Who Will Be the Oriole?
Although Jiang Zhuoxue's Divine Sense was also powerful, he was currently injured and his physical damage had not yet been fully recovered. The more frequently he used his Divine Sense, the less conducive it would be to his recovery.
Secondly, he had never lived in this secluded place before and was not very familiar with the environment, so finding things wouldn't be so easy.
Fortunately, with this Spring-Heralding Bird, things became much easier for the two of them.
It's in the nature of Spring-Heralding Bird to attack people, just as it's in their nature to hunt for treasure.
Moreover, it is clearly more suited for treasure hunting than attacking other living creatures.
Scarlet Blood Grass is a rare and valuable item, so even the Spring-Heralding Bird is very skilled at treasure hunting, cannot find it in a short time.
The two people and the bird had no choice but to explore the secret realm while searching for traces of the Scarlet Blood Grass.
Along the way, they also found many good things thanks to the Spring-Heralding Bird.
Although it wasn't the Scarlet Blood Grass that Sang Ying needed, it could still be exchanged for a lot of points, so the two of them gladly accepted it.
Night quickly descended upon the secret realm. In this world where stars and the moon were invisible, cultivators could only rely on the sudden changes between day and night to judge the time.
This was the twelfth night that Sang Ying and her companions had encountered.
The crackling sounds came from the fire, and the roasting meat on the fire sizzled. Bright red oil dripped from the meat into the fire, and a wonderful aroma wafted into the noses of the person and the Demon Beast nearby.
For the first time Spring-Heralding Bird wasn't so afraid of the flames and even moved closer to the fire. It was so big that its slight movement almost knocked Jiang Zhuoxue off the stone bench.
Jiang Zhuoxue pushed it angrily and said, "Be careful, aren't you afraid the sparks will burn your feathers if you get this close?"
But the Spring-Heralding Bird, attracted by the aroma of the roasted meat, didn't care about any of that. It was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Zhuoxue's deliberate little schemes. It squeezed even closer and secretly pushed Jiang Zhuoxue away.
Honestly, if Sang Ying hadn't been watching over her, Jiang Zhuoxue probably would have fought with the Spring-Heralding Bird right there and then.
"The meat is ready, I'll divide it up for you."
That one sentence immediately eased the tense atmosphere between the person and the bird. They eagerly moved closer, waiting for Sang Ying to divide the meat between them.
The Spring-Heralding Bird were large and had big appetites, so they got a big piece of roasted meat, while Jiang Zhuoxue, who hadn't fully recovered, was only allowed to taste a small piece.
However, even this small piece, no bigger than the palm of a hand, was enough for Jiang Zhuoxue to savor for a long time.
Jiang Zhuoxue took a bite, and the juices of the roasted meat burst open in his mouth, instantly filling his nostrils with a unique aroma.
"I've grown up without anyone ever cooking anything for me." He was born Dragon Race, so he could grow quickly without eating.
Once he fell to the Lower Realm, in order to prevent him from having the strength to resist, those people naturally stopped feeding him.
It seems that in all these hundreds of years, apart from Sang Ying, no one has ever cooked for him.
Sang Ying always felt that since he was injured, he should be properly nourished. She also liked to make food infused with Spiritual Qi so that he could recover some of his strength.
But these things didn't really help Jiang Zhuoxue much; they only made him feel better temporarily and less pain.
But the fleeting joy he experienced each time he ate her cooking seemed to have become a habit in Jiang Zhuoxue's heart, making him feel happy as long as Sang Ying was there.
This is probably why, despite how much he disliked human cultivators and loathed the Human Race, he could so quickly lower his guard against Sang Ying.
After swallowing the last bite of roasted meat, Jiang Zhuoxue felt the pain in her body slowly subside, and her longing for the meat deepened.
So, should we think of a way to keep Sang Ying here?
He bit his lower lip, feeling a little flustered.
Sang Ying had no idea that her small gesture would leave such a deep impression on Jiang Zhuoxue, even causing this unruly black dragon to search for the scent of old friends in various places for thousands of years to come, hoping to reunite with the person in her memory.
Unfortunately, he forgot even something as important as revenge, and he couldn't find that person anywhere. As a result, over the long years, he completely erased his memory of that person.
But that's a story for another time.
At this moment, neither of them realized what was about to happen. With the help of the Spring-Heralding Bird, they quickly picked out the good things around them and put them into their pockets.
"Don't you like treasures? Why didn't you dig up all those spiritual herbs?" Jiang Zhuoxue glanced at the patch of rare spiritual herbs at her feet and couldn't help but ask when she saw that Sang Ying had only dug up a few of the older ones.
Sang Ying followed his gaze to the spiritual herbs beside her, casually ruffling them a couple of times. "These spiritual herbs are very difficult to grow, and I don't need many anyway. Digging up too many would just take up space. Leaving them might allow more spiritual herbs to grow in the future, and perhaps they can even help those who truly need them."
"You're being a bit too 'merciful.' Isn't the rule in this Lower Realm the law of the jungle?" Jiang Zhuoxue's tone was quite sarcastic, probably because she was thinking of those who had imprisoned him and made him do evil.
Sang Ying knew that the anger in his heart had not yet subsided, and she had no intention of lecturing him. She simply said, "I'm not exactly merciful either. Didn't I want to kill the Spring-Heralding Bird earlier?"
The blue bird, which had been happily pecking at the spirit fruit nearby, suddenly paused, then cautiously distanced itself from Sang Ying.
"I just feel that this world isn't all bad people and bad deeds. You don't have to help those pitiful people, but try not to become the kind of bad person you despise. That's my expectation of you." Sang Ying never forgot his infamous reputation as the "Blood-Robed Devil Dragon."
Although she didn't know the truth, Sang Ying still hoped that he wasn't the "evil dragon" everyone was talking about.
He can seek justice for himself, and he can take action against those with malicious intent, but he should not harm the innocent in doing so.
This was her only wish.
Hearing her words, Jiang Zhuoxue's heart tightened. He didn't know how to answer Sang Ying, and in the end, he could only softly reply, "Mm."
If this is what she wants, he will do his best to make it happen.
Even if he doesn't offer a helping hand, he won't become such an evil person.
After a short rest, the Spring-Heralding Bird took to the sky again to complete its mission. The Spring-Heralding Bird was now incredibly eager to search for treasure, because Sang Ying had promised it that if it found anything good, she would cook it a delicious meal!
The Spring-Heralding Bird lack nothing except for a bite to eat.
Just as it was flying happily in the sky, the Spring-Heralding Bird suddenly stopped. It seemed to have caught a familiar scent, and then abruptly darted off in one direction.
Sang Ying, who had been watching it closely, quickly realized something was wrong and immediately took Jiang Zhuoxue and followed after the Spring-Heralding Bird.
Not long after they left, two familiar figures appeared at the spot.
With a disguise in place, Wuyue Qing watched Sang Ying and the others walk away and let out a barely audible chuckle.
This time, it's her turn to be the one who suffers the consequences!
A note from the author:
That's all for today, thank you for your support.
See you tomorrow~