While Shi Hou was still muttering to himself, pinprick-sized golden lights slowly gathered at the tips of the leek's nine leaves.
With every wisp of spirit medicine essence it devoured, those points of light grew a shade brighter.
This was no ordinary growth.
It was clearly charging up a big move.
"Skinny Monkey, what are you spacing out about?"
Shi Hao gave him a shove from beside him.
Shi Hou snapped back to his senses. The muscles in his face twitched twice against his will.
"Little One, say a leek eats so much spirit medicine that it starts glowing on its own. Does that count as it becoming a spirit?"
Shi Hao blinked his big, glossy black eyes.
"Does it taste good?"
Fine. Asking him had been a complete waste of breath.
When the golden light inside the Black Pot faded, the entire leek had transformed. Its leaves were so lush and green they looked ready to drip at a pinch, golden patterns flowed through their veins, and a divine radiance enveloped the whole plant. Just looking at it made one's blood surge.
This thing had devoured so much of his stockpile. He had to test whether it was worth the expense.
With a slight shift of his thoughts, Shi Hou locked onto the base of one leaf.
He gave it a hard tug.
The tender green leaf separated from the plant.
The air seemed to split beneath a blade. The instant he took the leaf out of the Black Pot Space, a botanical fragrance so concentrated it was almost tangible exploded outward, mingled with scorching vitality.
The old pungent, nose-stinging odor was gone.
This fresh fragrance spread through the air, pushing a vivid green ripple out of thin air.
Where the ripple swept past, the weeds beneath the Nine-Headed