What did Zhang Yang see?
That python king, who should have been extremely cautious and highly vigilant, was actually… asleep.
My god.
You look down on this Yang that much?
You were so sure this Yang wouldn't come back for a second round?
But what kind of posture is this of yours right now?
The perfectly normal real world — how did you manage to turn it into some kind of xianxia fantasy?
Zhang Yang's expression flickered between dark and uncertain as he stared at the python.
The creature was lying flat on the ground, eyes tightly shut.
That alone wouldn't be too strange, but the key point was — there was a faint ring of pale green light surrounding its body.
Very mystical.
"There's nothing mystical about it. Could it possibly be more mystical than this Yang?"
After staring for a while, Zhang Yang calmed down.
If we're really talking about being mystical, this python king was a hundred streets behind him.
This Zhang Yang could casually transform into other species, okay? Ask the python king if he's scared.
So the question was:
Right now, was this guy cultivating? Or recovering from injuries?
After all, Zhang Yang had bitten him quite miserably and left him heavily wounded.
"Hm? One fruit is missing."
The python king lying flat hadn't completely blocked the plant from view.
Zhang Yang noticed that the plant, which originally had three fruits, now only had two left.
"He ate one?"
Could it be because of that fruit that this guy was acting so magical now?
Zhang Yang instantly became extremely interested in the remaining two fruits and really wanted to get one to taste.
However… to eat them, it seemed he first had to kill the python king.
Zhang Yang crept closer to the python king, moving stealthily.
This guy really seemed completely unaware — he showed zero reaction to Zhang Yang's approach.
"Such big guts."
In his heart, Zhang Yang gave a very fair evaluation of the python king's behavior.
Completely immersed in dreamland?
Actually, the python king didn't want this either.
He had been bitten too miserably by Zhang Yang, so after Zhang Yang was finally driven away, he hurriedly ate one fruit — he needed to recover from his injuries quickly.
The side effect of eating the fruit was extreme drowsiness. After eating it, he would fall into a deep, deep sleep.
That was exactly why the python king was completely oblivious to Zhang Yang's return.
He was sleeping very sweetly right now and had no idea the little wolf had come back.
"Now… should I deal with the python king first, or collect these two fruits first?"
A choice was placed before Zhang Yang.
After thinking it over, he decided to collect the fruits first.
He had the system inventory — hiding the fruits was very easy.
If he failed to kill the python king on this trip, at least he would walk away with two fruits — not a total loss.
However, just as Zhang Yang leaped in front of the plant, the system suddenly popped up.
"Ding! Detected immature spirit fruits. Would you like to harvest them?"
Immature?
Zhang Yang paused.
If the fruits weren't ripe, eating them would greatly reduce the effect.
"How much longer until these fruits are mature?"
"Ding! The spirit fruits require another 15 days to fully mature."
15 days.
Zhang Yang felt he could probably wait.
What if the fruits became extremely useful once they ripened?
Alright then — deal with the python king first.
Having made his decision, Zhang Yang jumped onto the python king's vital spot — the seven-inch area (the critical point behind the head).
Same old place.
But this time, Zhang Yang took a good, long look at the python king's seven-inch spot.
"Looks like the effect of that fruit is pretty impressive."
The python king's seven-inch area was rapidly healing under the green light.
The speed was almost comparable to Zhang Yang's own limb-regeneration ability.
"But… it doesn't seem like it can heal faster than I can destroy it, right?"
Zhang Yang grinned wickedly. He decided to interrupt the python king's sweet dream.
The moment Zhang Yang's wolf jaws clamped onto the python king's seven-inch spot again —
The python king let out a miserable scream.
His beautiful dream was shattered. The pain of fresh wounds on top of old ones was simply torturous.
When the python king saw that the one who injured him again was still Zhang Yang, he completely lost it.
You damn thing — you really think your snake grandpa has no way to deal with you?
Fine. Snake grandpa is angry now. Today, even if it means abandoning those two fruits, I'm going to kill you!
The python king's body suddenly shot forward.
He wanted to fight Zhang Yang, but he still didn't want to damage that plant.
If he could kill Zhang Yang without harming the plant, that would be ideal.
This action actually suited Zhang Yang's intentions perfectly.
He was planning to wait for those two fruits to ripen, after all.
Enduring the pain all over its body, the python king carried Zhang Yang to the other side of the underground space — an area with nothing he needed to protect. Now it was time to go all out.
During the python king's mad dash while carrying Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang wasn't idle either — he savagely bit the seven-inch spot several more times.
When they reached the open area, the python king rolled violently.
You little wolf, didn't you like staying on your snake grandpa's body?
Fine — if you've got the guts, don't come down. I'll crush you to death, you bastard!
How heavy was the python king?
Even if only a section of his body pressed down, it was more than enough to make Zhang Yang suffer.
Zhang Yang felt as if he had been run over by the giant steel roller in front of a road compactor.
His internal organs felt displaced.
But his bones held firm — no major damage.
"You dare to press your Grandpa Yang? You're asking for a biting."
Even though he was being crushed painfully, it wasn't fatal.
After his talent enhancement, Zhang Yang's physique had reached 60 points — this level of pressure couldn't kill him.
Instead, it only ignited his ferocity even more.
And so the vicious cycle began.
The python king was dead set on crushing Zhang Yang to death — or at the very least forcing him off the seven-inch spot.
Unfortunately, the python king had underestimated Zhang Yang's determination. The wolf simply refused to let go. The claws on all four paws popped out like eagle talons, hooking deeply into the python's flesh.
And Zhang Yang had locked onto the python king's seven-inch spot — determined to bite straight through it.
But biting all the way through was easier said than done. The python's diameter was enormous — Zhang Yang would have to bury almost half his body inside to achieve what he had in mind.
The python king sensed Zhang Yang's intention. He realized that rolling around wasn't going to shake the wolf off.
So the python king thought of another method.
He would bulldoze forward — using his head to smash through the rock layer, carving out a narrow snake tunnel that could only fit his own body.
That way, the little wolf clinging to him like a malignant tumor would be squeezed off.
Soon, Zhang Yang experienced firsthand how brutal this move was.
It truly felt like someone was pressing his wolf face against the wall and grinding it hard.
Even with his Tough Skin talent, he couldn't withstand this kind of abuse — his face was about to get disfigured.
"Python King, you forced me to do this."