Still Have to Hatch Eggs?
Sunlight gently caressed the bamboo grove. Each crystal-clear dewdrop seemed like a beautiful eye, basking beneath the morning sun that had only recently risen.
The bamboo here grew very tall, some stalks several times taller than ordinary trees. Their segmented shafts resembled cannons. Many long, slender branches grew from them; breaking one off to hit someone with would definitely hurt. Those thin branches bore blade-like leaves, making them a marvelously crafted instrument—place a leaf against your lips and blow, and perhaps it would produce a crisp, pleasant sound...
At that moment, within the tranquil bamboo grove, a beautiful white-haired, red-eyed woman sat cross-legged atop a huge boulder three or four meters across... her palms facing upward!
Like an ancient cultivator of qi, visible energy flowed around her body.
She wore light, martial-arts-style clothing with an intensely Shenzhou aesthetic, making her appear even more elegant and dashing.
The bamboo leaves around her drifted slowly toward the ground without any pattern. Then, without warning, all those leaves stopped in midair, as though time had paused and space had frozen.
The next instant, the elegant, dashing white-haired immortal rose to her feet. Spreading her legs, she clenched one fist and held the other hand open, then unleashed an unfathomably profound punch. The falling bamboo leaves within dozens of meters instantly turned to powder.
She slowly withdrew her arm in a dashing pose. The immortal let out a soft breath, her crimson eyes sweeping across the surroundings... then she gently shook her head.
"This punch still lacks perfect force."
She placed both hands behind her back and sighed faintly.
Seeing the stone seats beside the bamboo grove, the immortal slowly walked over. This was one of the inn's signature attractions. Though it was slightly inferior to the natural