Xuan Heng Protects Cangjie, Shennong Tastes the Hundred Herbs

After the Iron-Eating Beast clan settled down, Xuan Heng's bamboo grove became livelier than ever.

Every day, Dun Dun led his clansmen on "patrols" through the bamboo grove. Though he spoke with perfect seriousness, his eyes kept straying toward the thick bamboo stalks that had matured.

After watching for several days, Six Ears finally could not resist bickering with Dun Dun.

"Dun Dun, why does your patrol look more and more like you're picking out a meal?"

Hugging a bamboo stalk, Dun Dun said slowly, "Patrolling and eating don't get in each other's way."

Kong Xuan stood nearby, the Azure Cloud Sword resting across the crook of his arm, and gave him a bland glance.

Dun Dun immediately withdrew the paw he had just stretched toward a tender bamboo shoot.

"I know. Leave the little ones, eat the big ones."

Sitting before the thatched hut, Xuan Heng watched the scene and felt unusually relaxed.

Before that leisure could last long, however, Xuan Heng suddenly raised his head and looked toward the Human Race.

The natural currents of heaven and earth stirred faintly in the distance. The movement was slight, yet it carried an exceptionally peculiar trace, like the footprints of birds and beasts pressed into mud, or the patterns of grass and trees slowly emerging.

The teacup in Xuan Heng's hand stopped in midair.

"Cangjie has been born."

Six Ears had been about to argue with Dun Dun again. At those words, he immediately turned around.

"Master, who is Cangjie?"

Xuan Heng did not answer. With a sweep of his sleeve, he vanished from Profound Pure Peak.

"Dun Dun, as Master's mount, Master has already left. Why are you still eating?"

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