"Young master, what is this?" Su Qingqing curiously examined the white radish that Song Changming brought back.
Song Changming shook his head; he truly wasn’t sure either.
Without the purple flower, it was replaced by an even stranger object. He didn’t know if he had gained or lost.
"Why does it look like an ordinary white radish..." Song Ping’an rubbed his chin and said in confusion.
The white radish wrapped in Innate Qi Aura suddenly seed annoyed, sprouting several thin roots, clawing in Song Ping’an’s direction.
"Whoa! What is this?!" Song Ping’an exclaid in surprise, staring in disbelief.
"Alive?"
"A living white radish..."
As soon as he spoke, the radish, as if provoked, swung its thin roots more vigorously, seemingly aiming to whip Song Ping’an hard.
"It seems a bit angry?" Su Qingqing also leaned in for a closer look, tilting her head uncertainly.
"Hard to say." Song Changming, upon first seeing this thing, was at a loss as well.
Ever since arriving in Ancient Abyss Country, he had indeed encountered many novel things unseen in Da Lai Territory.
Various Demon Races, powerful fierce creatures, precious Spirit Crystals, natural Spiritual Eyes, and more.
Now, they had encountered a living, moving radish.
Though initially unbelievable, he quickly accepted it.
The Land of Spiritual Energy always gives rise to so incredible and illogical evolutions.
On the journey, Song Changming studied the radish while traveling.
He confird that the radish seed like an intelligent being, possessing its own consciousness and thoughts, and could even understand the language of the Human Race, just short of growing a mouth to communicate verbally.
"Since you can understand what I say and are willing to communicate with , why not write down what you want to say?"
Song Changming looked at the radish nestled in his palm, still wrapped in Innate Qi Aura, and suggested.
The radish paused and suddenly emitted a small mass of milky white Spiritual Qi from its surface, forming a small patch of concentrated white mist.
Using its thin roots, it quickly scribbled within the mist, surprisingly forming a few crooked ancient characters of the Human Race.
"Let go."
Song Changming instantly recognized the aning of these words.
"What exactly are you?" Song Changming asked again, no intention of letting go of the radish turned spirit.
The radish absorbed the mist back into its body, and then it emitted a new patch, scribbling once more.
"I am an Immortal descended to the mortal world. If you disrupt my trial, you will face calamity in the future!"
Song Changming raised his eyebrow at the two lines of ancient characters, surprised by the radish’s threatening words.
Do Immortals really exist?
Song Changming had never heard of any, though so tales and picture books did describe Immortals and Celestial Gods, but those were fictional stories, not to be taken seriously.
Song Changming couldn’t be easily fooled, narrowing his eyes as he deeply said.
"If you don’t honestly explain, spewing nonsense, I will imdiately use you to refine dicine."
As soon as these words were spoken, the radish was instantly shocked into stillness.
Song Changming realized that though this radish had beco a spirit, it was still a timid and wary radish spirit.
Under Song Changming’s repeated intimidation, the radish spirit finally confessed honestly.
The story of being an Immortal was indeed concocted to deceive Song Changming.
However, it wasn’t a radish spirit but rather a wild ginseng buried underground for over five thousand years, turned into a spirit by a magnificent natural transformation.
Strictly speaking, it could be defined as part of the Demon Race.
Most Demons originate from Demon Beasts, but it was a Mountain Ginseng that gained intelligence, first becoming a moving entity, then a demon.
This was an extraordinarily rare and difficult Demon Transformation situation.
The ginseng’s transformation required it to be buried for over five thousand years!
Ordinary Mountain Ginseng couldn’t survive for such a long ti, not even if spared from predation by other creatures. Five thousand years is too long.
Through changes in ti, tides, geology, climate, anything could have eradicated a fragile Mountain Ginseng.
In the past, Song Changming often consud high-aged Wild Ginseng to aid in his martial arts training.
In Da Lai, three to five hundred-year-old Wild Ginseng could be considered King Can, a treasured rarity.
Back then, he never imagined the existence of thousand-year ginseng...
Thus, when Song Changming heard the other’s confession, he initially didn’t believe it.
Yet, as he was about to boil water to toss the ginseng inside, the other didn’t change its story.
Only then did Song Changming temporarily relent, accepting the ti claid.
As for understanding the Human Race language, it was acquired naturally over the years of observing humans after gaining movent and the ability to traverse underground.
"How many Mountain Ginseng Spirits like you exist under the Heavens?" Song Changming asked.
"Above the skies and under the earth, only I alone!" the Mountain Ginseng Spirit proudly replied, spraying Spiritual Qi.
Though this claim may be exaggerated, spirits like this Mountain Ginseng Spirit were undoubtedly exceedingly rare.
After asking all needed questions, Song Changming contemplated how to deal with the Mountain Ginseng Spirit as he eyed the boiling water.
"This is a five-thousand-year-old ginseng; how much could it aid my Body Refinent..." Song Changming silently pondered.
Seemingly sensing Song Changming’s restless intentions, the Mountain Ginseng Spirit frantically sprayed several large jets of Spiritual Qi to write.
"I have answered all the questions; you should let go!"
"..." Song Changming remained silent, not extinguishing the nearby fire.
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