Chapter 36 Xiao Huaiyuan in the Illusion: "Even you're going to attack me...?"
One of the water mirrors, which was magnified, showed an image of Fu Ming directing two other people to explore the area.
When he fell from the sky, Fu Ming didn't realize how big the island was. But once he was walking around inside, he discovered that cultivators were just a drop in the ocean.
As they ventured deeper into the boundless sea of grass, the slender blades of grass gently brushed against their necks in the breeze, creating the illusion of being clung to them.
Unlike the other members of the Immortal Alliance who could share the perspective of the participating disciples, Fu Ming could only rely on his intuition, gained from numerous life-and-death experiences, to make judgments.
He felt there was something strange about the island.
It's too quiet.
There were no birdsong, no animal roars, not even the snakes, insects, rats, and ants that are most commonly found on the grassland.
"Wu Ming, did you really not sense the presence of any spiritual beings?" Fu Ming suddenly called out by name, startling Wu Ming, who was walking at the front and clearing the way, who turned around abruptly.
He happened to make eye contact with Fu Ming, who calmly examined his hands as if he had already seen through his scheme.
This person looked quite young, but his peach blossom eyes turned ruthless and vicious when he looked down, as if he had been in a high position for many years and had developed such skills. Wu Ming quickly explained without thinking, "No, no, I have checked, there is no trace of spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius."
After saying that, he almost wanted to slap himself. Damn it, why did he listen to a novice in the early stage of the Golden Core realm?
This person must have used some kind of soul-capturing technique to cause this.
Fu Ming withdrew his gaze: "When the ancient spiritual energy was at its peak, even plants and trees could be used to cultivate the Dao, and powerful demons at the Nascent Soul stage could be seen everywhere. The Grand Competition Secret Realm has existed independently for many years, and its spiritual energy is much richer than that of the outside world. How could we not even see half a Foundation Establishment stage demon beast? Don't you think so?"
Wu Ming's cultivation level is at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, which is mediocre. His bloodline talent is biased towards perception and treasure hunting, while his attack power is average. Naturally, he needs helpers to remove obstacles and protect him.
In every competition, there are such people who enter early to find targets, and ideally, they can coax inexperienced genius disciples from famous sects to act as their henchmen.
Kind-hearted people might leave a little something behind, while wicked people would throw it into the fire after using it. It is said that some third-rate sects have used this tactic for generations, and they have made a living off this one trick.
He beat up quite a few times last time, why is he doing it again this time? Does he look easy to bully?
To reverse the wrong impression, Fu Ming suddenly drew his sword, the blade reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.
“Yes, yes, Brother Ming is right. There must be a powerful demon lurking nearby, which is why the little demon beast has disappeared.” Wu Ming’s eyes hurt from the sword light, and seeing that Fu Ming was suspicious, he changed his story.
Jiang Jie interjected at the opportune moment: "Then why don't you hurry up and tell us? Why are you hiding it from us?"
Wu Ming was sweating profusely. He was just unsure of the situation, which was why he wanted Fu Ming and the other person to probe the truth.
"Haha, young brother, don't misunderstand. There are many subtle spiritual energy fluctuations nearby, but they're too scattered for me to see..."
bite--
Fu Ming thrust his sword straight into the ground.
The shockwave radiated outwards from the sword's edge, sending fallen leaves flying and grass stalks bending, instantly carving out a circular clearing stretching for three miles.
A demonic aura emanated from the muddy and grassy smell.
After walking for most of the day, they finally saw the true face of the monsters in this place: wildly dancing nematodes curled up on the grass stems.
Or rather, the very land they tread upon is the nematode's habitat.
The swarm of insects beneath his feet surged wildly, their spurting turbid liquid instantly corroding the copper and iron walls that Wu Ming had thrown out. These were top-quality materials that he had long ago polished; how could they be destroyed so easily?
Wu Ming, unable to contain himself any longer, lashed out at those two idiots.
"Are you crazy! Why would you provoke them for no reason?"
No one argues during a fight, so no one paid attention to his rage.
Although Jiang Jie was lazy in his cultivation, he possessed a mutated wind spirit root, making him quite powerful in combat and an excellent escape artist. Upon seeing this, he lightly leaped up and waved a white ribbon to summon a fierce hurricane.
"Junior Brother Ming, let's go."
He rode the white ribbon and ascended into the sky, seemingly intending to give Fu Ming a ride, but before he could even grab him, he crashed head-on into a thick crystal barrier.
"Ouch!"
"You can't use a sword; there's spatial turbulence."
Fu Ming tightened the protective barrier again, pressing the other two within five feet.
He looked up at the seemingly complete sky, but the sky above the secret realm was unstable at all, with gaps as numerous as a honeycomb. Once you collided with it, you would be decapitated.
"We can't leave now; there should be something good down there."
Fu Ming pointed downwards, his tone very cheerful, a slightly pointed canine tooth showing in his smile.
He was unusually cheerful.
I want to kill them all.
Crimson flames erupted from half of the sword's edge as Fu Ming leaped into the whirlwind created by Jiang Jie and swung his sword down.
The fire, fueled by the wind, spread like wildfire in an instant.
Jiang Jie didn't hold back in sending his praise: "Handsome!"
But Junior Brother Ming, is this how you use a sword? It doesn't seem quite right.
Watching Fu Ming's powerful and forceful movements, Jiang Jie fell into deep thought.
The spiritual energy released from the decomposition of the nematode after its death is like dust, and after being integrated into the jade slip, it is converted into a point of merit.
One point, two points, three points... a thousand points.
The three players who had previously had zero points all rose simultaneously, and their rankings, which had never been on the list before, suddenly jumped to the middle.
