Chapter 15

In the Beasthead Canyon, at the Eagle's Nest Cliff, this was the place where Tanggu had discovered the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree."

Amidst the silence, a faint, discordant sound could be heard. It was a small, snow-white weasel, resembling both a mouse and a cat, no larger than a fist, with a slender body and short, strong limbs. Its fur was silver-white, faintly glowing, and its eyes were like embedded black gemstones, making it look extremely adorable.

At that moment, it was using its front paws to move the dead branches on the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree." However, its strength was a bit weak, and Tanggu had deliberately transplanted two thorny bushes to protect the tree, so it couldn't move the branches easily. It managed to pull away a few dead branches but was helpless against the thorny bushes. One of its front paws was even scratched, bleeding, and it was so anxious that it scratched its ears and cheeks, making loud cries.

Among the dead branches, the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree" emitted a radiant light, with red mist rising and blood-red light rays shining through. A rich fragrance began to spread in all directions, indicating that it was close to maturity. No wonder it had attracted this little weasel.

Weasels are known for their intelligence and ability to identify precious natural treasures. At this moment, it seemed to know that the fruit inside was very valuable, so even with its paw scratched, it was unwilling to give up.

At this moment, a gray figure, like a gentle breeze, stepped on the dead branches and quickly approached. Seeing the situation, the figure's left hand transformed into a large palm and grabbed the snow-white weasel, imprisoning it in his hand.

Then, the figure revealed himself to be Tanggu, who had designed and killed the Illusory Flame Bronze Eagle and rushed here. He stood beside the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree."

The snow-white weasel, hearing the sound behind it, sensed something was wrong and tried to escape, but it was too late. No matter how it struggled, the man's hand seemed to have a sticky force, making its limbs gradually soften and weaker. In the end, it could only lie obediently in the man's palm, its eyes, like black gemstones, filled with fear and curiosity, looking at the newcomer.

Tanggu, seeing the dead branches partially cleared by the weasel, almost reaching the "Little Blood Vein Fruit," couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed his worries were not unfounded. After killing the Illusory Flame Bronze Eagle, the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree" was left unguarded, and its fragrance could not be hidden. If he had arrived any later, most of the fruit would have ended up in the weasel's stomach, and all his efforts would have been in vain.

Thinking of this, Tanggu smiled, not really angry. He reached out to push the dead branches back in place and then sat down to meditate.

He had already made up his mind to stay here until the "Little Blood Vein Fruit" was fully mature, then pick and consume it before leaving. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about someone else taking advantage of the situation.

After sitting down, Tanggu raised his hand and held the snow-white weasel upside down, examining it closely. When he first arrived, he was too anxious to look closely and immediately grabbed it to check the fruit tree. Now that the tree was safe, he wanted to see who this troublemaker was.

At first glance, the snow-white weasel looked incredibly adorable, with its eyes full of intelligence. Tanggu was momentarily stunned as various pieces of knowledge flashed through his mind, finally settling on one thing, his eyes brightening: "A Silver Snow Weasel?"

His voice still carried a hint of disbelief.

The Silver Snow Weasel, although only a low-level first-stage beast, was not known for its rank but for its rarity. It was skilled at finding natural treasures, which it would eat to enhance its strength. This weasel could advance in rank!

Moreover, its ability to find treasures was something many beasts lacked. Thinking of this, Tanggu couldn't help but smile. It seemed this Silver Snow Weasel had been here for more than a day or two, but the Illusory Flame Bronze Eagle had been circling overhead, preventing it from getting a chance. As soon as he lured the eagle away, the weasel had pounced. If it weren't for its small size and strength, it might have succeeded.

No wonder, he thought. The time it took to kill the Illusory Flame Bronze Eagle was not long, only about fifteen minutes, with most of the time spent luring the eagle into the small canyon and rushing back. Even if the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree" was very fragrant, it was unlikely that a beast would just happen to arrive so quickly. It must have been lurking nearby, but his quick kill of the eagle left it with nothing to gain and instead made it a target for him.

However, such a rare weasel was hard to find, with only one in a thousand weasels being a Silver Snow Weasel, a mutated variety. Tanggu had no intention of killing it to extract its soul.

But how to handle this little weasel was a problem. Tanggu rested his chin in his hand, deep in thought.

If he sold it, some noble families who liked to keep beasts would be willing to pay a high price. Not only for its treasure-finding ability but also for its adorable appearance, which would make some noble ladies swoon. He could easily sell it for seven or eight hundred stone coins.

But after some thought, Tanggu dismissed this idea. Stone coins were easy to come by, but rare weasels were hard to find. Although it was currently a young Silver Snow Weasel with limited abilities, finding another one in the future would be even more difficult. He might not have such good luck again.

This weasel could advance in rank, and he was about to practice the "Ancient Soul Technique," which included the ability to control beasts. It was said that at its peak, one could control all the beasts in the world, driving endless waves of beasts, and a single person could overthrow a nation.

Although he didn't have such power now, he could use this Silver Snow Weasel to practice. If he successfully tamed it, it would be another pleasant surprise from discovering the "Little Blood Vein Fruit Tree," and its value would be no less than the fruit itself.

With this in mind, Tanggu no longer hesitated. He gently placed the Silver Snow Weasel in his palm, then tore a piece of soft cloth from his inner garment to bandage its wound.

At first, the weasel struggled, thinking Tanggu was going to harm it, but gradually, it calmed down as it saw that Tanggu was only bandaging its wound. Its black eyes watched Tanggu's efforts quietly.

Finally, after a short while, Tanggu finished bandaging the weasel's injured front paw. The once all-white weasel now had a large bow on its left front paw, looking like a wounded patient. He then placed it on the ground.

PS: This is the first update for last night. Sorry for the wait, everyone.

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