Volume 1: Life is Like First Love Chapter 135: Eighth Layer of Coagulation!

  "It should be safe here now." Su Ming murmured, putting away the black mask and closing his eyes to meditate. In a flash of several days, under the effects of the numerous South Leaving Spells, the injuries within Su Ming's body had healed.

  He fell silent for half a day, abandoning his intention to leave this place, and instead settled down here. The red grass spread out in all directions for ten zhang, completely covering the area and hiding his existence.

  Time slowly passed, one month, two months, three months... until four months later, Su Ming still hadn't gone out too far, and in this tree hole, silently increased his cultivation with the Mountain Spirit Powder.

  In these months, he often communicated with He Feng, learned a lot of things, and also listened to He Feng's experiences in the past few years, taking them as a warning.

  That red grassland, still only ten zhang in size. Although He Feng had told Su Ming that if this grassland absorbed enough flesh and blood, it could increase its range, but as soon as the grassland was spread out, it would rapidly absorb the controller's vital energy. That terrifying absorbing power was far beyond what ordinary people could withstand. The larger the range, the more astonishing the absorption, and He Feng couldn't bear it, so he rarely used it.

  He also told Su Ming that the earliest time this beast skin was transformed into a grassland, with an area of about ten miles in circumference. However, at that time, except for a few people like Man Gong from the Yan Shan Department, no one could withstand the absorbing power, and would almost instantly be sucked dry of their vital energy and die.

  Even someone like Man Gong couldn't last too long, until the years passed and the beast skin turned grassland slowly withered. The Han Shan tribe could gradually use more people, but also because of the shrinking range of the grassland, it became only defensive and lost its other functions.

  However, this point made Su Ming very curious. He had been laying out the red grass for almost a year, but he had never encountered anything that could absorb and control the Qi of the cultivators. However, Su Ming only thought about it in his heart and did not ask He Feng.

  The animal hide that had turned into this grassland, Su Ming also asked about its origin. This object was indeed as he had expected, one of the ancestral relics of the Yan Mountain Sect, but because of its terrifying absorption of vital energy and blood, it was difficult for people to accept, and slowly it was ignored by everyone.

  And in Su Ming's clever casual inquiry, he discovered something that puzzled him. That was the moment when the beast skin unfolded into a red grassland, an illusion appeared in his mind, as if it had never been experienced by Feng, and even seemed to be before Feng, the generations of the Han Shan tribe who had mastered this beast skin were all like Feng, otherwise they would not have left behind some clues.

  "This matter, if it's not that He Feng is hiding something, then... I have some connection with this beast skin and the grassland." Su Ming couldn't think of any other explanation, only these two possibilities.

  But he was cautious and did not go to find flesh and blood to expand the scope of this grassland, but in his heart, he became interested in his ancestors who had been sitting in the depths of Handan City for many years.

  For several months, the bloodline in Su Ming's body had also increased significantly. This was related to the crisis outside, but more importantly, it was due to the environment deep within the Rain Domain, where the increasingly dense miasma affected Su Ming's circulation of air and blood.

  His current bloodline, when circulating, has already reached over three hundred and seventy lines, very close to the 399th coagulation boundary of the eighth layer.

  However, the effect of Shanling San was now very weak. According to Su Ming's analysis, it could support himself for at most another twenty or so blood lines before losing its effectiveness completely.

  As for the medicine cauldron formed by He Feng's body, it had also grown vigorously over the past few months and had basically met the requirements of quenching. If not for still lacking a beast bone and three herbs, he could have attempted to quench his vital energy.

  Life in the depths of the rainforest is very peaceful. Since Su Ming arrived at this southern land, most of the time he was alone by himself and had already gotten used to this feeling of loneliness.

  Silently cultivating, three months passed in the tree hole. On this day, Su Ming's bloodline reached 398, his eyes tightly closed, and his body shone with a bloody light that almost pierced through the big tree. If not for the red grass covering it, it would be clearly visible from the outside.

  Not long after, on Su Ming's body, the 399th blood vein suddenly appeared. After its appearance, a powerful aura burst out from Su Ming's body. Under this aura, he opened his eyes, and his gaze was calm.

  Coagulation, Eighth Stage.

  "Four years..." Su Ming murmured, from the time he woke up in Nan Chen's land to now, it has already been four years. Four years of time, from the seventh layer of Congealed Blood Realm to the eighth layer, the speed was not fast, more than half of this time, he was healing his injuries.

  "Shanling San lost its effect a month ago when my bloodline was at 397, and in this past month, I didn't rely on Shanling San, but slowly increased two more bloodlines, finally reaching the eighth layer of coagulation... The path of cultivation is indeed arduous." Su Ming's expression was resolute, feeling the surging energy within his body.

  "The help of medicine is limited after all and cannot last long, the effect of Shanling San will be lost, for me it may also be a good thing, can avoid being too dependent from now on!"

