Qin Xi nodded and said to him, "Alright, I understand. I'll eat this spirit fruit Wukong gave me first, then we'll see."
Daoist Yang Mei looked at the bright red spirit fruit and said to Qin Xi, "We don't know what effect it'll have after you eat it, or what reaction it might cause. Be careful when you eat it."
Seeing how cautious the two of them were, Qin Xi truly did not know what to say.
He looked at the two of them and said, "Don't worry. Since Wukong gave this to me, it should be very mild."
After saying that, Qin Xi opened a brocade box on the table and took out the bright red spirit fruit.
Qin Xi said to them, "This thing really does look delicious."
As he spoke, he took a bite of it as though it were a bright red apple.
Yet the taste was not crisp and sweet like an apple's. It had no particularly distinct flavor.
Still, as he ate it, he could feel spiritual power filling his body.
Ancestor Hongjun and Daoist Yangmei were both extremely nervous, unsure what kind of state Qin Xi was in at that moment.
But Qin Xi already felt as if there were a ball of fire burning and racing through his body. His internal organs were absorbing that heat, and he felt as though an enormous amount of power was about to burst forth from within him.
Daoist Yangmei watched Qin Xi sit beside the table. After swallowing that bite of the bright red fruit, his entire face instantly began to flush.
Both his hands were braced against the table, and he remained completely still. His expression looked both pained and as though countless forces were rampaging through his body, which was truly worrying.
Thus,