Chapter 131: Sudden Change in Peace

  He saw that after the centipede's death, its body actually melted away, and the red grass around it twisted and writhed strangely. Soon, as if absorbed, the centipede's body dissolved and disappeared before Su Ming's eyes.

  Su Ming gazed at the scene, and after his initial shock, he didn't feel any sense of crisis within this ten-zhang range. Instead, he felt a warm and cozy sensation all over his body, as if this ten-zhang area completely belonged to him.

  This feeling is hard to describe, but it makes Su Ming feel very safe.

  As he pondered, he sat down cross-legged, his eyes falling on the unconscious He Feng. This person was also on this grassy ground, but there was no sign of melting.

  "Could it be that only dead things can melt?" Su Ming rubbed his chin, and the image of the man with a mask appeared in his mind.

  "He brought that mask, which is exactly the same as the one in the Wind Bag, but I always feel like there's some difference between them... The Wind once said that his ancestors from the Han Shan Department were not barbarians, and their origins are mysterious. Now that these two items have been found on him, could it be... that the person wearing the mask is actually an ancestor of the Wind?..." Su Ming thought for a moment, but this matter was too confusing, so he gradually stopped thinking about it and sat quietly, taking out the Mountain Spirit Powder and swallowing it to silently increase his internal energy."

  Time slipped away quietly, and three months had passed in the blink of an eye.

  In these three months, Su Ming felt four external shocks, which was obviously under the suspicion of Xuan Lun, and started searching. However, all four times were concentrated in the first two months, and the last month was quiet outside.

  Su Ming's cultivation speed had also increased significantly during these three months, and the number of blood lines in his body had already reached 291, just over a hundred short of the 399 required for the eighth layer of Blood Condensation.

  However, at this time, Su Ming also discovered a drawback of the Mountain Spirit Powder. The effect of this powder was slowly weakening after prolonged consumption, and it seemed that it would not be effective for much longer.

  As for this matter, Su Ming said that although he was helpless, he could also understand. Otherwise, if he continued to swallow it down, as long as there was enough time, wouldn't all the bloodlines be able to increase?

  "Judging from the degree of decline in the efficacy of Shanling San, it should be that after I reached the eighth layer of blood coagulation, this medicine will become completely ineffective." Su Ming sat within the ten-zhang range of red grass in the mountain cave, feeling the circulation of blood lines in his body, muttering to himself.

  "It's a good thing that the scattered effect of Nan is still effective, it can be used to heal wounds... As for cultivation here, don't tell me there isn't any Mountain Spirit Powder? If so, then I, Su Ming, won't be able to cultivate!" Su Ming's expression revealed determination.

  "I still have two drops of fierce blood... apart from that, I also have the Blood Fire Overload technique!" At the thought of Blood Fire Overload, Su Ming took a deep breath. This technique was extremely difficult to cultivate and the process was painful, making it hard for people to endure.

  "The power brought by the fourth layer of ignition was all used to induce the appearance of the Moon Wing, and my bloodline did not increase... As for the fifth layer of ignition, I must be cautious in this South Morning Land, as there are many strong people around. If discovered, it may cause trouble." Su Ming looked up at the cave entrance with a cold expression.

  "Xuan Lun, I don't know if you've already left or if you really have the patience to wait outside this rain forest. Whether you're here or not, I'll just stay here anyway."

  Su Ming got up and walked to He Feng's side. For the past three months, He Feng had been in a coma. Even when he showed signs of waking up, Su Ming would almost every few days stir up the chaotic energy in his body, drawing in large amounts of miasma that enveloped He Feng's body, making him continuously absorb it. This way, He Feng's injuries could never be healed, yet Su Ming still treated his wounds, keeping him from dying.

  Now on his body, no wounds can be seen, but in his body, the medicinal herbs planted by Su Ming have nourished and transformed into flesh and blood, taking root and sprouting, growing vigorously inside him.

  Next to He Feng's body, on the two bones that were black and white, two tender shoots also appeared, making the white bone meet the requirements for planting grass.

  "Still short of three herbs and an animal bone... Unfortunately, I won't be able to go out for a while, but with Fangmu's intelligence, he shouldn't give up easily."

  After taking care of the medicine pot, Su Ming sat cross-legged again, his right hand forming a strange gesture in front of him, pushing forward several times, but ultimately still disappointed.

  "Could it be that you really want to ask about the technique of awakening the mark, but can't do so?" This technique, over the past three months, Su Ming had attempted multiple times, and he had already fully grasped it, yet was unable to execute it.

  This trick can't mobilize the Qi and blood, as if what's needed is another kind of power, but Su Ming doesn't possess it. He specially went to observe the flow of Qi and blood in He Feng's body, wanting to find out the reason, but he didn't find any clues on He Feng's body.

  Like the wind, there is only the power of Qi and blood inside his body.

  "How did he actually cast this spell......" Su Ming thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with any leads, and could only put it aside, immersing himself in the use of Shan Ling San.

  The rainy season has passed, the scorching heat is still there, but it has gradually weakened a lot. The years are like the broad leaves in the forest, dense and concentrated, and also have their own ups and downs.

