Wen Xu suddenly smiled and took a vermilion spirit fruit from his robes, tossing it over. "That's from Chunchou for the little Water-Ripple Beast. Don't you go embezzling it."
Bushi caught the spirit fruit and immediately laughed as well. Unlike the faint gloominess he had carried before, his smile now held an easy, airy lightness. "Little Martial Granduncle, your heart is still too soft. Be careful, or someone will swindle away all your Spirit Stones someday."
At the mention of being swindled out of Spirit Stones, Wen Xu immediately wiped the smile from his face. The moment Bushi saw it, he was delighted. "No way? Who was so bold as to dare swindle the Spirit Stones of Yonglu Mountain's esteemed Little Martial Granduncle?"
"Don't think I can't tell you're adding fuel to the fire."
"Oh, you actually heard it? What a pity. So you really can't elaborate a little more..."
Wen Xu turned and strode away.
Bushi immediately tried to keep him, but unfortunately, he could not leave the restrictions of the lotus platform. Back when his cultivation had been wiped clean overnight in Jingyuan City, he had thought it would take a long time to recover. Yet he had long since cultivated it back, and not only that—he was nearly at the point of Core Formation. The Confinement Curse his master had placed upon him could be broken once he formed his core, but the opportunity had never appeared.
He had thought he would have to wait a while longer, but when he merely moved his hand just now, unexpectedly...
Even Wen Xu turned back in shock. "You're forming your core?"
Bushi swallowed the vermilion spirit fruit in his hand whole. "It would seem so."
The Buddha Lotus quickly sensed the signs of Bushi's Core Formation. The layers upon