Chapter 7: Desolate!

  As the faint light appeared, Su Ming clearly felt a massive warm current surging from his chest, rapidly spreading throughout his body, and in an instant, it enveloped him entirely. At the same time, it merged with the coolness of the Black Dragon's saliva, seeping into his bloodstream.

  A clear and crisp humming sound suddenly spread throughout Su Ming's body, as his cross-legged sitting body violently trembled, the fourth blood line abruptly condensed.

  At the same time, a large amount of black filth poured out from Su Ming's pores all over his body, and a stench spread out, but it was blown away by the mountain wind and gradually dissipated.

  Three bloodlines, and one can enter the first layer of the Congealed Blood Realm. Now, Su Ming has successfully become a barbarian in the first layer of the Congealed Blood Realm!

  But he still had his eyes closed, without any signs of waking up. As time passed, Su Ming's blood lines on his body finally solidified at the fourth line.

  Until the next morning, when the little monkey came running from afar with a proud expression on its face, sniffing at its right paw, it stared blankly at Su Ming, who was covered in black dirt all over his body, scratched its head, and circled around Su Ming several times.

  Although it had opened its spiritual wisdom, at this moment it was unaware of what had happened and curiously approached a few steps closer, wanting to go up and pat it gently with its paws.

  Just as its claws were about to touch Su Ming, a burst of dim light flashed violently on Su Ming's body, reaching an extreme in an instant. The dim light enveloped Su Ming's entire body, and under the little monkey's stunned gaze, it saw Su Ming's body disappear in an instant.

  In the little monkey's sight, Su Ming was swallowed by that faint light. This scene made it immediately open its eyes wide and let out a shrill cry. The red shadow flashed and rushed to where Su Ming disappeared, searching frantically like crazy, but ultimately got nothing, standing there motionless.

  Su Ming didn't know where he was, at this moment, he looked around in confusion, the place was shrouded in a white mist, unable to see far ahead, only vaguely seeing a mountain peak in front of him.

  He has just come to his senses and remembers that he was previously on Wulung Mountain, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't figure out why he is now here.

  His gaze slowly gathered vigilance, first looking down at his chest, and immediately his heart skipped a beat. The strange black fragment on his chest was gone.

  "It's gone..." Su Ming was shocked and uncertain, he looked around again, then slowly stood up, his face gloomy and cautious, walking towards the mountain peak shrouded in mist.

  That mountain peak was not far away. Before long, Su Ming stood at the foot of that mountain peak and looked up, taking a deep breath in surprise.

  This is indeed a mountain peak, but there is no grass or trees on it, only a smooth and flat surface that seems to have been polished. On the surface are carved many totems, including mountains and rivers, strange beasts, and the sky... There are also some characters that Su Ming has never seen before, filled with a primitive feeling, like something from a barbaric myth.

  It was almost as soon as Su Ming saw the mountain peak carving that a loud rumbling sound echoed, and he saw that the mountain had suddenly appeared with a seam in the middle, as if an invisible force had come to cut it open.

  That narrow slit, invisible to the end, was placed under Su Ming's feet.

  Su Ming hesitated for a moment, and with a determined grit of his teeth, he continued on his way. Since he had arrived at this place, he now didn't even know how to leave, nor did he know what this place was. At present, there was a path in front of him, and he could only keep moving forward.

  In his heart of hearts, he vaguely felt that this place should have some connection with those black fragments, because he clearly remembered the warm current emitted by the fragments.

  Along the narrow gap, Su Ming walked into the mountain for a very long time. The road ahead slowly expanded a lot, and on the walls around him, there were also strange carvings everywhere. Su Ming couldn't understand them. Those carvings depicted medicinal herbs, and some naked people with disheveled hair, stirring those medicinal herbs in an even stranger large cauldron.

  Looking at these carvings, until a door appeared at the end of Su Ming's gaze. Outside that door, Su Ming stopped.

  The door also had carvings, with a total of five herbal patterns engraved on it. The irregular lines emitted a familiar dim light that surrounded the five herbal patterns in a circular shape, filling the entire door.

  In the very center of this door, there are fifteen small recesses that seem to be able to hold something, arranged in a circular pattern.

  Su Ming furrowed his brow and carefully examined the door for a few moments, then looked around before focusing on the five herbs on the door.

  "This is... an iron core pistil, yes, it's an iron core pistil."

  "This is... like a welcome leaf, and also like a ling grass..."

  "And this is Yoru no Eda! I often gather these."

  "What is this... it looks familiar..."

  "This last one...haven't seen it before..." Su Ming hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to push the door and see if it could be opened.

