Ginseng Fruit?
At Houtu's words, Gungun, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly froze, then looked up at the hand she held out. Three infant-shaped spirit fruits glowing with green spiritual light hovered above her palm.
"Gulp~" Gungun's eyes immediately went glassy, and an involuntary swallow slipped down the bear's throat.
Ginseng Fruit! Fruit of a primordial spiritual root, famed alongside the nine-thousand-year Ren Water Flat Peach. I tasted one a hundred years ago, and that flavor really... left a bear savoring it endlessly!
But...
After eating that Ginseng Fruit back then, Gungun had painstakingly cleared the entire Ghost Race and all the resentful qi out of Mount Xiaoyu. That resentful qi still had not been purified and remained stored in the Spirit-Washing Cauldron. Nor had all the Three Souls and Seven Spirits restored to their original forms been released. On top of that, Gungun had collected many more demon souls in the cauldron during the last battle against Bai Ze's army. Who knew how long it would take to deal with them all? After all, Gungun grew sleepy rather easily and could not keep doing one thing without a break.
If Gungun accepted these three Ginseng Fruits and agreed to help Houtu bring the Qilin Clan under the Witch Race's command, there would be plenty of work ahead.
Qilins...
Although theirs was the weakest of the three races of the first tribulation, with not a single Quasi-Saint left among them after the Primordial Qilin's fall, unlike the Dragon Race, which still had Ao Yue and Meng Zhang, or the Phoenix Race, which still had Kunpeng, their race...
Alas, the Primordial Qilin only had his legitimate son, Four-Unlike, just before the decisive battle. Gungun had met that ugly fellow a few times and discovered that he had inherited little of