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232. Black-feathered sparrow?
Han Feng's thoughts raced as he dispatched the little sparrow puppet to patrol the surroundings.
It also ordered the little black bird to thoroughly investigate the surrounding forest environment.
After Xiaoyunji had eaten and drunk her fill, and after her physiological needs were met,
Han Feng put her back in the large bamboo box to prevent the little girl from crying and feeling uneasy alone in the box.
He had no choice but to seal her sleeping acupoints again, causing her to fall into a deep sleep once more.
Han Feng then embarked on a new journey, striding briskly through the forest.
With his superhuman physique, endurance, and astonishing recovery ability, coupled with the internal energy he possessed, he trekked over three hundred miles in just one day.
Even after winding through the forest, we were already quite far from the troubled place.
at dusk,
As Han Feng hurried along, directing the little sparrows to find a suitable roosting place for the night,
He suddenly realized that the little black bird he had sent out to scout had returned. It perched on his shoulder and gently tucked a strand of his hair into its dark beak.
And it flapped its powerful little wings, tugging at his hair to indicate direction.
"You mean you've found something good and want me to come with you?"
The little black bird saw that its owner understood its intention.
It then released its grip and flapped its wings to lead the way. Han Feng followed without hesitation.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn,
Han Feng followed the little black bird to a secluded valley.
A light mist swirled in the valley, making it even more magnificent under the slanting rays of the setting sun. As Han Feng stepped into the valley, he immediately felt a surge of warmth.
"Could there be a hot spring here?"
The little black bird's growth never stopped; it continued to fly deeper into the valley.
A moment later, a hot spring lake with a diameter of about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) suddenly appeared before our eyes, with wisps of steam rising and then quietly dissipating into the air.
Beside the lake, a strange bamboo, over ten feet tall and entirely blood red, stood tall.
The bamboo stalk is as beautiful and pure as blood jade and glass, giving people the illusion that it is not a plant, but some kind of exquisitely carved jade work of art.
The long, thin, blood-red bamboo leaves shimmered with a faint metallic sheen.
As the biting mountain wind gently swept through that secluded valley, the slender bamboo leaves, as red as cast iron, actually collided with each other, producing a clanging sound like steel striking steel.
Standing not far away, Han Feng's eyes were sharp as he examined this strange scene.
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He noticed that the hot spring water next to the strange red bamboo was littered with the remains of many beasts, as if these creatures had all died because the strange red bamboo had drained their blood and marrow.
"The treasure you're talking about, could it be that thing?" Han Feng turned to look at the black-feathered spirit bird on his shoulder, while pointing his finger at the crimson bamboo rooted by the hot spring lake.
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Sensing the direction Han Feng was pointing, the black-feathered sparrow immediately perched on his shoulder, its black beak opening and closing, emitting joyful chirps.
"It really is it!" A look of surprise flashed in Han Feng's eyes, but when he saw the piles of white bones around the crimson bamboo, a sense of alarm rose in his heart: "But this bamboo seems to be a bloodthirsty creature, quite dangerous."
"Could it be an unknown variety of spirit bamboo?"
There are indeed many spiritual creatures in this world, each with its own unique form.
This was because of the subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy permeating the air.
Han Feng once used a spiritual plant—the Fire Spirit Grass—to forge the incomparably sharp Fire Spirit Thorn.
Whether it's various bizarre witchcraft techniques or profound internal energy cultivation, they are all inextricably linked to the sparse spiritual energy that is omnipresent in the air.
233. Legends of Qi Refiners in the Pre-Qin Period
It may have a direct effect or an indirect influence.
"Perhaps the alchemists and even magicians of the pre-Qin period recorded in historical books are not entirely fabricated, and it is possible that they actually existed in this world."
"After all, mysterious witchcraft, which is similar to magic and supernatural powers, still exists today."
Although memories of past lives gradually fade with the passage of time.
But there was one thing Han Feng remembered: in his previous life, he had indeed personally experienced several extraordinary and bizarre events.
Therefore, he held a cautious attitude towards matters of ghosts and spirits, rather than denying everything.
Han Feng stood several feet away, gazing at the crimson spirit bamboo, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
"If we can find a way to dig out this bamboo and melt it in the Furnace of Life and Death, it will surely become an extraordinary weapon."
After taking a closer look at it,
Han Feng drew a fine steel short sword from his waist. The sword, only a foot long, had a faint, cold metallic luster. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and could cut through iron like mud.
"All the animal bones were distributed within three feet of the Crimson Spirit Bamboo, never exceeding half a step beyond that area."
"This indicates that its predatory attack range is not vast and boundless."
"The surrounding soil is intact, with no obvious signs of cracking from the inside out, indicating that its attack method originated from the bamboo stalk above ground."
Based on his observation of the surrounding environment of the Crimson Bamboo, Han Feng quickly made a judgment.
Holding a fine steel short sword, he moved to the side, cut off a section of tree trunk more than three zhang long, then gripped the trunk tightly with both hands and thrust it at the crimson spirit bamboo from afar.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
The crimson bamboo leaves collided, producing a melodious sound like a metal wind chime.
The sharp edges of the bamboo leaves easily severed the front end of the tree trunk, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.
"It doesn't seem to use bamboo leaves to attack, so how does it hunt and devour those creatures?"
Han Feng frowned slightly and put the tree trunk down.
He began to observe his surroundings closely and suddenly realized that he had been standing upwind ever since he entered the valley.
"Could it be some kind of aura?"
Han Feng was puzzled by this.
Plants frequently use scents as weapons or other means. Some scents are highly alluring to specific organisms.
Some scents have a strong intoxicating and hallucinatory effect.
Some of these odors contain deadly poison; inhaling them will surely result in death.
"Let's test the waters for now..."
To ensure the accuracy of the experimental results,
Han Feng decisively manipulated the body of the dead puppet sparrow beside him, sending it downwind. Then, he made the dead puppet sparrow gasp for breath several times.
Then, a faint, strange fragrance lingered in the Dead Puppet Sparrow's sense of smell.
This caused Han Feng, who was controlling the sparrow's body, to experience a slight illusion of reality. In the illusion, the crimson bamboo not far ahead transformed into the little sparrow's favorite food.
"But I am not a real bird!"
Han Feng muttered to himself.
It is precisely because of this difference that his main consciousness did not completely fall into the illusion.
But he did not break free.
Continue to remotely control the body of the dead puppet sparrow as it flies towards the crimson spirit bamboo.
When he approached within three feet of it, he was startled to find that the blood inside the sparrow's body had suddenly become scalding hot.
The excruciating pain, penetrating to every pore, almost caused Han Feng to lose remote control over the sparrow's body.
"The blood in my body feels like it's burning with flames."
Finally, the sparrow lost control and fell to the ground.
This area is precisely within three feet of the crimson bamboo.
"Sususu!"
An unusual noise is coming from ahead.
234. Bai Yifei's Ambition
Han Feng raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, forcibly suppressing the strange feeling in his mind.
He stared wide-eyed ahead. He saw thin, thread-like bamboo roots rapidly sprouting from the ground, piercing the sparrow's body with pinpoint accuracy.
The sparrow's flesh, bones, internal organs, and skin began to dissolve.
Then, the crimson bamboo devoured it slowly.