  Unconsciously, another three months have passed, and Su Ming has been stranded in this rainforest for half a year. In these six months, he had to keep his body's blood and gas circulating at all times, only then could he avoid the invasion of the miasma.

  He also discovered the benefits of doing so, that is, the gas and blood in the body, its increasing speed, is much faster than the outside. In half a year's time, the two black and white bone knots had become small grass, with tender green color, emitting dazzling light, only to find that as they grew, these two bones became dull and dim, as if all their essence had been absorbed by the two small grasses.

  As for He Feng, he had completely become a medicine cauldron. On his body, clusters of medicinal herbs grew, which had burst out of his skin several months ago, just like sprouts breaking through the soil on the ground, and were growing luxuriantly on his body.

  His withered body was originally weak, now it looks even more obvious.

  He has been in a coma for half a year, and even if he is conscious, his mind is already blurred. Moreover, Su Ming would not give him the opportunity to wake up, and the poisonous gas that invaded every few days to heal his wounds made He Feng become a living dead man.

  Su Ming also had a narrow escape, but thinking of the sinister He Feng and the scenes from half a year ago, if he hadn't entered that strange fragment space at the critical moment, Su Ming would probably be in a miserable state even if he didn't die.

  Su Ming's heart slowly hardened, in his eyes, He Feng was no longer a person, but an alchemy furnace.

  Moreover, Su Ming slowly discovered that without sufficient preparation to open the next door, forcibly entering that strange space would trigger a repulsive force. In these six months, he thought this method might be his way of avoiding danger, and tried several times, but only succeeded once. The repulsive force was very strong, and as the bloodline in his body increased, it became more and more difficult to overcome.

  In these three months, the number of blood lines in his body also increased to 337, and the effect of Shanling San was greatly weakened. He often had to swallow several pills to achieve the effect of one pill as before.

  Fortunately, Su Ming now has enough herbs and can refine them with his own fire in this cave, which is not lacking in medicine stones.

  It was also during this half year that Su Ming would occasionally go out, luring some insects and beasts to come, killing them on the red grassland within a range of ten zhang, and then letting the grassland absorb.

  The reason for doing so, apart from Su Ming wanting to see what changes would occur when the grassland absorbed dead objects to its limit, was that every few months, the range of this ten-zhang grassland would shrink, and its color would also become dull. However, after absorbing the dead objects, it would recover somewhat.

  Even at times, there would be some insects and beasts that came here on their own, apparently not realizing that this place had already been occupied by Su Ming, but rather following their old habits to come and rest.

  Apart from this, Su Ming spent the rest of his time on the Branding Technique, constantly trying and seeking ways to execute it. Until one day, after half a year of contemplation, Su Ming still had no clue when he thought of a method.

  He thought of the large amount of stone coins in the bag with the gentle wind, especially the stone box where the leaves for the Kaichin Festival were stored, which was itself cast from many white stone coins.

  He was still quite suspicious at the time, guessing that the stone coins might not be just for buying and selling, but had other uses. At this moment, thinking back, a sudden flash of inspiration struck his mind.

  "Could it be that the Wind and Clouds' Seal Art requires external assistance..." Su Ming took out a purple bag, from which he retrieved a white stone coin. The object was round and smooth, with a faint warmth to the touch when held in his hand. Previously, Su Ming hadn't paid much attention to it, but now, upon closer inspection, he gradually noticed the differences of this stone coin.

  "This stone can circulate throughout the entire barbarian tribe, and even without hearing about the existence of counterfeit goods, it must have some secret that ordinary people don't know... I neglected this point before..." Su Ming's eyes flashed, holding the stone in his hand, his right hand extremely skillfully pinched out a strange posture, according to the method he had practiced hundreds of times, and lightly piled up towards the front."

  Under this pile, Su Ming's consciousness changed instantly. He clearly felt that a strange airflow was being absorbed into his body from the white stone coin, taking a route different from the circulation of qi and blood, rushing straight to his right hand, following the fingers of his right hand, turning once there, then suddenly expanding several times before shrinking back violently, this time rushing straight to his head. Su Ming couldn't stop it, and with a loud crash in his mind, the strange airflow surged into his brain.

  His eyes blurred for a moment, and he saw a scene of a world different from what he had seen before.

  A hundred feet in diameter, everything existed, and appeared in Su Ming's mind. He saw a centipede quietly crawling by under the muddy water over ninety feet away.

  He saw under the broad leaves fifty feet away a hand-sized flying insect, gnashing its sharp teeth and staring at a small animal that was cautiously walking by under the tree.

  He also saw in the cave, He Feng who was still unconscious and covered with medicinal herbs. In his head, there was a faint glow quietly absorbing the medicinal properties of the herbs planted at the roots of his body. The glow seemed to be growing stronger, and from his brow, a thread extended out of the cave.

  After being seen by Su Ming, the faint light suddenly trembled violently and seemed to whisper a panicked cry in his ear.

  "Huh?" Su Ming's gaze condensed, and at this moment, he suddenly changed his expression, a sense of crisis surged out. This crisis did not come from the gentle breeze, but from the edge of the hundred-foot-wide boundary that was unfolding in his heart - a woman wearing white clothes, with a veil on her face, walking towards him!

  Han Fei Zi!

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