Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 630: I’m Just a Magic Artifact—What Do You Expect from Me? (Part 2)
The Little Paperman made a sound, then calmly added, "But he’s not a little kid~"
Gu Yuan, who was almost breaking into a sweat with anxiety, heard these words and suddenly paused in his steps.
Then he showed an incredulous expression, "What did you say?"
The Little Paperman looked at Gu Yuan and only felt that this guy seemed a bit dull.
If its master hadn’t let it keep an eye on him, it wouldn’t even want to bother with him.
Gu Yuan naturally didn’t know that the Little Paperman was somewhat annoyed with him now.
"He’s not considered a human, you can call him a Human Gu, or a Gu Child. He was implanted with special Gu seeds while still in his mother’s womb.
If the Gu seeds’ backlash cannot be endured, there will be a miscarriage, and those who can withstand it and are safely born will be implanted with more Gu seeds.
Human Gu raised in this way do not have human consciousness, they’re no different from other Gu Worms..."
Seeing the compassion on Gu Yuan’s face, the Little Paperman, mimicking its master’s way of comforting people, patted Gu Yuan on the shoulder.
"Saving him won’t help, he can’t integrate into the human world."
Gu Yuan: ...
How could a Little Paperman have so many human-like actions and expressions, just like Yun Ran.
"How do you know so much?"
Speaking of this, the Little Paperman immediately became proud.
"Of course I know, Qingfeng Temple has deep resources, and unless it’s a secret our master doesn’t allow us to know, any common knowledge the master knows, we know too!"
Now, Gu Yuan understood a bit why Yun Ran wanted the Little Paperman to accompany him.
Under the Little Paperman’s ’wisecracks and jokes,’ Gu Yuan’s inner compassion was somewhat diverted.
His gaze once again fell on the delicate child sitting obediently under the glass cover, unable to imagine how many life-and-death situations he had overcome to grow to this point.
But clearly, he lived so strongly, yet in the future, it still has nothing to do with him.
Gu Yuan’s fist tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened.
After a long time, he sighed. A child without any human consciousness, perhaps, keeping things as they are is also a kind of mercy for him.
"The success rate of cultivating such a Human Gu is very low, isn’t it?"
The Little Paperman nodded, "It’s not an exaggeration to say it’s one in a thousand miles; even Qingfeng Temple’s Book Collection Tower has only a few records."
As for raising them to adulthood and how powerful they would be, the Little Paperman didn’t know, so it thought to ask its master later.
Gu Yuan, with a heavy heart, found the mother Gu that the Little Paperman described as very beautiful.
Seeing this mother Gu, Gu Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, though he couldn’t tell if it was truly because of its beauty or the influence of the Gu inside his body.
The Little Paperman pointed to the little things nearby, "Those are child Gu. The people in the Gu God Hall are really quite innovative.
Traditional Love Poison is one-to-one, but what they cultivated is like a bee family, with only one mother Gu and a bunch of child Gu.
When needed, just select one strong and one weak child Gu, and it can be used according to the traditional method of Love Poison..."
In this little world, after the chaos of the Xuan Sect, not only were many orthodox Xuan Sect Techniques lost, but even more methods of Evil Cultivators were lost.
The Special Administration Bureau is actually the organization with the most comprehensive understanding of various Xuan Sect forces.
But with Gu Techniques, especially those made through ancient methods, they know very little.
Gu Yuan now just felt a bit overwhelmed; if it weren’t for the Little Paperman giving him ’science popularization,’ he feared he would be outmaneuvered with nothing left of him but bones.
"What should we do now?"
The Little Paperman looked at Gu Yuan, who seemed to be relying on it, and was speechless, "I’m just a magic artifact, and you expect me to help?"
Finally, Gu Yuan could only pick up that glass jar bigger than him and head towards the direction of the stone stairs.
The Little Paperman, at this moment, could help a bit, lifting that huge glass jar together with Gu Yuan.
Meanwhile, the Dragon Spirit finally reached the bottom of the mountain body.
Even though there were few lights below, making it dim, the Dragon Spirit still saw the situation down there clearly, with countless bones scattered messily around.
Now, the Dragon Spirit finally understood where the stench on the giant python came from.
Almost instinctively, a hint of disgust flashed in the Dragon Spirit’s eyes.
[Holy Master~]
The giant python sensed the Dragon Spirit’s aura and paused its action of bashing its head, its voice obviously carrying a hint of grievance.
Seeing a small door not far behind the python, the Dragon Spirit directly spoke, "Move aside!"
The python hesitated for a moment, then squirmed its body, its eyes seemingly about to tear up, but the Dragon Spirit had no intention of comforting anyone now.
Directly bypassing the python, it walked towards the direction of the small door.
A Cold Iron Gate blocked the Dragon Spirit’s path.
The Dragon Spirit lifted its hand, a Dragon Claw appearing faintly. With a force, the extremely hard Cold Iron Gate was crushed to pieces by the phantom Dragon Claw.
Meanwhile, the python behind it was so terrified by the appearing Dragon Claw that it trembled, even ignoring its daily routine of bashing due to head itchiness.
The Dragon Spirit turned to glance at the python, and closer inspection revealed a visible bulge where it seemed if not for its thick skin, its head would have been cracked open by now with all that bashing.
"For something like you, you don’t deserve to grow horns!"
The Dragon Spirit being a Jiao Long transforming into a dragon, if there were any discrimination of bloodlines, there was none. It simply detested such foul existence.
The phantom Dragon Claw squeezed the bulge on the python’s head with force, causing the python to let out a scream of agony.
But this cry was mostly dissipated by a special array at the bottom of the mountain.
The python’s eyes revealed confusion and hurt: [Holy Master, why...]
The Dragon Spirit naturally didn’t explain anything, retracting its Dragon Claw. The python, whose head was crushed, was already lifeless.
Thinking of something, the Dragon Spirit picked out the Demon Core from the giant python and then disdainfully removed its coat, wiping it clean haphazardly.
He remembered that Ginsengfruit liked collecting these, though he didn’t think much of it, he figured it would still be okay to gift it to Ginsengfruit to play around with.
After handling the python, the Dragon Spirit walked with leisure strides towards the space behind the Cold Iron Gate.
Entering in, the trace of Essence of the Heavenly Way previously sensed became even more intense.
Now, the Dragon Spirit was more certain than ever that there absolutely was the Heavenly Dao’s essence here; he really didn’t expect it to fall into the hands of these people in the Gu Shrine.
No wonder the creations they nurtured all surpassed normal standards.
