The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan returned very slowly. It was only more than an hour since he and Jian Wuchen separated. Feng Xuan expected that Jian Wuchen would not be so fast.

He looked at the shops and stalls on both sides of the road and saw many things he had never seen before. He also took out some fine iron coins to buy some food. He continued to look around curiously while eating.

However, what surprised Feng Xuan was that when he returned to the gate of the market, he saw Jian Wuchen had already sat cross-legged on the ox cart with his eyes slightly closed. It was obvious that he had been practicing for a long time.

Little Kuji was squatting in front of the carriage, holding his chin with one hand and swinging the reins in his hand with boredom to drive away the mosquitoes on the horned ox.

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed little Kuji saw Feng Xuan, who was still holding a bag of food in his hand, slowly walking out of the crowd far away, and quickly waved the reins in his hand happily to indicate that Feng Xuan and the others were here.

But this action abruptly pulled the nose ring of the horned bull, causing it to shake its huge head in pain and pace irritably. Seeing that the carriage behind it was also shaking, little Kuji hurriedly comforted the horned bull, but it didn't seem to work.

Jian Wuchen slightly opened his eyes, frowned and glanced at the horned bull in front of him, and released a sharp breath to the horned bull. The horned bull suddenly stiffened and immediately became obedient.

Feng Xuan gnawed a green fruit the size of a baby's fist and quickened his pace towards the two people.

"You guys are so fast? How is it? Is it going well?"

Coming in front of the two people, Feng Xuan gnawed the fruit in his hand with "relish" and asked the two people. Of course, the actual person he asked was Jian Wuchen.

As he said this, Feng Xuan casually handed out the straw bag filled with fruit in his arms, indicating that the two people could take it by themselves.

However, when the little Kuji, who was facing away from Jian Wuchen, saw the fruit in Feng Xuan's hand, his face looked a little strange. When he saw Feng Xuan's actions, his mouth twitched, but he still thanked him politely and took out the smallest fruit from the box and put it in his arms.

Jian Wuchen took out a large green fruit without thinking, wiped it on his clothes casually, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm--"

The moment the fruit entered his mouth, Jian Wuchen's originally calm face twitched, his mouth corners unconsciously grinned, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at Feng Xuan.

However, under the cover of half of the iron mask, he could not see Feng Xuan's expression clearly.

"What's wrong, is it not delicious?"

Feng Xuan looked at Jian Wuchen expressionlessly, opened his mouth and took a bite of the fruit in his hand, and the transparent "juice" flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, not bad"

Seeing Feng Xuan's expression, Jian Wuchen, who wanted to spit out the fruit in his mouth, also answered expressionlessly, and then swallowed the fruit in his hand in two or three bites, and then looked at Feng Xuan fiercely, with obvious provocation.

Seeing Jian Wuchen like this, Feng Xuan suddenly turned his head silently and spit out the fruit in his mouth to the side, and then gave Jian Wuchen a thumbs up.

"So brother Wuchen likes to eat sour food, here, this bag is all for you"

Feng Xuan suppressed his smile, stuffed a whole bag of fruit into Jian Wuchen's arms under his murderous gaze, and quickly took out a water bag and poured clear water into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, little Kuji's face turned red, even a little purple, and he quickly turned his head away, but he didn't know that his little face was almost wrinkled into a ball, and the corners of his mouth wanted to be pressed down, but they were more twisted than the horns of the horned bull in front of him.

This green fruit is called Qingshazao. It has no special function. It is a common fruit on the Qingsha tree in the Giant Insect Wasteland.

Whether the Qingshazao is ripe or not, the fruit is extremely sour. The more ripe the fruit is, the more sour it is.

People in the Giant Insect Wasteland will only bite one of this fruit when they have no appetite, but they will spit it out after just chewing it twice. The sour taste is really hard to swallow.

And Jian Wuchen, an outsider who obviously ate it for the first time, actually ate a whole big fruit in one breath, which really made Xiao Kuji admire him.

Jian Wuchen was angry with this half bag of Qingshazao in his arms, and he wanted to throw it directly on Feng Xuan's hateful face.

But in the face of Feng Xuan's innocent expression, he still forced himself to endure it, glared at him fiercely, and then stuffed the Qingshazao directly into the space magic weapon, ready to take it back for the old man to taste.

"This Kuhuang City is indeed the city with the deepest heritage in this giant insect wasteland. I can buy what I want almost easily. What about you?"

After calming down, Jian Wuchen signaled Xiao Kuji to hurry up, and Feng Xuan also set up a soundproof barrier beside the two of them.

"I also got a good harvest, but I don't have enough Yuanshi on me. I want a lot of things, but I can only think about it."

Feng Xuan half leaned on the wooden frame of the carriage, casually took out a thick black leaf and stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewing it with a bitter face.

"I feel the same way. We should not have found those shops with real deep heritage in Kuhuang City at this time. There are better things in those shops. Unfortunately, we are not qualified to contact them for the time being. Otherwise, even if we buy something from them, it will be easy to be targeted. I... uh... you are not dead... right?"

Jian Wuchen said what he saw and heard with a serious face, but when he accidentally glanced at Feng Xuan's face, he was suddenly startled and said uncertainly.

At this time, Feng Xuan's lips under the iron face turned black, and black blood vessels kept appearing on his exposed cheeks. However, even so, he was still stuffing the strange black leaves into his mouth piece by piece.

"Well, it's okay, you said this, do you want a piece?"

Feng Xuan saw Jian Wuchen looking over, gently shook the black leaves in his hand, and separated a piece and handed it to him.

Seeing Feng Xuan's actions, Jian Wuchen's face suddenly became a little smelly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"No, you can eat it yourself, but... are you sure you are really okay?"

Jian Wuchen looked at Feng Xuan's black face and asked with some doubt.

At this time, Feng Xuan's face was really black, the kind of black in the true sense, as if a layer of black carbon ash was smeared on his face. Even the teeth in his open mouth were stained black by the black juice, but the whites of his eyes looked particularly bright.

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while, this thing has faded a little."

Feng Xuan chewed a piece of black rhizome with a crunching sound and waved his hand indifferently.