Octadic Treasure Chicken

The beast skin pouch they gave Hairy Ball was tossed aside a long time ago and was practically useless. It was tugging on a vine with eleven stalks of sparkling spiritual medicine as it returned, hiccuping along the way.

“Are you some God? You went in there once and directly came out with eleven stalks of spiritual medicine?” The big red bird was shocked until its eyes almost popped out. This was simply too ridiculous.

One has to understand that a single spiritual mountain was only able to grow one stalk of spiritual medicine. How many spiritual mountains did it climb?! It was likely that only an area dyed in the blood of a phoenix like this was able to have so many spiritual mountains.

The little guy curled his lips, and his heart was about to trickle out blood. Hairy Ball must have wreaked enough havoc in there. What it brought out was clearly the smaller portion, as the larger portion had already entered its stomach.

“Shameful wasting…” He muttered.