  And I still have two drops of fierce blood. These two drops of fierce blood can make my bloodline surge again! After that, I need to find a place where the blood and fire will be stacked together!

  "I don't know how much my bloodline can increase this fifth time...” Su Ming had a very deep understanding of the tyrannical Blood Fire Reincarnation. In his previous few attempts, it almost doubled each time, but similarly, the difficulty and danger were also extremely high.

  After a moment of silence, Su Ming took out a small bottle from his storage bag. As he looked at the small bottle, the coldness in his eyes melted away, revealing a gentle and nostalgic glint.

  This small bottle was given to him by his grandfather in person. It contains two drops of the barbarian blood of Feng Zhen Man Gong Jing Nan.

  Holding the small bottle, Su Ming closed his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of Ah Gong, the tribe, Lei Chen, Xiao Hong, and everything from back then. He also thought of the snowy ground, where a delicate figure had held his hand, smiling sweetly at him.

  "Su Ming, in this snow, as we walk on, will we end up walking all the way to old age..."

  Su Ming's body trembled, the scar on his face seemed to be filled with blood, becoming clearer and clearer, it slowly faded after a long time. He opened his eyes, his gaze was dull and lifeless, without any warmth, but returned to calmness. However, in the depths of that calmness, there was a hidden wound that no one could see.

  "It's over..."

  Su Ming lowered his head, opened the small bottle in his hand, and took a sip. A drop of savage blood fell into his mouth and melted away. He once again felt the protection of Ah Gong, fearing that he would impulsively drink all the savage blood, so each time, he could only use one drop.

  "Grandfather, Su Ming is no longer as impulsive as he was when he was young..." Su Ming muttered to himself, circulating the Qi and blood in his body to absorb the power of the wild blood, allowing his Bloodline to increase once again.

  Time passed day by day, one month, two months... soon, it was three months again.

  Three months later, on a clear morning, Su Ming picked up the red grass under his feet, put the two bone species that had been completed into the storage bag, and also put the medicine cauldron in it, then walked out of the tree hole.

  He didn't look back, step by step he walked towards the distance, each footstep making the muddy ground tremble, as if a powerful force was emanating from his body, causing the strange insects in the mud to retreat far away.

  In a year and a half, Su Ming was transformed, when he first escaped here, his body had more than 200 blood lines, but now, under the effect of Mountain Spirit Powder, it has reached 399. After the powder's effect wore off, in these three months, he absorbed two drops of Barbarian Blood completely. Now his blood lines... "He Feng, how much farther is the treasure you spoke of?" Su Ming walked within the Rain Forest, each step taking him tens of meters forward. He wore a blue long shirt, and as he moved, numerous strange insects on the ground avoided him, even some unusual flowers, plants, and birds nearby didn't dare approach under his pressure.

  "Master, from here onwards, it will take about half a month to arrive. That is where one of my caves is located, but it is very secretive and outsiders are absolutely unable to discover it." In Su Ming's mind, the sound of Feng echoed with a respectful tone, this voice had not only respect but also surprise, seemingly astonished by Su Ming's current cultivation changes.

  Su Ming's expression was cold and indifferent, he didn't speak again for the entire journey, silently walking for several days before finally emerging from the depths of the rainforest. As he walked out, the miasma gradually thinned out, until it completely dispersed in the end.

  He could see in the distance the Wounded Mountain Cave where he had lived years ago.

  Xuan Lun is not here, Han Fei Zi is also gone. This rainforest is vast and the exit routes are numerous, making it difficult for anyone to fully monitor. Moreover, after He Feng's imprint was assimilated by Su Ming, Su Ming can also sense the imprints that He Feng left on Xuan Lun and Han Fei Zi in the past. If these two approach each other, he can detect them in advance.

  Previously, Feng Ruofei had listened to Han Feizi's words and after some calculations, he used the crisis to open up dust, and would not let Xuan Lun catch up, thus ending up in today's situation.

  Just as they were about to leave the rainforest and head towards the treasure location mentioned by He Feng, Su Ming suddenly stopped in his tracks. After a moment of thought, he swayed slightly and arrived at the top of a large tree, where he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate amidst the scattered aura.

  As for Su Ming's actions, He Feng could see that he was quite perplexed, but he didn't disturb him. For more than half a year, he had been very careful, and in his feeling, Su Ming's thoughts were gradually becoming more and more unpredictable.

  Daybreak and sunset, one day after another passed by, Su Ming remained seated cross-legged in the same spot, motionless, as if waiting for something. The gentle breeze grew increasingly curious, wanting to ask several times but thinking of Su Ming's gloominess over the past half year, it held back.

  Half a month later, in this rainforest, when a voice came from afar, Su Ming opened his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

  "Senior... Senior..."——

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