He saw the centipede's carcass melting after it died. The red meadow around it squirmed strangely and soon, as if it was absorbing the centipede's carcass, it melted and disappeared before Su Ming's eyes.
When Su Ming saw this, he was shocked, but he did not sense any danger in the area of 100 feet. Instead, he felt a warm and comfortable feeling throughout his body. In fact, he even felt as if the area of 100 feet completely belonged to him.
He could not describe the feeling clearly, but it made Su Ming feel safe.
In silence, he sat down cross-legged and looked at the unconscious He Feng. This person may be on the meadow, but he did not show any signs of melting.
'Could it be that it can only melt dead things?' Su Ming stroked his chin and the image of the masked man appeared in his head.
'The mask he wore is the same as the mask in He Feng's bag, but I feel that there's something different about the two … He Feng once said that the ancestor of Han Mountain Tribe was not a Berserker and that his background was mysterious. I also found these two items on He Feng's body. Could it be … that the person wearing the mask is He Feng's ancestor..?' Su Ming thought about it, but he could not make heads or tails of it. He gradually stopped thinking about it and sat down calmly. He took out Mountain Spirit and swallowed it to increase the power of his Qi.
Time passed by, and in the blink of an eye, three months went by.
During these three months, Su Ming felt the world outside tremble four times. It was clear that Xuan Lun had started searching for him due to his suspicions. However, these four tremors happened during the first two months. During the last month, the world outside was quiet.
Perhaps it was because of the danger Xuan Lun was in during these three months, Su Ming's training speed increased by quite a lot. He now had 291 blood veins in his body. He was only 100 more blood veins away from the 399 required to reach the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm.
Yet at that moment, Su Ming also noticed a flaw in Mountain Spirit. The longer he ate the pill, the weaker it became. Before long, it would no longer have any effect on him.
Su Ming may have felt helpless about it, but he could understand it. If he continued eating the pill, as long as he had enough time, he would be able to increase as many blood veins as he wanted.
"Based on the rate at which the effects of Mountain Spirit are decreasing, the pill should be completely ineffective once I reach the eighth level of the Blood Solidification Realm." Su Ming sat within the 100 feet radius of the red grass in the mountain cave and felt the circulation of his blood veins as he mumbled to himself.
'It's a good thing South Asunder's effects are still there. I can use it to heal my injuries … As for my training, do you really think I can't train without Mountain Spirit?!' A determined look appeared on Su Ming's face.
"I still have two drops of Berserker Blood … Besides that, I also have the Burning of Blood!" When he remembered the burning of blood, Su Ming took a deep breath. The training of this Art was incredibly difficult, and the process was painful. It was hard to bear.
'The power brought by the fourth burning was all used to make the Wings of the Moon appear. My blood veins didn't increase … As for the fifth burning, I have to be careful in the Land of South Morning. There are a lot of powerful Berserkers around here. If I'm discovered, I'll be in trouble.' Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the entrance of the mountain cave, and a cold look appeared on his face.
'Xuan Lun, I don't know whether you've already left or whether you have the patience to wait outside the rainforest. It doesn't matter whether you're here or not, I'll just stay here.'
Su Ming got up and went to He Feng's side. During the past three months, He Feng had been in a coma. Even if he showed signs of waking up, Su Ming would throw the Qi in his body into chaos once every few days and bring in a large amount of miasma to fill He Feng's body so that He Feng could continuously absorb it. Because of that, He Feng's injuries would never recover, but Su Ming continued to heal him so that he would not die.
No wounds could be seen on his body, but the herbs Su Ming had planted in his body were nourished by He Feng's flesh and blood. They sprouted and grew in his body.
Two shoots also appeared on the black and white bones by He Feng's side. The white bones fulfilled the requirements to plant herbs.
'I'm still missing three herbs and a beast bone … It's a pity I won't be able to leave anytime soon, but with Fang Mu's intelligence, he won't give up so easily.'
Once he took care of the medicinal cauldron containing Spirit Plunder, Su Ming sat down cross-legged once again. He made a strange gesture with his right hand and pushed it forward a few times, but he was still disappointed in the end.
'Do I really have to wake He Feng up and ask him how to cast this Branding Art?' Su Ming had tried casting this Art multiple times during the past three months. He had originally completely mastered it, but he still could not cast it.
This Art could not activate Qi. It was as if it required another type of power, but Su Ming did not have it. He had even intentionally observed the circulation of Qi in He Feng's body to find the reason, but he could not find any clues from He Feng's body.
He Feng was the same as him. There was only the power of Qi in his body.
'Just how did he cast this Art..?' Su Ming thought about it for a long time, but he could not find any clues. He could only let it go and immerse himself in taking Mountain Spirit.
The rainy season was over. The heat might still be around, but it was gradually becoming weaker. Time was like the wide leaves in the rainforest. Even though they were densely packed together, there would still be times when they would wither.
Another three months passed by without him knowing it. Su Ming had already stayed in the rainforest for half a year. During this half a year, he had to constantly circulate the Qi in his body. Only by doing so could he prevent the miasma from invading his body.
