I'm Alive

Huang Tieyi raised his right hand. Dugu Bo glanced at the Dragon Bamboo Vine in his palm and said calmly, "Ah Yi, it's fine. It's only one immortal herb. You picked it, so you picked it."

"Senior Dugu, take a good look before you say that," Huang Tieyi said mysteriously.

Dugu Bo studied the Dragon Bamboo Vine in Huang Tieyi's hand, then looked back at the spot beneath the fence where it had grown. It was empty now. The boy must have pulled it out by the roots. What other explanation could there be?

"Look a little closer, Senior Dugu," Huang Tieyi said with a smile.

Curious, Dugu Bo reached out to touch the Dragon Bamboo Vine in Huang Tieyi's palm. He could feel it, but when he tried to pick it up, he found he couldn't. If he pulled too hard, the vine wrapped tightly around him and hurt like hell.

"It's a Martial Soul?" Dugu Bo finally realized. His eyes widened as he stared at Huang Tieyi in disbelief.

"That's right. A Martial Soul. The Dragon Bamboo Vine is a hundred-and-fifty-thousand-year-old Plant-type Soul Beast. It grew tired of looking at the same flowers and grass here and decided I was pretty good, so it chose to sacrifice itself and become my Second Martial Soul," Huang Tieyi explained with a solemn nod.

"Heavens! What kind of luck is that? I found this place twenty years ago. I come here all the time, and it never took a liking to me. How is that fair..." Dugu Bo dropped to his knees with a thud and raised both hands to the sky in protest.

The Dragon Bamboo Vine's voice rang through Huang Tieyi's soul. "Take a liking to him? In his dreams. He can't even cure his own poisoning. What makes