The disciple's face was still flushed with the excitement of tasting his first Spirit Fruit and the ecstasy of being entrusted with an important task by the Sect Leader. He felt he had taken a great leap toward success.
But soon, his tense body began to relax involuntarily, and his knitted brow gradually smoothed out.
His expression grew increasingly slack, the corners of his mouth curling upward on their own.
His gaze became unfocused, his pupils losing their sharpness.
His whole body went soft, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, even stretching out comfortably.
The bizarre scene left Xuanyuan looking on with shock and suspicion.
'Could the Guixi Sect really be an ancient demonic sect?'
'Are they able to attack the holder of the parent fruit directly through the connection of the Spirit Fruit?'
Just then, the disciple lying on the ground let out a muffled sound from deep in his throat:
"This fruit... is so delicious..."
