"Old Lizard, thanks for that 'inhalation'! When my Nascent Soul achieves greatness, I will surely bring generous gifts (the Holy Infant's poisonous vine) to pay you a visit!" Shi Lei shouted into the void toward the volcano (though he was actually very far away), while hurriedly and carefully wrapping the three strands of Purple Flame Grass essence with the Wither-Bloom Holy Vine in the mountain stream, treating them like a nest of newborn turkey chicks (afraid they'd get burned, afraid they'd run off).
The Frost-Poison Holy Infant spat out fire tongues (false fire) "hachi hachi" in the Dantian's purple-gold nebula: "Burp... so warm... burning my tongue... comfortable..."
With its Wither-Bloom Star Malice Eyes, it eagerly stared at the swirling strand of grass essence, only to be pricked "siss" and shrink back by the overbearing fire yuan deep inside the grass essence (with infant-like grievance), "It stings the tongue... gotta wait till it cools down to suck on it..."
Chapter 531