Bamboo Mound

This piece of meat, the weakest of all, is a rib. It has been deboned and is covered in blood streaks, making it bright red, as if it had just been slaughtered!

Following the muscle fibers, he first cut off a handful of flesh from the top, poked a small hole in it, inserted a bamboo seed into it, and then activated the blood plant.

Under the influence of spiritual energy, the piece of tiger meat trembled slightly, its surface shimmering with a strange dark red glow, and it surged toward the bamboo seed!

Then the tiger meat shrank at a visible speed, and the already small piece was completely absorbed into the bamboo seed in just a few breaths!

However, without any other intervention from Ning Chang, this piece of tiger meat could only thicken the bamboo seed to the thickness of two fingers, and it couldn't even sprout!

"Eliminating cultivators at the second level of Spirit Fusion is extremely slow. Based on size, it would take half a person to cultivate a single bamboo plant at the second level of Spirit Fusion."

"...That's true. I'm almost at the fetal heart stage. I can just use a bamboo leaf to defeat a spirit, if I could get a spirit to help me."

"There are also those at the eighth level of Spirit Fusion, whose strength is about the same, but that probably won't be enough either."

Ning Chang muttered to himself as he threw away the wooden box containing the second and eighth level Spirit Fusion tiger meat, and continued his experiments with the remaining four levels of tiger meat.

Since he hadn't studied it in depth, and it didn't take much time to test the speed one by one, he quickly gained a preliminary understanding of the speed of blood planting.

Judging from my current level, I need a sacrifice of the second stage of fetal heart to make the bamboo seed achieve "instant growth" and grow to two-thirds of the size of a mature bamboo in half a breath, which is enough for an attack.

However, he tested this with a piece of tiger meat the size of a fist. If the size of the offering were not limited, he estimated that even a person at the eighth or ninth level of the Spirit Platform could achieve this.

Unlike bamboo that grows from withered roots, the finished product grown from blood plants doesn't change much on the surface. It still has a sky-blue main color. However, at the branch forks and in the veins on the back of the bamboo leaves, there are strands of dark red blood vessels, with tiny specks of light shimmering within them, revealing a slightly eerie and bewitching aura.

At the same time, after a brief comparison, Ning Chang also discovered that the green bamboo grown using blood plants was not as solid as usual, or rather, it had much less rigidity. The edges of the bamboo leaves were still sharp, but the leaf surface was as soft as willow branches, making it no longer suitable for chopping.

"The original power has been weakened, but the activation speed from the Fetal Heart Realm onwards is very fast, which is suitable when a short period of retention is needed... In that case, why don't I just use the original version?"

He raised an eyebrow, taking the remark as a joke. With such a rapid start-up speed and the ability to successfully infiltrate and deplete the enemy's energy, it was bound to be somewhat useful.

"Then came the connectivity test with the spirit core, but..."

He worried that the blood plant would also use the spirit core as a product, indirectly affecting him.

But this concern did not deter him from his investigation. Without much thought, he activated his spirit core and began to establish a link with the Blood Plant Green Spirit Bamboo.

This time it was much easier than withering and growing. After the Blood Plant Green Spirit Bamboo stopped operating, it would not change at all. It would remain the same as it was after it was induced to grow, except that it no longer had a high level of spirituality and required some communication.

However, it only took him the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea to successfully connect the spirit core to it.

Ning then closed his eyes and focused intently on examining the changes within himself, wary of the side effects brought about by the blood plant.

However, after a while, he did not feel any obvious changes in his body, so he relaxed and proceeded to the next step.

To his regret, although the Green Spirit Bamboo grown through the Blood Plant could be connected to the Spirit Core, it could not control its growth and the transmission of spiritual power through the Spirit Core.

"Whether it's connected or not makes no difference; it's just another independent operating system."

He realized that if he wanted to use blood plants to initiate the process, he needed to calculate the number of offerings in advance to control the scale; otherwise, it would be difficult to change their form after the blood plants stopped operating.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that. Besides, it requires sacrificing flesh and blood as a prerequisite. It's impossible to strike first. Using pre-prepared offerings is too conspicuous. Throwing them into the enemy's body during the pre-battle preparation period without being discovered is also unrealistic. We can only use it as a surprise attack between moves."

Even if one learns these two new, faster methods of catalysis, it only increases one's attack methods and approaches, without directly increasing power or intensity.

However, Ning Chang was already quite satisfied with this, after all, he had gained something, and he was not a warmonger.

He sighed and destroyed the Green Spirit Bamboo in front of him, then forced it to grow again, controlling it to accelerate its growth.

"Then there's the impact of the products. As for bamboo, the products should only be considered bamboo species... bamboo leaves can also be considered, but bamboo leaves can't be eaten."

A single Green Spirit Bamboo can produce hundreds or even thousands of bamboo seeds. If we don't consider the strength iteration, the bamboo seeds produced in this one go will be enough for him to use for a long time to come!

Since there were no living creatures that could be captured to participate in the test at the moment, and he did not want to spend any more time observing the behavior, he only tested the growth rate of the new generation of blood bamboo and then hastily ended the test.

As the book describes, these bamboo species, whether growing rapidly or withering, cannot be forced to grow too quickly. Even with all efforts to force their growth, they cannot compare to the blood plants that use the flesh and blood of the Fusion Realm as sacrifices!

Conversely, with the same offering size, replacing the offering with the meat of a Crimson-Winged Horned Tiger at the seventh level of the Spirit Platform would achieve the same effect as the original second-level Fetal Heart. This discovery brought him unexpected joy, as the cost of initiating the attack had been significantly reduced.

But upon further reflection, he couldn't think of any suitable name, and he didn't need this cost-cutting measure that had already reached the point of being outdated.

"Hmm..."

At this moment, his research drive had dissipated, leaving only a relaxed and lazy attitude. He lay back with a drawn-out murmur, gazing at the already dusky sky.

After a long while, as the morning glow faded, he seemed to remember something, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, shook his head to one side, but his gaze fell squarely on the few wooden boxes that were still open.

Unconsciously, the spiritual energy mask covering his face dissipated, and a strange fragrance filled the air, making him somewhat drool.

Then a sudden wave of hunger struck, making my stomach churn, and my gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the red-winged tiger meat draped over the edge of the wooden box.

Just as he had unknowingly crawled to his knees in front of several wooden boxes and grabbed the strips of meat with both hands, he suddenly came to his senses, his eyes widened, and he put them all away and cleaned the blood off his hands.

"So it was still affected? When did this happen?" He couldn't help but feel a little scared.