NOVPUBWu Bin had also heard of the Flying Scythe before, said to be a legendary creature somewhat similar to bats, flying at great speeds.
But Wu Bin hadn’t expected that the real Flying Scythe would look like fireflies and could communicate different information through the varying lights on their bodies.
Seeing the expression on Wu Bin’s face, Zhu Ling seemed to know what he was thinking.
"Are you wondering why the Flying Scythe looks so small and so much like a firefly?" Zhu Ling asked.
Wu Bin nodded.
"Yeah, I thought they were almost like fireflies. Why not just call them fireflies? Why the name Flying Scythe?"
Zhu Ling explained, "That’s because there are many types of Flying Scythes, just like there are tall and short people, there are Asians, and there are Caucasians."
"In order to better serve our Dragon Clan, after hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, the Flying Scythe has evolved into dozens of types. The ones you see now are just pathfinder Flying Scythes. These pathfinders have almost no combat ability, but their talent for treasure tracking is hard to match by other races."
"These pathfinder Flying Scythes also have a skill, which is that no matter where they are, they can always precisely distinguish the cardinal directions."
Upon hearing this, Wu Bin’s eyes immediately widened in astonishment.
"Isn’t that a natural compass? With these so-called pathfinder Flying Scythes, you’d never lose your way?"
Many city dwellers might not feel the importance of knowing directions.
Because city folks are now used to navigation systems, and even without them, they can determine directions using nearby buildings and road signs.
But in reality, in the wilderness or in dense forests, or even in the sky or at sea, if you lose your sense of direction, it’s a very fatal situation.
This is also why airplanes and ships are very afraid of thunderstorms.
Because the destructive power of thunderstorms is actually quite ordinary, but they release strong electromagnetic fields that interfere with all signals and positioning systems.
Ships and airplanes without a sense of direction can easily circle in place.
Once they run out of fuel, the only thing awaiting them is a dead end.
That’s also why Wu Bin was genuinely excited when he heard that these pathfinder Flying Scythes could always clear up direction no matter where they were.
"Can I really not control them? How do you usually control them? Teach me," he said.
Seeing that Wu Bin was still persistent, Zhu Ling said with a smile, "Actually, it’s not too complicated. The Flying Scythes need to be fed with the fresh blood of our Dragon Clan; they only obtain strength through the Dragon Clan’s bloodline. If you really want to control them, it’s quite simple. Take a knife, cut a wound on your hand, and if any Flying Scythe is willing to accept your blood, you will naturally form a connection."
After saying this, Zhu Ling handed a dagger to Wu Bin.
She knew that with Wu Bin’s personality, he was definitely going to try it, so she had prepared the dagger in advance.
Without further ado, Wu Bin took the dagger from Zhu Ling’s hand and made a cut on his forearm.
As fresh blood started flowing from the wound, a small group of Flying Scythes that had been fluttering around Zhu Ling seemed drawn to it and flew straight towards Wu Bin’s cut.
Instinctively, Wu Bin thought to dodge, but Zhu Ling was picking wildflowers nearby while saying, "You’d be better off staying still. Even if the Flying Scythes don’t like your blood, they won’t hurt you. But if you scare them by moving now, I can’t guarantee what will happen next."
Knowing that Zhu Ling wouldn’t harm him, Wu Bin decided to heed her advice and stood completely still.
After a while, the Flying Scythes gradually began to land around the wound on Wu Bin’s arm.
Only then did Wu Bin seriously and closely examine the appearance of the legendary Flying Scythes.
Indeed, they were like bats; their hands were their wings, equipped with sharp claws. Wu Bin had no doubts that if they had shown any hostility toward him just now, he would not have been a match for the Flying Scythes.
As the first flying sickle settled onto Wu Bin’s arm, it drank a bit of Wu Bin’s fresh blood.
A very odd connection was established between Wu Bin and this flying sickle.
It was a marvelous link, one that Wu Bin found impossible to explain.
If he had to describe it, it was as if the flying sickle had become a part of his own body, functioning just like his limbs. He could not only fully control it, but also sacrifice it to save his queen when necessary, without the flying sickle feeling the slightest bit of resentment or hesitation.
After sensing the flying sickle’s loyalty in the spiritual world, Wu Bin went all out, slapping his wound periodically to prevent the blood from clotting.
Consequently, more and more flying sickles feeding on Wu Bin’s blood began to gather around him. In no time at all, a large swarm had amassed by his side.
Zhu Ling’s complexion changed instantly upon seeing this.
These flying sickles were originally hers, but now they had all flocked to Wu Bin, which could only mean they found Wu Bin’s blood more powerful and superior to hers.
"How is this possible!"
Zhu Ling could hardly believe her eyes.
She knew that Wu Bin had the Phoenix Bloodline flowing through his veins, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to heal so quickly after such serious injuries.
But the flying sickles belonged to the Dragon Clan, not the kin of the Phoenix.
So from a certain perspective, even if Wu Bin’s Phoenix Bloodline were extremely rare, it shouldn’t appeal to the flying sickles’ tastes!
"All of you, come back to me!"
Zhu Ling was angered.
She had released so many flying sickles, and now a significant portion were surrounding Wu Bin, no longer willing to accept her commands.
Feeling that more and more flying sickles were in harmony with his intentions, Wu Bin instantly felt as if he had unlocked the entire map!
These flying sickles didn’t possess any complex thoughts, only the simplest emotions, along with various pieces of information they saw and heard.
Once Wu Bin found harmony with these flying sickles, it was as if they had all become his eyes, ears, and nose!
This feeling was truly marvelous!
"Feels good, doesn’t it?"
Zhu Ling stood with her arms crossed over her chest, huffing as she looked at Wu Bin.
"We agreed to let you try it out, but you ended up stealing so many of my flying sickles. Tell me, how do you plan to compensate me!"
Wu Bin felt somewhat embarrassed.
"You said I couldn’t control them, so I just gave it a try. How was I to know you were wrong?"
"As for compensation, I can take you out for a few more all-you-can-eat meals, how about that?"
Zhu Ling was on the verge of going mad. 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
She had lost so many flying sickles, and Wu Bin was trying to fob her off with just a couple of buffet meals.
"No way, two meals aren’t enough, at least four!"
