C41 The Wind Qilin Caused Trouble
C41 The Wind Qilin Caused Trouble
The sudden change caught Shou Liang off guard. In a hurry, he activated his spiritual energy shield and was about to escape. Suddenly, his feet sank, and the small beast appeared under his feet at some unknown time. A pair of claws grabbed his feet and dragged him down!
Just like that, he was delayed. The torrential lava had already landed on his body. The spiritual energy shield seemed to have caught fire and started burning. In an instant, he turned into a man of fire. He screamed and fell into the Magma Pool. He floated a few times and disappeared without a trace.
The magma pillar was over sixty meters tall, and the exploding magma seemed to have turned into a huge umbrella. All the surrounding cultivators were covered in it. Feng Yimo was dumbfounded as he saw that everyone had died in the magma before they could escape. The huge magma wave rushed out for several miles and arrived at the foot of the small mountain where he was.
After witnessing the tragic scene, Feng Yimo was drenched in sweat. He licked his dry lips and felt deep respect for nature.
The Third Grade small beast coldly looked at the remaining humans and was about to pounce over and devour them. Suddenly, the spiritual energy in its stomach surged. It was the effect of the Spiritual Fruit. It quickly turned into a ray of green light and flew away, looking for a place to digest it.
Feng Yimo wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Just now, the beast-sized little beast gave him a chill on his back. He was so scared that he wanted to run for his life. Unexpectedly, the little guy suddenly turned around and left. After a while, he found that the temperature of the magma had dropped a lot. Only the center of the magma was still very high. In the vast expanse, he was the only living person. He hurriedly took out the three-legged alchemy furnace and struck out a fire incantation, drawing out a stream of earth fire. He started to heat up the furnace and prepare to concoct the pill.
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Ten days later, all the medicinal Magma Pools had cooled down and turned into charred lava. Feng Yimo left in satisfaction. However, before he left, he still went to the place where the magma pillar had exploded. He was looking forward to discovering something, even those medicinal Storage Bags that had been swallowed by the magma. In fact, what he was looking forward to the most was Beast Liang's medicinal Storage Bags, because there was a beast taming flute inside. In the end, he was disappointed. The surging magma had drowned everything.
However, there were dozens of bottles of spirit pills inside his Storage Bag. They were all refined by him. In ten days, he would be able to refine grade two spirit pills. If others were to find out, their eyeballs would definitely fall to the ground. This was because he had the experience of refining pills in his previous life. What he lacked was just technique. s. Moreover, he did not have a level three spirit medicine.
In these ten days, other than refining pills, Feng Yimo only looked at the jade slip in Wu Shang's Storage Bag. He already had the Yin-yang Spell and Nine Astral Wind Mantra. He did not need anything else. Even if it was the Absolute Soul Sect's Suo Hunyan refining method, he did not care about it at all. But he was full of interest in a jade slip. He kept looking at it when he was free.
This was a jade slip that recorded all kinds of interesting cultivation stories, and it recorded many things that were related to the foreign battlefield.
The death rate of the foreign battleground was extremely high, and it could be said that it was a narrow escape. However, it was also a place filled with all kinds of fortuitous encounters. The reason Wu Shang stepped into the Golden Core Late Period realm at the age of 60 was because he had once gone to the foreign battleground and obtained a rare medicinal Spiritual Fruit. After consuming it, he directly advanced from the Golden Core Early Period realm to the Golden Core Late Period realm. There, he lived a life of fear and anxiety every day, but there were pleasant surprises everywhere.
There was once a very famous rumor. A Foundation Establishment cultivator named Wang Lin offended a Nascent Infant Patriarch. Supposedly, killing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was no different than killing an ant, but that ruthless character risked his life to enter the foreign battleground and obtain great fortune. In just 400 years, he became a Nascent Infant cultivator and found the enemy of Great Cultivator of the Nascent Infant Late Period to take revenge.
This legend encouraged countless cultivators to enter the foreign battleground and search for their own opportunities. Feng Yimo was fascinated by this scene and wished that he had the chance to go to the foreign battleground as well. However, he didn't lose his mind. With his Qi Training Period cultivation base, even if he entered the battlefield, he would still be sending himself to his death. At the very least, he had to be at the Golden Core Period realm. Therefore, the most important thing right now was to quickly improve his cultivation base.
When he arrived at the edge of the original Magma Pool, he turned his head and looked back. Who would know that dozens of cultivators had been buried in the depths of the volcano? This time, he had almost died, which made him feel that danger lurked everywhere. He had to increase his cultivation speed and increase his cultivation. Only by increasing his cultivation would he be able to protect himself.
