Yan Jiaojiao looked at him in surprise, unsure whether to thank him for saving her or to ask him to stop scaring her.
However, before Yan Jiaojiao could speak, the ground beneath her suddenly caved in, forming a black hole. Caught off guard, Yan Jiaojiao immediately fell in!
As she plunged downwards, Yan Jiaojiao shot a panicked glance at Dongfang Cangwu, as if to say: See, this isn't my fault. You're the one who threw me here to make a pit!
Damn it!
Dongfang Cangwu took a deep breath, his face grim, and pursued her into the dark pit.
Fortunately, the hole was not deep. Yan Jiaojiao landed on the ground, but the stones there made her pain exquisite.
Dongfang Cangwu floated before her and waved his hand, illuminating the dark cave and revealing a small cavern.
"Ugh."
Yan Jiaojiao tried to shield her eyes, but her arm, weakened by the poison, could only be raised halfway. The other hand, used to prop herself up, felt something round and wrong beneath it. Yan Jiaojiao couldn't help but look down and was stunned into silence.
Beneath her were not stones, but a pile of human bones she had scattered!
Yan Jiaojiao was speechless. She had lived for a thousand years and seen countless births and deaths. A pile of white bones did not scare her, but being the one to scatter them into a pile was a first.
"My apologies, my apologies." Yan Jiaojiao clumsily climbed off the bones and sat to the side.
Dongfang Cangwu was slightly surprised by Yan Jiaojiao's composure in the face of such a scene, but in the next second, his gaze was drawn to a spiritual herb beside the bones.
The herb was dim and lusterless, yet by the bones, it had bloomed with graceful gray flowers, its intricate petals and slender vines showcasing its unique and eerie beauty.
Next to the flower stood an ancient sword, its hilt still clutched by the hand bones of its owner, even in death.
"God-Devouring Flower."
Yan Jiaojiao also noticed it and blurted out.
When a deity fell and a plant happened to grow nearby, it could absorb the divine body's nutrients and transform into this alluring God-Devouring Flower.
This forest had once been a battlefield where gods clashed in ancient times. It was likely that a wounded deity had hidden here, but ultimately succumbed to death, lying in this lightless pit for over a thousand years, leaving only this God-Devouring Flower and a sword.
Dongfang Cangwu stepped forward and decisively plucked the God-Devouring Flower, his movements swift and precise.
"What are you doing?"
Even though Yan Jiaojiao was still lost in her wistful sadness, she couldn't help but exclaim. Plucking a God-Devouring Flower was an act of great disrespect!
Dongfang Cangwu did not answer. He walked back to Yan Jiaojiao, his long fingers gripping her chin. With a slight pressure, he opened her mouth and shoved the God-Devouring Flower inside.
"Mmph!"
Yan Jiaojiao's eyes widened. Before she could resist, Dongfang Cangwu closed her mouth and slapped her chest, forcing the God-Devouring Flower down her esophagus.
Is this person a pervert?
Yan Jiaojiao was going insane. That was a flower nourished by a corpse. Not only would ordinary people avoid it, but even she, who had lived for millennia, would never dare to pluck one, let alone swallow it!
But as soon as the God-Devouring Flower entered her body, Yan Jiaojiao clearly felt the numbness in her limbs gradually receding. By the time Dongfang Cangwu released her, Yan Jiaojiao felt no discomfort at all.
Yan Jiaojiao stopped crying out and sank into thought.
Dongfang Cangwu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, "The God-Devouring Flower can cure all poisons. From now on, ordinary toxins will not be able to harm you."
Yan Jiaojiao slowly raised her head, staring at Dongfang Cangwu. "How did you know?"
Although they were from two different worlds, this Boundless Continent had some similarities to Yan Jiaojiao's previous world. In the original owner's memories, the God-Devouring Flower was also something no one dared to pick.
Therefore, this was the first time Yan Jiaojiao had learned of the God-Devouring Flower's miraculous effects.
Dongfang Cangwu replied nonchalantly, "I've eaten it."
This person is truly a pervert!
Yan Jiaojiao wanted to cry but had no tears. What normal person would even consider trying a God-Devouring Flower?
Yan Jiaojiao couldn't help but glance again at the cold Dongfang Cangwu, silently worrying about her future. She was weak and helpless now, and she didn't know what this man's intentions were in saving her repeatedly.
Dongfang Cangwu ignored Yan Jiaojiao and walked towards the sword again. With a sweep of his sleeve, he brushed aside the skeletal remains still clutching the hilt and then pulled the sword from the earth.
Yan Jiaojiao took a deep breath. He was indeed acting strangely!
He wouldn't even spare a person's remains. It was just a broken sword.
Dongfang Cangwu held the sword in his hand and gave it a light shake. The sword body began to flake off like a cracked shell, piece by piece. Once the outer layer fell away, it revealed a scabbard inlaid with gems and intricate patterns, and the purple spiritual jade on the hilt shone brilliantly!
It was the top-tier spiritual sword, Zi Yan!
Yan Jiaojiao's mind automatically recalled the original owner's memories. This ancient legendary sword had vanished for millennia. It was said to be able to slay gods in the heavens and demons in the underworld, moving as swiftly as smoke, unstoppable by anyone.
It turned out that Zi Yan had fallen with its master to the depths of this ancient battlefield.
If Dongfang Cangwu hadn't caused Yan Jiaojiao to fall today, damaging the eroded cave ceiling and accidentally discovering this place, who knows how much longer this peerless divine sword would have remained buried.
Facing such a divine artifact, Dongfang Cangwu's eyes lit up. He gripped the hilt and pulled with all his might, but the sword remained motionless.
Dongfang Cangwu frowned. He channeled his spiritual energy and pulled again, but the sword still refused to budge.
"Is it stuck?" Yan Jiaojiao held her breath, having watched intently for a long time, eager to witness the legendary divine sword. Seeing Dongfang Cangwu struggle, she couldn't help but speak, "Is the blade rusted? Try shaking it again?"
Dongfang Cangwu glanced at her thoughtfully and, with a casual flick of his hand, tossed the sword to Yan Jiaojiao. "Your turn."
This was an ancient divine sword!
Yan Jiaojiao fumbled to catch it. It wasn't just that she was inexperienced; she truly lacked resources in this world. It was rare to see such a fine sword, and Yan Jiaojiao couldn't bear to let it drop.
As soon as she touched the sword, Yan Jiaojiao felt a sense of clarity and comfort. While marveling, she examined it closely. The closer she looked at this divine sword, the more radiant it appeared. Even after a thousand years of dormancy, it was still dazzling, with no trace of rust.
Yan Jiaojiao's fingers itched. She gripped the hilt and pulled with all her might, trying to draw it out. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the sword let out a "swish" as it left its scabbard. Yan Jiaojiao, having pulled too hard, nearly lost her grip.
It... came out?
Yan Jiaojiao looked at the sword in her hand doubtfully, then at Dongfang Cangwu. Could it be... he was faking?