly towards the bloody bamboo.
When he flew within three feet of the sparrow, he suddenly noticed that the blood in the sparrow's body had suddenly become boiling hot.
The omnipresent strong pain made Si Yuan almost lose the remote control of the sparrow's body.
"The blood all over the body... seems to be burning..."
Eventually, the sparrow lost control of its body and fell to the ground.
And this range happens to be three feet around the bloody spirit bamboo.
"Swiss, swiss, swish...!"
Ahead, there was an unusual sound.
Si Yuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his head gently, trying to suppress the abnormal feeling in his mind.
He opened his eyes wide and looked forward. He saw bamboo whip roots one after another as thin as hair, growing rapidly from the soil, and then accurately pierced into the sparrow's body.
Its flesh, bones, internal organs and skin began to dissolve.
Then it was treated as food by the bloody spirit bamboo and slowly devoured.
"In three days at most, the sparrow's body will be completely devoured." At this moment, Si Yuan relaxed and just wanted to figure out where the danger lay.
And how to trigger danger.
Then this mysterious and terrifying bloody spirit bamboo is not so dangerous.
He stood there and did not act rashly. Instead, he carefully recalled all the feelings he had just felt on the sparrow's body and compared them carefully.
Estimate the current effects of your own body.
"Long-term practice of the secret technique of dissolution has made my body extremely resistant to various abnormal disadvantages. Or it can resist the hallucinatory fragrance and blood-boiling effects of the bloody bamboo in a short period of time."
"Opportunities coexist with risks, and it's worth giving it a try."
Repeat the estimate multiple times.
After Si Yuan roughly confirmed that his current body's abnormal resistance was enough to withstand it for a short period of time, he no longer hesitated.
First take off the bamboo box from the back and put it aside.
Then hold your breath, shrink the pores on your body, and at the same time rush towards the bloody bamboo from the upwind. After approaching, hold the bamboo pole as thick as an adult's arm with both hands.
Put your feet on the ground and pull upward with force.
A terrifying brute force burst out from the muscles and bones of his body.
The blood-colored spiritual bamboo with its roots growing horizontally in the soil could not resist the pure brute force and was pulled out of the soil by Si Yuan.
"The furnace of life and death, refining!"
He quickly summoned the Life and Death Furnace and stuffed the entire bloody spirit bamboo into the Yang Furnace.
At the same time, he concentrated his thoughts and was about to start smelting, but suddenly found that the core energy was not enough and the Yang Furnace could not be started.