He also discovered the benefit of doing so. The speed at which the Qi in his body increased was much faster than when he was outside.
During this half a year, the shoots on the black and white bones had already turned into small blades of grass. They were light green and let out an eye-catching light. However, as they grew, the two bones became dull, as if all their essence had been absorbed by the two blades of grass.
As for He Feng … he had completely turned into a medicinal cauldron. His body was covered in medicinal herbs. They had broken through his skin a few months ago, and as if they had been planted on the ground, they grew on He Feng's body in a way that pushed up the soil.
He Feng's body had already withered to begin with. Now, it looked even more obvious.
He had been unconscious for half a year. Even if his mind was clear, it was already muddled. Besides, Su Ming would not give him the chance to wake up. The miasma that invaded his body once every few days and he had to heal himself had turned He Feng into a zombie.
Su Ming had felt pity for him, but when he remembered He Feng's treachery and the things that had happened half a year ago, he knew that if he had not entered the strange dimension half a year ago when he was in danger, then even if he did not die, he would still be in a terrible state.
Su Ming's heart slowly hardened. In his eyes, He Feng was no longer a person. He was a medicinal cauldron.
More importantly, Su Ming slowly realized that if he did not prepare enough medicinal pills to open the next door and forcefully entered the strange dimension, a repulsive force would appear. During this half a year, he felt that this method might be the only way for him to avoid danger. He tried it a few times, but he only succeeded once. The repulsive force was very strong, and as the number of blood veins in his body increased, it became harder for him to succeed.
In these three months, the number of blood veins in his body had increased to three hundred and thirty-seven. The effects of the Mountain Spirit Powder had weakened quite a bit. Often, he would need to swallow a few pills to achieve the same effect as before.
Fortunately, Su Ming had enough herbs. With his own fire, he did not lack medicinal pills in the cave.
During this half a year, Su Ming would occasionally go out and attract some insects to the area. Once he killed them in the red meadow, he would let the meadow absorb them.
Su Ming did this not only because he wanted to see what sort of changes would happen once the meadow reached its limit after absorbing dead objects, but also because the area of the 100 feet meadow would shrink every few months. The color on it would also become dull, but once it absorbed the dead objects, it would recover to a certain extent.
Sometimes, some insects would even come to the meadow on their own. It was clear that they did not notice that Su Ming had already taken over the place. They were just resting in the meadow according to their usual habits.
Besides these, Su Ming spent the rest of his time on the Branding Art. He continued trying and searching for a way to cast it, and on this day, when Su Ming still could not find a single clue after thinking about it for half a year, he thought of a method.
He remembered the large amount of stone coins in He Feng's bag, especially the stone box that contained the leaves that were refined from the Transcendence Realm. It was made from a large amount of white stone coins.
At that time, he had been rather puzzled. He had guessed that the stone coins were not just used for trading but had other uses. Once he thought of it, an idea popped into his head.
'Could it be that He Feng needed external help to cast the Branding Art..?' Su Ming brought out the purple bag and brought out a white stone coin from within. The object was round and slightly warm when he held it in his hands. Su Ming did not pay too much attention to it before, but now that he observed it closely, he gradually found out what was different about the stone coin.
'This kind of stone can be used throughout the entire Berserker Tribe, and I've never even heard of it being fake. There must be a secret that normal people don't know about … I forgot about this before …' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. Once he held the stone, he made a strange gesture with his right hand in a well-practiced manner. Then, he pushed the stone forward gently based on the method he had practiced hundreds of times.
The moment he pushed the stone, Su Ming's divine sense immediately changed. He could clearly feel an unfamiliar aura being absorbed into his body from the white stone coin. That aura charged towards his right hand using a different route from the circulation of his Qi. It flowed through the fingers of his right hand and spun around once. Then, it immediately grew several times stronger before retracting abruptly. This time, it charged towards his head. Su Ming did not have time to stop it. There was a loud bang in his head, and the unfamiliar aura surged into his head.
His vision blurred, and he saw a world that was completely different from what he had seen before.
Everything within a circular area of 1,000 feet appeared in Su Ming's mind. He saw a centipede slithering about 900 feet away from him in the mud.
He saw a flying insect the size of a palm hiding under a wide leaf 500 feet away from him. It was baring its teeth and staring at a small creature that was walking cautiously under a tree.
He also saw He Feng, who was still unconscious and covered in herbs, in the mountain cave. There was a ball of dim light in his head that was quietly absorbing the medicinal properties of the herbs in his body. It seemed to be strengthening the dim light, and a sliver of it spread out from the center of his brows to the outside of the cave.
When Su Ming saw it, the dim light immediately started trembling furiously. He could faintly hear panicked cries in his ears.
"Hmm?" A focused look appeared in Su Ming's eyes. At that moment, his expression suddenly changed, and a sense of danger rose within him. That sense of danger did not come from He Feng, but from a woman wearing a white robe and a veil walking towards him from the edge of the 1,000 feet area that covered his heart!
Han Fei Zi!
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