Zhang Yang studied the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo for a moment and tried to approach it.
The moment he came within a certain distance, boundless thunder power surged across the entire summit of Bright Yang Mountain.
Cangwu cried out strangely, "Don't provoke it... It refuses to let any living being approach now. Even I can't get close. I suspect it may have developed a trace of intelligence and formed a kind of self-protection!"
Zhang Yang swiftly retreated as soon as the thunder power appeared.
The sea of lightning atop Bright Yang Mountain then dissipated as well.
"When did this start?" Zhang Yang asked.
Cangwu gave a bitter smile. "Half a year ago... Back when I drew in the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers to water it, I could still approach it and pick up some of its fallen bamboo leaves and branches. Later, when I saw that the leaves were filled with the profound mysteries of thunder, I plucked a few—and after that, I could no longer get close.
"That was why I guessed it might have developed intelligence."
Zhang Yang hurriedly asked, "Show me the bamboo leaves and branches you picked up, as well as the leaves you plucked."
Cangwu instantly became wary. Staring at Zhang Yang, he said, "I only have a few!"
"Don't worry, at most I'll borrow them from you." Zhang Yang said solemnly. "Do you still not trust me? Even if I take your things, when have I ever let you suffer a loss?"
Cangwu was speechless.
The meaning of this brat's words was clearly that he intended to borrow them and never return them.
Still, he really had never suffered a loss.
But those leaves were truly too precious!
"I comprehended some thunder arts from those leaves!" Cangwu looked seriously at Zhang Yang.