At this moment, Fu Ming waved his hand to brush away the poisonous mist formed by the acid, and his mood plummeted to freezing point again.
"System, how dare you play me like this? Why didn't you say you'd deduct merit points earlier?"
After the routine notification sound, a striking line of red text suddenly appeared on the task sheet: Damaging the ecological environment of Daiyu, merit points reduced by three.
"Honey, it seems you've killed too many..."
Whether it was from being roasted by the fire or from sheer anger, Fu Ming's eyes were bloodshot, glaring dangerously yet beautifully, giving the system a sense of foreboding.
The system had a sudden inspiration: "Hey, but then again, we can earn back three times the profit after the repair, and there's also a chance to get Star Dew that can reforge weapons. How about you consider it, dear?"
Alright, it's time for his sword to be refurbished. With that thought in mind, Fu Ming jumped into the new fire pit pointed out by the system.
"Senior brother."
"Senior brother?"
Xiao Huaiyuan's voice echoed through the mountain stream as he called out.
Fu Ming lay in the stream, which was stained red by the corpses of wolves, too weak to respond.
Many fellow disciples entered the secret realm with him, but he alone was left behind in Yuanqiao, and immediately fell into a pack of wind wolves.
It was bad enough that they fought the wind wolves with their green eyes for three days and three nights, but during that time they were also kidnapped and taken into the wolf den as food supplies.
It's too bizarre. The Wind Wolf Clan Chief only cultivated his lower body into human form, speaking a strange human language, and in front of him, he had a heated discussion with the clan wolves about which part of his body was more tender.
The conclusion was drawn from the groin and buttocks.
He has lived two lives and received countless praises and insults, but this is the first time he has been criticized for having a lot of flesh on his buttocks. It's outrageous!
Fortunately, after many days of hard work, he finally got something good. Fu Ming twitched his fingers slightly and struggled to clench the pieces of cloth into his palm.
Just as he was trying to find some amusement in his haphazard thoughts, a white-clad figure stained with dark red blood and mud suddenly squeezed into his already limited field of vision.
At this time, Xiao Huaiyuan was not as cold as he would become later. His upright face could cry and laugh. He rushed over to Fu Minghe, full of vibrant emotions.
Now that his junior brother had found him, he could rest for a while. Fu Ming tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep without any effort.
But fate had other plans; cool, wet liquid splashed onto his face.
Fu Ming's voice was hoarse: "Don't cry, I'm still alive."
Xiao Huaiyuan didn't speak, but stared at him with his bloodshot eyes, his lips tightly pursed.
Oh, you weren't crying, it was just raining.
Fu Ming, despite being injured, comfortably leaned on his junior brother's back. For some reason, Xiao Huaiyuan remained silent. Fu Ming guessed that they had just had a big argument before coming here, with Xiao Huaiyuan complaining that he always challenged opponents above his level and then returned covered in injuries.
"Don't blame me for taking the risk, this time I'm really unlucky. I'll give you the inner core of the Nascent Soul stage Wind Wolf, okay?"
The pattering rain made the overgrown weeds sway and itch, causing them to prick my calves and arms, making me feel strangely itchy and a little numb.
As originally planned, he was supposed to continue recounting how he used rock fragments to cut through the vines, launched a night raid on the wolf den, and even set it on fire.
The leader of the wind wolves had developed intelligence and specially bound him with brown vines that could suppress spiritual power. If more vines could be found, they might be used to ambush people.
He had long been annoyed by those treasure hunters who were taking advantage of the chaos. Seeing him fighting with the leader of the Wind Wolves, they not only didn't lend a hand, but also tried to steal his mustard seed bag. What did they mean by that?
At times like this, Xiao Huaiyuan would advise him not to make enemies in public. He pointed out that the world is full of petty people, and that hatred breeds endless enmity. What if he were hated by everyone in the world except himself? Of course, after nagging him, Xiao Huaiyuan would still clean up the mess for him; that was just his junior brother's nature.
Within fifteen minutes of becoming listless, the battered and bruised Fu Ming would be fully revived and ready to slay demons and humans again.
Fu Ming laughed heartily, telling his enemies to come at him if they wanted.
He won't lose.
Just like now, facing the mountain valley and plain he had been running towards but never reached, he patted Xiao Huaiyuan's overly hard arm and laughed:
"So you're going to attack me too, junior brother?"
The sword was suddenly drawn, flying in an arc in the blink of an eye. The blade, sharp as a knife, pierced through Xiao Huaiyuan's throat first.
The conjured skin instantly peeled away, revealing a dry, cracked section.
It's wood.
He remembered it clearly; Xiao Huaiyuan had given him a good scolding as they walked away, which was why it wasn't so quiet back then.
Suddenly, the system announcement popped up: [Damaging a rare species, merit points deducted by one]
Fu Ming: ...
The grass, like a light blanket, covered the mountains, thus concealing a huge void.
Fu Ming and his two companions accidentally wandered into the area and were caught up in the vines, hanging upside down.
"Sect Leader Xiao, your disciple has fallen into an illusion." Someone shouted at Xiao Huaiyuan, but quickly changed their words. "Oh, is he about to break free? That's fast."
A beam of full moon-shaped sword light moved through the cave, swiftly severing several sections of vines.
Fu Ming, wrapped up like a cocoon, swayed, but his eyes remained closed.
"Um?"
Xiao Huaiyuan was puzzled. Wasn't his senior brother always the one who loved to force breakthroughs? Why had he become so cautious now?
In the illusion, Fu Ming cried out that he had been tricked.
This tree is actually a unique, endangered plant, the only one of its kind in the world. It cannot be forcibly killed; the only option is to try to influence it.
The system misbehaved me!
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