The Duck That Kept Saying He Was Going to Die

"Everyone, my health is acting up again. If I can maintain my energy levels for next month through dieting, I'll demonstrate my control over my health to everyone once I'm fully recovered!"

Being trapped in the world of Sinkhole No. 2 was a dull experience.

Apart from the fierce competition among plants for territory and the occasional appearance of insects in the lake, there was no other activity here.

Life in this place is like being in seclusion.

If it's a short time, it's fine; if it's a long time, it will numb you.

If the crowd still felt any sense of superiority, it was probably only when they looked at Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou is still suffering from an attack, and this time it's lasted even longer than before. Accompanying the attack is a bird that keeps chattering.

Whenever Zhang Xuezhou lay down, the bird would inevitably wake up; they were like a seesaw.

Birds that can mimic speech are not uncommon, but what is rare is that this bird once lived in a grand hall.

No matter how much they pressured the bird, it couldn't reveal any secrets.

Moreover, the bird flies incredibly fast, and apart from being somewhat afraid of Ren Anran, it is not afraid of many Sequence Holder.

"I'm going to die! I'm about to die! It's worse than death!"

The image of a bird appeared out of thin air, followed by its loud, cacophony.

After flapping its wings and crashing into the black rocks behind the red-skinned undead, the bird calmed down a little.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to kill myself!"

"Xuezhou said, if you want to die, then go ahead and die. You don't need to announce it to us!"

The bird muttered a complaint to everyone, but Ren Anran responded calmly, which immediately made the bird droop its head and not want to make a sound anymore.

What have you been through to be in so much pain, and what happened to you that you were pricked with needles again?

Seeing that the crowd hadn't dispersed and was instead focused on the mallard duck, Ren Anran asked them a question.

"This time I didn't get pricked by a needle," the mallard said dejectedly. "On the contrary, I experienced sensory pleasure!"

"Then you should be very happy," Ren Anran said.

"But this damn pleasurable stimulation didn't stop, it kept coming from morning till night, I felt like my body was being hollowed out, and then I was going to die," the mallard duck said. "Do you know how I endured it? Can you guys experience this tickling sensation on the soles of your feet for half a month straight without any breaks?!"

"If you don't stop the sensation in the soles of your feet, wouldn't you laugh yourself to death?"

Badun asked in confusion, and the mallard immediately began to squawk wildly.

Every feeling has its limits. Excessive pain can lead to death, while excessive pleasure becomes torture, which can be even more terrifying than pain.

Being trapped inside your body and unable to move feels no different from being constantly tickled; it can drive you crazy with frustration.

"Luckily Xuezhou had this guy to take the fall with, otherwise, who knows how much suffering he would have endured!"

Ren Anran watched the agitated mallard duck and let it vent its emotions.

For a green-headed duck with a similar character to Zhang Xuezhou, the other party is capable of anything, except seeking death. After all, Zhang Xuezhou's path is one of survival, and his belief in survival far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people.

The closer a duck is to life or death, the stronger its will to survive becomes.

"Don't have any ulterior motives. Just adjust yourself. Only if Xuezhou is doing well will you be doing well," Ren Anran emphasized. "If he can eliminate the drawbacks one day, you will also gain your freedom!"

"What did he say?" the mallard asked doubtfully after making a commotion.

That's what he guaranteed!

Ren Anran nodded and emphasized it again, which made the mallard duck beam with joy, completely losing its previous deathly expression.

"We've gotten into this kind of relationship that we can never communicate face-to-face again. Tell him I want to be a human being, and I'll take any body you want," the mallard said, flapping its wings. "I won't be picky at all!"

I will pass on the message!

Ren Anran gave the mallard a slightly strange look.

The boy who slays the dragon will eventually become the dragon himself. Zhang Xuezhou, having seized the initiative, would never offer his body away.

Compared to the mallard duck, Zhang Xuezhou is now like the former Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon. Only when Zhang Xuezhou is helpless will he give in to the mallard duck.

According to Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou, he wasn't doing too well in that other world, but his body possessed strength far exceeding that of the real world, and was even beginning to approach the level of a top cultivator in that other world.

This is a model for Zhang Xuezhou's development in the real world, and it also allows him to explore the mysteries of another world.

Zhang Xuezhou's ability to firmly integrate into the world's top teams is inseparable from his unique advantages, which are hard to relinquish.

"Don't worry, if he doesn't like this place, I can still become your fellow Daoist. I'm not much worse than him," the mallard duck quacked.

"I don't mind!"

Ren Anran shrugged, not caring about the mallard's silly remark.

Human habits are shaped by education; the type of education one receives will determine one's final choices.

Given that Zhang Xuezhou had never deviated from his previous views on marriage, all Zhang Xuezhou learned in the other world was skills; his fundamental understanding remained unchanged.

This means that no matter how much Zhang Xuezhou develops and becomes powerful, he will not abandon this place.

It's destined to be difficult for the mallard duck to realize its little scheme.

"If you don't mind, then we can be dao companion," the mallard duck flapped its wings and flew to Ren Anran's shoulder, chirping, "These people are looking at me with such greed, like they want to dissect me! I'm so scared! Dao companion, please chase them all away!"

"Everyone can leave now!"

The mallard duck, who talks a lot of nonsense, obviously couldn't be gotten any information out of them. Apart from Ren Anran, who could appear and disappear unpredictably thanks to his Yang Soul incarnation, no one else could catch the bird.

Ren Anran waved her hand, indicating that she understood everyone's interest, but only she was suitable to uncover the secrets known to the mallard duck.

"If there's anything worth sharing, I'll make it public!"

After another round of replenishment, the onlookers dispersed, some at a time.

"I really envy Zhouzi; he can survive for half a month on just one injection of nutrients, still go out for fancy meals, and has such good sleep quality!"

Zhou Rihui smacked his lips.

Aside from Ren Anran and others, Zhou Rihui is one of the groups that is closest to Zhang Xuezhou.

Since Zhou Xin went to Qin Meng, the Zhou Household has made a significant investment in the Zhang Household, resulting in a complex web of connections and intertwined interests.

As long as he could still see Ren Anran and the others, Zhou Rihui had no other thoughts and did not suspect that he was being set up by Ren Yisheng and the others.

Setting aside the unpleasant aspects such as his inability to keep up with the others in the Mental Strengthening Chapter, Zhou Rihui's mindset was perfectly normal.

He was even pushing the limits of his power growth in the Sixth Sequence.

Zhou Rihui never imagined that he could reach the limit of his strength by eating grass.

Every poisonous weed makes muscle fibers stronger, and every poisonous weed brings out the body's full potential.

The increase in physical strength by a thousand pounds is not the end point; as long as his Black Armor Combat Technique can hold out, this limit will not end.

If Zhou Rihui could step into the Seventh Sequence derived resistance layers in this world, he could hardly imagine how much grass he could eat, or how powerful he could unleash.