  Just as he hesitated, the circular pattern of five herbs on the stone gate suddenly rotated, and the intense flashing of the mysterious light made Su Ming stunned. The mysterious light emerged from the gate and rushed towards Su Ming.

  That faint light was too fast, Su Ming had no time to dodge, but saw the faint light flash, and Su Ming was enveloped inside.

  At the same time, Su Ming's mind was suddenly filled with a large number of memories that didn't belong to him. Those memories were like pictures, as if they had been forcibly poured into his mind from a dark light, making Su Ming's head feel uncomfortable.

  In those scenes, there is a phantom figure, just like the ones on the carvings, throwing herbs into a strange large pot. The action is extremely familiar, and every time it throws out, it will be placed in the nose to smell, and the expression is even more solemn. From time to time, the right hand rises and waves, and a flame suddenly appears, covering the big pot inside.

  The process was extremely complex, and even the strength of the flames were under control. Su Ming had never seen anything like this before. In the tribe, they wouldn't go to such trouble. They would usually just eat the herbs directly, or at most, mash them into a juice and mix them with other herbs to increase their effectiveness.

  He was lost in thought, immersed in the memories of his mind, until after a long time, the illusory shadow on the right hand patted the large pot.

  The flames outside the pot suddenly disappeared, and this person opened that strange lid. Su Ming immediately saw that in the large pot, there were three green round objects the size of fingernails.

  Although it was just a memory scene that emerged in his mind, Su Ming seemed to have smelled a faint scent of medicine, and he stared at the three round objects, his whole person as if struck by thunder, completely stunned.

  He had been refining herbs since he was a child and could see their quality at a glance. In his eyes, this never-before-seen round object made him unimaginable.

  The faint light surrounding his body dissipated at this moment and returned to the door, calming down, causing the countless circular lines on the door to also come to a standstill.

  At the moment when the faint light disappeared, Su Ming's eyes blurred for a moment, and he felt as if he had been shifted by an unusual force. When his vision cleared, a red figure rushed towards him with a joyful shout of surprise.

  That red shadow was the little monkey, it was jumping around on Su Ming's body at this moment. Previously, Su Ming's disappearance had made it very fearful, and now that it saw Su Ming return, it suddenly became excited and joyful.

  Su Ming was taken aback, and immediately looked around, only to find himself back on the stone platform at Wudang Mountain. He suddenly lowered his head, and saw that the shard which had disappeared earlier was still stuck in his chest.

  "All this must be related to this thing, maybe when I reached the first layer of Congxue, I touched this thing and caused what happened before... Looking at Xiaohong's expression, I wasn't dreaming just now, but my whole body really entered that place... What is the origin of this thing... Why did it appear here..." Su Ming pondered, and couldn't help but think of the extra memories in his mind.

  "Qu San Fa... Yao Shi..." After a long time, Su Ming murmured the name depicted by the various refining methods in the memories that had emerged in his mind.

  "Qīng chén sàn..." This was the name of that medicine, also one of the memories that had recently appeared in Su Ming's mind.

  Su Ming's voice was low, and the pattern carved on the door appeared in his mind, gradually revealing a bright light in his eyes. Although he didn't know what specific place it was, it was clear that the so-called "tempering" had sparked great interest in him.

  In his view, the cultivation of barbarians cannot be separated from those herbs that supplement qi and blood. It is necessary to take a large amount of food to make oneself stronger and stronger. So this so-called tempering may be of great help to his cultivation.

  "I've never seen such a round medicinal stone in the tribe, not even at Grandpa's place. If it were there, I would have definitely seen it... This round medicinal stone looks pretty good, but I don't know what its effect will be after it's been refined."

  "Next, we need to find those five herbs... Little Red, take a look and see if you've seen these two herbs before." Su Ming made up his mind and immediately called out to Little Red, picking up a stone and drawing on the ground in front of it. After drawing out the shapes of the two uncertain herbs, he looked at Little Red expectantly.

  Xiao Hong stared for half a day and nodded her head.

  Su Ming's spirit was shaken, and he walked a few laps on this stone platform, thinking quickly in his mind.

  "Herbs can be found, but refining such medicinal stones is extremely complicated... and even requires fire... like cooking rice... it's quite interesting." Su Ming furrowed his brow in thought.

  He remembered that the big pot was very unusual, unlike those used for cooking in the tribe. When searching through his memories, he knew that the scattered pot had a strange name called Huáng Dǐng.

  "The pot in the village shouldn't work... and it also needs fire..." Su Ming muttered to himself, suddenly lifting his head, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at one of the more distant peaks among the five peaks of Wulung Mountain.

  The mountain peak is all brown, and from time to time, rolling thick smoke emerges.

  Want to touch, want all kinds of touches~~~