King Frieza was not in a very good mood today. Xiang Yuan's intuition told him that if he dared spout any more nonsense, at best he would get a drop-tower ride; at worst, King Frieza would transform into Broly.
In that case...
Fine, I'll get lost. What's so great about that!
Xiang Yuan held his head high and strode away. After looking around, he thought that since he was already here, he could not leave empty-handed, so he decided to go have some fun with Fairy Qingluan.
It had been a while since he had ravaged the herb garden. The growth must have been truly gratifying. Hurry and let the True Warrior Great Emperor take a look and inspect the goods for you.
He was not bragging—no one understood medicinal supplements better than he did. He could tell the quality of any herb with a single taste.
I can't cure King Frieza, but I can't handle you?
There were no proper herb gardens around Kunlun Mountain. Xiang Yuan raised a hand and calculated: one plant in the east, one in the west, scattered here and there, nowhere near the scale of a plantation.
It was deliberate!
"Look at you. What should have taken one crying fit, you insisted on turning into several. Fine, fine—who told the True Warrior Great Emperor to be so kindhearted? I'll grant your wish."
Xiang Yuan swept out his hand, rolling up a black radiance. With a sinister cackle, he streaked through the skies, dove down, and seized Fairy Qingluan, who was picking flowers in the garden to weave into a garland. Right before her eyes, he plucked up the spiritual herbs covering the mountains and plains one by one and swallowed them into his belly.
Her sobs went on without end. She cried miserably.
Xiang