BXBX NOVEL Chapter 282: 185 Fell in the Plane of Strong Wind_2
Turning around, Luther threw the bean into his mouth before he could stop him. He crunched down and instantly made a bitter face: “It’s so bitter.”
Regrettably, he’d already chewed it to bits. Unable to spit it out, he swallowed it down instead and complained: “Lord Nage, when did you collect these crappy beans? How could they be so awful?”
Negris didn’t know what to say and asked apprehensively: “Apart from tasting awful, do you feel anything else?”
“Anything else? It’s bitter, bitterly bitter,” Luther replied, pulling a face.
“Anything else?” asked Negris.
Luther shook his head: “Nope.”
“Here, come wipe your nose. You’re nosebleeding,” Negris pointed at Luther’s nose and saw a trickle of blood seeping slowly from his right nostril.
Luther wiped it off, saw that it was indeed blood, and said without a care: “So I am bleeding. Been eating too good, probably got a little heaty.”
“I think you’re, like, running on empty,” Negris blurted out.
Unexpectedly, his off-hand remark made Luther blush. Luther scratched his head and said, “No help. The desert girls are too passionate.”
A lightning in the distance was leisurely chewing on a beetroot. Suddenly, its ears perked up and it sauntered over, a beetroot clamped in its mouth.
It took a moment for Negris to catch on: “Hang on, Luther, are you dating?”
A horse head popped out: “Oh, so you’re dating. No wonder we haven’t seen you around recently. We’ve been fighting our guts out while you’ve been romancing? Is that fair to us?”
“No, no, absolutely not. Don’t you dare babble nonsense. It’s just that you guys didn’t call for me. I’m always ready to serve my lord. But you guys run off on your own every day without calling me. Huh, it’s getting hot, I’m going for a swim.” Luther changed the subject and sprinted towards the distant river.
Luther was not just hot; he was sizzling. Even after a half-hour swim, Luther noticed something was wrong when the heat did not dissipate. He managed to make it over to Ange: “Lord, I feel offbeat. My heart is racing.”
Ange cast two Purify techniques on Luther, improving nothing. On the contrary, Luther’s nose began to bleed again. Ange tried to cast another technique on his face, to stop the nosebleed. However, this was prevented by Negris.
“Bleeding from the nose could be due to high intracranial pressure. Don’t stop the bleeding now. Let’s see what’s happening. Your skin feels hot, and your heartbeat is fast. Could it be that you are poisoned? Do you feel any mental discomfort?” Negris asked.
“I feel extremely excited,” Luther replied, “Was I poisoned? I haven’t eaten anything strange today, except for that bean. Lord Nage, what kind of bean was that?”
Negris shrugged, “I don’t know what kind of bean it was. It was given to us by the Evil God.”
“Oh, my Lord, you’ve killed me. You randomly gave me something from the Evil God to eat,” Luther complained.
“Was it I who fed you? You snatched it yourself. It was you who snatched it, it was you who snatched it!!!” Negris roared angrily, and had he been slobbering, Luther would have been soaked through.
In spite of feeling scorched, Luther’s life was not in danger. So Negris forbade Ange from intervening, and instead gave him a plate of ice cubes.
Luther plunged his head inside, cooling his feverish body slightly before losing control and channeling his fighting spirit. He flailed about with a random set of strikes, causing steam to rise from his body.
After several rounds, he proclaimed his hunger. Ange tossed him two Elf Beans.
After swallowing one Elf Bean, Luther immediately felt a surge of energy. He again launched a random set of strikes. This cycle repeated a few times before he ate the second bean.
Normally, one Elf Bean could satisfy a person’s daily needs. Even for a Sword Saint like Luther, it was impossible to use up the energy of an Elf Bean within half an hour. Clearly, he was undergoing a high-intensity consumption phase.
People rushed to cook up a platter of World Tree buds for him, along with a glass of Holy Essence Liquid to drink.
Upon consuming these high-energy foods, Luther was like a man possessed, flailing about until evening. Eventually, he managed to manifest a Qi Sword with bare hands, collapsed on the ground and murmured, “I have broken through to the High-level Swordsaint.”
Watching Luther sleep soundly on the ground, drooling, Negris had Ange check him. Once ensured that there were no irreversible injuries, he turned his attention back to the single seed and the two beans. His expression was completely different from before.
True to the Evil God’s brand, the effect was amazing. It had managed to upgrade an Early Stage Swordsaint to a High-level Swordsaint on the spot.
The leap from an Early Stage Swordsaint to a High-level Swordsaint is a big hurdle that some people never overcome in their lifetime.
In Luther’s case, that hurdle likely didn’t exist. He was already capable of advancing to the High-level stage just by munching on beetroot. Perhaps that’s why he managed it so smoothly.
Of course, Elf Beans, World Tree buds, and the Holy Essence Liquid probably played a big part in this. Otherwise, the huge energy expenditure during the breakthrough might have led to his collapse and eventual death.
Regardless, these beans were incredible. Able to bring an Early Stage Swordsaint to the next level in one shot made them worthy of the Evil God. Negris, no longer complaining about the Evil God’s stinginess, felt that the trade of a few Elf Beans for such an amazing Upgrade Bean was a steal.
Hmm? It seems there were two Upgrade Beans, which he traded for an Angel’s feather. How many Upgrade Beans could he get for the Little Angel’s pair of wings?
Glancing over, it appeared as if Little Angel could sense something. It scowled back, looking rather menacing.