If one can collect ten three-leaf spirit herbs, then combined with the spiritual power of the foundation-building liquid previously stored in the body, the foundation of this life will definitely far surpass that of the previous life.
Wang Hao couldn't wait any longer. He immediately gripped the sword with both hands, activated both of his cultivation levels simultaneously, and unleashed his strongest sword strike.
"Sword Two!"
He has already cultivated the wordless sword manual of the Sword Ancestor to the second level. This is Wang Hao's strongest sword technique at present. Even a typical mid-stage Earth Realm martial artist would not be able to withstand it.
The black monster is walking on the ground, searching for the next three-leaf spirit grass.
Suddenly, it stopped, let out a mournful howl, and cracks appeared on the carapace of its body. Bright sword light burst out from its body.
"Pfft!"
With a muffled thud, the black monster's body was split in two, and endless sword energy erupted from within, sending chunks of flesh flying in all directions.
A powerful subterranean beast was dead beyond any doubt. In a normal battle, it could have easily worn down Wang Hao, but it had too much faith in its venom.
"Whoosh!"
Wang Hao emerged from the shattered flesh, his body glowing, and landed on the ground. He had just taken a breath when a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, a booming sound echoed in his head, and he immediately felt dizzy.
The miasma in the air is several times more toxic than in other places, and even if you wear a miasma-repelling bead, you can't resist its toxicity.
Wang Hao quickly swallowed an antidote pill and simultaneously circulated his true energy to create a light barrier. After circulating his spiritual energy through his body for three cycles, he finally refined the miasma he had just inhaled.
"What a potent poisonous miasma! If it were another Xuan Realm martial artist or Qi Refining cultivator, they would have fainted after just one breath and would have died here."
Even ordinary Earth Realm martial artists who venture into this place will surely perish if they do not possess special treasures to resist the miasma.
"It smells so good." Wang Hao sniffed, stopped in front of the black monster's corpse, took out the Purple Cloud Sword, and broke through the hard black shell on the outside.
"Whoosh!"
A rich aroma of meat wafted from the blood-soaked corpse. From the crack that Wang Hao had torn open, a white light shone through, revealing a piece of snow-white, jade-like spiritual flesh that emitted a soft glow.
Wang Hao dug out the piece of spiritual flesh, which was as big as a human head, weighed fifteen pounds, was crystal clear, and had a strong fragrance. It was just like a beautiful jade inside a stone, without a single impurity.
"The spiritual flesh inside a third-tier ferocious beast is indeed more spiritual than that inside a second-tier ferocious beast. If consumed, it will definitely have a better effect."
Wang Hao took out a jade container, put a piece of spiritual meat into it, and sealed it for preservation. Spiritual meat also varies in quality. Spiritual meat nurtured in the body of a third-order ferocious beast has a better taste and more spiritual energy, which is more beneficial to martial artists and cultivators.
Wang Hao then began searching for the Three-Leaf Spirit Grass. Soon, he found a Three-Leaf Spirit Grass emitting a white glow in a small crevice a hundred meters away.
They dug out the three-leaf spirit grass and carefully placed it into the jade box they had prepared beforehand.
Three-leaf spiritual grass can only grow in places where spiritual veins once existed. Even if the spiritual veins are exhausted and dissipated, three-leaf spiritual grass can still grow through the accumulation of time and natural nurturing.
The Three-Leaf Spirit Grass is more precious than other spiritual herbs because it can be taken directly to improve cultivation and enhance physical strength.
Gu Qian Wang Hao did not rush to take it, but continued to dig for other three-leaf spiritual herbs. He had to collect all the three-leaf spiritual herbs before the other students arrived.
Centered around that underground mountain, many three-leafed life grasses grew. Wang Hao collected eight plants from just the outer perimeter, which took him nearly an hour.
To collect more Three-Leaf Spirit Grass, we must venture deep into the mountains.
Wang Hao raised his head and looked at the mountain. He saw that the mountain was shrouded in colorful miasma, and he could not see the whole mountain. He could only see a vague outline.
Faintly, Wang Hao sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the depths of the mountains, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
He took out the tattered animal hide map, spread it on the ground, and examined it carefully.
The animal hide map fell from Lang Xin's body, and it's unknown how he obtained it. It had fragmented outlines of the terrain of the Crimson Flame Secret Realm. The map was incomplete, and some areas were not recorded on it.
After studying the map, Wang Hao finally determined his location. He pointed at the map and murmured, "I should be here now... Heavenly Ghost Cliff!"
On the map, there is a marker for Tiangui Cliff, and below it is a small inscription: Tiangui Cliff, it seems that a transcendent being perished here, and an unknown great battle took place. The transcendent being died in the battle, and his body turned into a mountain. His blood and qi turned into ghostly mist, and his resentment turned into a remnant soul that has not dissipated for five hundred years.
Wang Hao was somewhat moved. He looked into the distance again, his heart pounding. He murmured, "No wonder there is a mountain underground. It turns out to be the tomb of a martial arts master."
"Will some strange creatures be born from the place where extraordinary beings fall?"
Wang Hao put away the fragmented map and animal hide, staring at the distant Heavenly Ghost Cliff. He hesitated for a moment. If his cultivation had reached the Golden Core stage, he would definitely go in and investigate.
Just then, two students from the Angel Academy rushed towards the direction of Heavenly Ghost Cliff.
Louis Wilkerson was ranked seventh in the Angel Academy. He looked to be in his early twenties, with thick black eyebrows and a strong, muscular build. He was holding a scroll of animal hide map in his hand.
"Eileen, according to the map, the Heavenly Ghost Cliff is just ahead. It is the place where the extraordinary Jin Yun fell. Many three-leaf spiritual herbs grow there. If we can collect all the three-leaf spiritual herbs, it will be comparable to the results of our years of hard work."
Yagris Erin is ranked tenth in the Angel Academy. She has fair skin, a standard oval face, and long, wavy golden hair that makes her even more beautiful.
To win the heart of Agris Erin, Louis Wilkerson revealed the secret of Heavenly Ghost Cliff to her, and the two went to Heavenly Ghost Cliff together to pick the Three-Leaf Spirit Grass.
As long as they obtain enough Three-Leaf Spirit Grass, they can become experts even if they enter the inner courtyard of the Angel Academy.
"I have prepared the top-grade poison-repelling beads, which are ten times more powerful than ordinary poison-repelling beads. Holding them in my mouth will be enough to resist the miasma of Tiangui Cliff."
Agris Erin took out two white poison-repelling beads, put one into her bright red lips, and handed the other to Louis Wilkerson.
Louis Wilkerson took the poison-avoiding bead and looked towards the direction of Heavenly Ghost Cliff. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a cold voice, "Someone got here before us and has already picked the three-leaf spirit grass on the outer perimeter of Heavenly Ghost Cliff."
As Yagris Erin saw Wang Hao's back standing in the miasma in the distance, he drew a slender battle sword, his eyes narrowed, and he asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Hand over the Three-Leaf Spirit Grass, and I might spare your life out of consideration for everyone's hard work in cultivation."
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