s the rush, little grass!" Within a moment, Qin Yi was in front of the grass, blocking it with his hand.
    "Qin Yi, move! This deity grass needs to pass!" The grass circumvented him, riding its lightning roots.
    "Trying to get past?" Qin Yi chuckled, performing "Three Steps of Floating Cloud," appearing before the grass again.
    "What do you want!" the grass roared in frustration, desperate to reclaim its hard-earned lightning.
    "Little grass, stop pretending. You can't beat that turtle bell! How about I help you retrieve the lightning, and you call me Big Brother?" Qin Yi suggested, smiling coldly.
    "Think this deity will call you Big Brother?! You’re delusional! You might be my little brother!" scoffed the grass.
    Qin Yi retreated with "Floating Cloud Steps," sitting lazily on a stone, watching the grass.
    "Ridiculous!" The grass sighed but continued toward the bell.
    "You’ll be begging for my help soon!" Qin Yi laughed sinisterly, unsettling anyone who saw him.
    The grass pushed forward with its thunder, shouting at the bell, "Damn bell, get lost for this deity!"
    Purple-gold lightning bolts struck the bell, but to no avail. A golden wave flew at the grass, hitting it with heavy force.
    "Ahh!" the grass screamed as it was flung back.
    Qin Yi's silhouette blurred as he appeared behind the grass, catching it gently.
    "Clang!"
    The bell's oppressive chime intensified, pressing against the five thunder spears. Lightning occasionally leaked from the spears, dissipating in the air.
    "So, have you thought it over, little one?" Qin Yi asked, smiling warmly.
    "I’m not your little one, don’t call me that! I don’t need your help!" the defiant grass replied.
    Qin Yi suddenly let go, and the grass fell to the ground with a thud.
    "Ouch, my leaves!"
    The grass moaned in pain while Qin Yi feigned innocence, infuriating it further.
    "Qin Yi, what are you doing!"
    "Didn’t you say you didn’t need my help?" Qin Yi responded playfully, like a child wronged, as if none of this was his fault.
    "You... you... Qin Yi, you scoundrel!" cursed the grass.
    Qin Yi shrugged and smiled without replying.
    The five thunder spears in front of the bell were shrinking. Seeing this, the grass panicked.
    "Qin Yi, help me retrieve my five thunders, and I’ll call you Big Brother," it conceded.
    Qin Yi smiled brightly at the words. Picking up the grass, it transformed into a purple-gold necklace around his neck.
    "Turtle bell, give me back my little brother’s thunder!"
    Qin Yi’s demeanor changed completely.
    "Whoosh~"
    He drew his blood-red sword, purple-gold lightning swirling at his feet, becoming a phantom.
    "Three Steps of Floating Cloud."
    Qin Yi’s phantom-like figure arrived before the bel

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