Two days later, Feng Yimo returned to the herbal field and announced that he was going into seclusion. He was cultivating the Nine Astral Wind Mantra of the Feng Family, because the Yin-yang Spell was only at the fifth level of Qi Refinement and below. Now that he was at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, he naturally could not continue cultivating without a follow-up cultivation technique. The Nine Astral Wind Mantra of the Feng Family was extraordinary. He had a feeling that the difference between it and the true Yin-yang Spell was limited.
Although the Nine Astral Wind Mantra was incomplete, it was still used until the Deification Period realm. In other words, it could be used for a long time.
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Feng Jihui shook his head when he found out that Feng Yimo was cultivating in seclusion. He didn't think that Feng Yimo would be able to change his body easily. It was just a waste of time to cultivate in seclusion. However, he wasn't willing to dampen Feng Yimo's enthusiasm, so he had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.
Feng Qilin sat in the best restaurant in Maple Leaf Town and drank wine. Next to him was his cousin, who kept adding wine to the wine. He said, "Young Master Lin, it's really not worth it for you. Previously, the family head had placed all his attention on you. Ever since that bastard came, He's the only one who's got eyes on him, isn't he just getting rid of some bugs? The family head will treat him as a treasure. In my opinion, the herbal field should be occupied by Young Master Lin. If that's the case, Young Master Lin should have already entered the third level of the Foundation Establishment realm.
The words of the storm were like a thorn that deeply pierced Feng Qilin's heart. He had always been the outstanding genius of the Feng Family. He was a proud son of heaven. At the age of twenty-three, he was already at the second level of the Foundation Establishment realm. Looking at the entire Feng Family, his aptitude was only a level lower than his aunt's. His grandfather was proud and often praised him, but who would have thought that his grandfather's attitude towards him would change after the arrival of the wild seed? This made him very disappointed.
"What right do you have to win grandfather's favor? First, you can freely enter and exit the herbal field, but now you can openly cultivate in the herbal field that is filled with spiritual energy. If you hadn't appeared, everything would have belonged to me!" Feng Qilin borrowed the wine to calm his worries, and his mood became even more depressed. He drank up the wine in his cup in one go, and then smashed the wine cup into pieces. He left the restaurant and headed straight for the medicinal field. He wanted to question Feng Yimo in person!
The storm shouted twice. Seeing that Feng Qilin did not even look back, he hurriedly followed. The two of them came to the herbal field together. Seeing the sign outside the herbal field, Feng Qilin hesitated. He was blown by the mountain wind, and the wine woke up a little. He turned around dejectedly. That sign was recently erected by his grandfather. Without permission, no one was allowed to enter the herbal field. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be punished according to the family law.
The direct disciples of the Feng Family all had identity jade pendants, which allowed them to enter the herbal field. However, Feng Jihui knew that there was a bug disaster in other areas because some disciples had accidentally brought eggs into the herbal field, which resulted in rapid reproduction. More importantly, the value of all kinds of herbs in the herbal field had increased by sixty to seventy percent, or even more than double. Hence, they could not afford to be careless and had to strengthen their management.
Sensing the dense spiritual energy here, the storm felt sour in his heart. "Young Master Lin, I heard that little bastard Feng Xinping is also cultivating in there. He has forgotten about your kindness to him, Young Master. I wonder where this fellow who thinks differently has gotten such good fortune and has the opportunity to cultivate here. What a waste!"
When Feng Qilin heard that, the anger that had just been extinguished rose again. He lifted his leg and stepped into the protective array of the herbal field. He said loudly, "Feng Xinping, get out here for me!" He could not do anything to Feng Yimo, but could he not deal with Feng Xinping?
His voice was very loud. Feng Qishaan, who was working in the distance, rushed over when he heard him. He cupped his hands in a rude manner. "Greetings, Young Master Lin. Do you have anything to tell me?"
Feng Qilin pushed Feng Qishaan away. "Get lost. I am looking for Feng Xinping, that ungrateful brat."
Feng Qishaan staggered and almost fell. A strong arm suddenly appeared beside him. His voice was gentle. "Uncle Qishan, are you okay?"
Feng Qishaan knew it was Feng Yimo the moment he heard it. He hurriedly said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm old and my legs are not nimble."
Feng Yimo could not help but have a good impression of Feng Qishaan. Feng Qishaan was pushed by Feng Qilin and almost fell to the ground. He said it was because he was older. He supported Feng Qishaan and looked at Feng Qilin. "Feng Xinping is in seclusion. I wonder what business Young Master Lin has?"