System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

Deep in the dense tropical rainforest, sunlight filters through the thick canopy, casting dappled shadows and shimmering light, shrouding this ancient and mysterious land in a veil of mystery.

After a thrilling adventure, Zhang Hao, Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, and Zhang Qilin were finally able to rest and embarked on their journey home along the winding path.

Just as the four were immersed in the peace and relaxation of their return, a sudden burst of laughter shattered the harmony.

The fat man suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he pointed to an open space not far away.

"Hey, look over there! There's a kid in the rainforest!"

The fat man's voice was filled with disbelief and excitement, but it was quickly replaced by a hint of doubt.

In this remote and dangerous jungle, even adults struggle to survive, let alone a child who has no means of protecting himself.

Upon hearing this, Wu Tianzhen frowned, a glimmer of reminiscence flashing in her eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic:

"When I was a child, the elders in my family told me some ancient legends."

Legend has it that in the deepest, dense forests grows a thousand-year-old spiritual creature—ginseng.

These ginsengs absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and over time, they will transform into human form and walk among the forest.

But to capture such a spirit creature, it must be bound with a red rope; otherwise, it will instantly burrow into the ground and vanish without a trace.

At this point, Wu Tianzhen paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, seemingly searching for resonance, or perhaps questioning herself.

After all, such legends sound too fantastical and are far removed from the reality we live in.

Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately shook his head, his face full of disapproval:

"Naive, your story is way too far-fetched!"

How could there be ginseng in a tropical rainforest, and even human form?

That's clearly nonsense!

"I think that child is probably a mountain spirit, something even more precious than a thousand-year-old ginseng. We need to hurry over and check it out."

Zhang Hao remained silent, his gaze fixed on the child, whose figure appeared and disappeared among the trees.

Suddenly, Zhang Hao said to everyone:

"Whatever it is, we have to go and see."

"Everyone be careful, we're following."

So the four of them walked through the dense bushes, trying not to make too much noise so as not to disturb the child.

As they got closer, they discovered that the child was exceptionally agile, as if he knew the jungle inside and out. Every leap he made precisely avoided obstacles, which far exceeded the capabilities of an ordinary child.

Just as they were about to get closer, the child suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at them with his clear, watery eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and an indescribable sense of oppression enveloped the four of them.

Just then, a system notification sounded in Zhang Hao's mind.

[Ding! Rare item cinnamon detected.]

Zhang Hao was taken aback when he heard this. The child was indeed a miraculous medicine, just as he had guessed.

It is said that cinnamon has the power to bring the dead back to life and heal flesh from bones.

They are born in human form, and the more they resemble humans, the stronger the medicine.

Such a rare and precious herb is certainly not something to be missed.

Currently, we are only 60 system experience points away from upgrading the All Things Integration System to level 10, and every point of experience is very important.

He immediately burst forward at top speed, trying to grab the child who had taken the form of cinnamon.

Zhang Hao acted swiftly and decisively, knowing full well that the opportunity was fleeting and that once the cinnamon tree escaped, finding it again would be nearly impossible.

He accelerated suddenly, the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble with his momentum, and the branches and leaves were torn apart by his figure, making a rustling sound.

However, just as he was about to touch the child, a strange power suddenly erupted from the child's body, forming a faint halo that gently repelled him.

Zhang Hao felt a gentle yet irresistible force coming towards him, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, which surprised him inwardly.

"It's really not that simple!"

Zhang Hao thought to himself, while quickly adjusting his state and preparing to launch another attack.

He knew that when facing such a spiritual object, he had to go all out and could not slack off in the slightest.

Seeing this, Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, and Zhang Qilin also tensed up. Although they were surprised by Zhang Hao's sudden action, they quickly realized the seriousness of the situation. The three of them quickly spread out, approaching the child in an encircling formation, while vigilantly observing their surroundings to prevent any unforeseen events.

"Uncle, be careful! This kid might be something else."

Wu Tianzhen reminded him in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Zhang Hao responded, his gaze fixed on the child, searching for the next opportunity to attack.

Before long, Zhang Hao noticed that the traces left by the cinnamon seemed to follow a certain pattern.

He stopped and carefully analyzed the footprints on the ground, the trampled leaves, and the faint, almost imperceptible scent of fruit in the air.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind—cinnamon, as a spiritual creature, although agile and powerful, might also have its weaknesses.

This vulnerability is precisely a kind of dependence or habit that it has to exhibit in order to survive.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao quickly realized that although cinnamon could transform into a child and move around, it was still a plant and needed the nutrients from the soil, so its range of movement was also limited.

Zhang Hao set a trap within Rougui's activity area, then hid nearby to observe and wait for the prey to fall into his trap.

Time passed by, and the air was filled with an increasingly rich aroma of fruit.

Finally, cinnamon reappeared in their sight.

It stepped into Zhang Hao's carefully designed trap step by step.

Just as Rougui was about to hit the trap, Zhang Hao decisively pulled the mechanism on the network cable.

A giant net descended from the sky, trapping the cinnamon firmly within it.

Cinnamon was clearly stunned by this sudden turn of events. It struggled desperately, but the network cable was too strong, and no matter how hard it tried, it could not break free.

Just then, a miraculous change occurred.

The trapped cinnamon gradually shrank, eventually transforming into something resembling a ginseng fruit that shone with a soft light and exuded a rich fruity aroma.

The ginseng fruit was crystal clear, as if it contained boundless vitality and healing power, making one want to take a bite.

Zhang Hao, Wu Tianzhen, and the others looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and joy.

They thus captured cinnamon, a legendary medicinal herb.

"Brother Zhang Hao, I never expected this thing to be so amazing. What do you think of the taste?"

The fat man drooled as he spoke.

Wu Tianzhen was also staring intently at the cinnamon, constantly swallowing her saliva.