Friends Are About Quality, Not Quantity

"Don't panic. Let me take a good look."

Zhao De's expression grew grave. He plucked the strange growth from Yang Ling's head.

Yang Ling hurriedly parted his thick black hair and felt around. Finding nothing else wrong with his scalp, he finally relaxed.

He glanced warily at the Heavenly Ancient Tree. This Second-Grade Beast Venerable's abilities were strange indeed.

Then he looked at the peculiar fruit in Zhao De's hand.

It was purple and bore a faint resemblance to a Qilin.

"Spirit Fire only produces white fruit, Profound Fire produces silver fruit, and Tribulation Fire produces golden fruit."

"But this purple one? It's the first I've ever seen."

Zhao De looked thoughtfully at Yang Ling.

"Your Martial Dao Fire Seed really might be Transcendent Starfire."

"Master, it's not a possibility. It's a fact!"

Yang Ling said, "That's why I'm worried I won't have enough kindling to fuel the furnace when I advance to Fourth-Grade Grandmaster."

"Your concern is justified. If you run out of kindling then, you'll become the kindling yourself."

Zhao De said, "But in all these years, I've never seen anyone condense Transcendent Starfire. I've never even heard of it happening.

I've only read ancient records mentioning a few prodigies who managed it."

Yang Ling nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the fruit in Zhao De's hand.

"Master, did this fruit come from the Wood-Spirit Ginseng Fruit? Does it have any other special effects?"

He couldn't see its details, but it had come from a Second-Grade Beast Venerable and been produced by his Starfire.

For all he knew, it might have some unusual effect.

"It's just an ordinary fruit. Do you want to eat it?"

Zhao De asked.

"If it's ordinary, I'll pass. I don't much like fruit anyway."

Yang Ling gave an awkward smile.

Zhao De tossed it