Chapter 70
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What?
Is he asking for a compliment?
Zhen Xiaoxiao hesitantly stretched out her hand and gently rubbed Small Gruel's head. Deep in the dummy's throat, a satisfied snort came out.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's expression was conflicted. At first, she was only curious about what kind of face the dummy would have after recovering from the lightning strike. Now, she was not even sure what kind it was.
Could he … be a humanoid demonic beast?
Relying on the strong fighter's fists and Big Teeth's protection, Zhen Xiaoxiao's journey in the Baize area was more daunting than dangerous. After a month and a half, the two people in ragged clothes successfully avoided the pursuit of a group of poisonous wolves and stood on a high hill.
Just like the Long March of 25,000 Li, after going through inhuman training, they finally completed a feat that no one dared to imagine. Victory seemed to be in front of them because the strong smell of medicine was carried by the wind.
Xiao Xiao climbed onto Small Gruel's shoulder with ease.
From afar, she could see the scenery of a fairyland!
That was the legendary Black Field Herb Forest!
Since the spiritual plants had not been picked for many years, the spiritual light they emitted formed five-colored auspicious clouds in the sky!
Golden gourds climbed all over the green trees, full of fruits. The red stamens of ginseng looked like they were on fire. The huge calyx of a ghost-faced lotus floated in the water. Countless medicinal branches crisscrossed, and silver-colored human-shaped fruits hung high between the trees. In the dense fog, a few simple and unadorned thatched huts looked real and illusory, making one's imagination run wild.
However, around this beautiful scene, there was a dense swarm of crawling insects. They were colorful and of different shapes. Their numbers were huge, far exceeding the total number of poisonous insects and wild beasts they had seen in the past half a month. Just looking at them made one's scalp tingle and the tips of one's feet shiver!
No wonder this place was known as the forbidden zone. Seven-leaf cultivators could not pick herbs, but the Black Field poisonous creatures could cultivate by breathing in the medicinal Qi!
One could imagine that when faced with so many poisonous creatures, even a Foundation Establishment Elder would not be able to escape unscathed.
Could Zhen Xiaoxiao really crush such a terrifying target with a stomp?
"We can't go any closer. Even if you are fierce, you can't fight against their numbers." Zhen Xiaoxiao climbed down from the dummy's back.
These days, she often thought about one thing.
"Stone in the bamboo, three inches, green can be used, yellow can be inferior.
Two coins of white mud would be soaked in river water for three days.
One tael of Dragon Smelling Grass mixed with half a tael of Skin Dust Powder could turn the fishy smell into a fragrant one.
Freshly caught soil, grass, and worms in the middle of the night. Crush them to extract their juice and put them into the soup within two hours … "
With his previous experience of refining the Seven Mortal Pill, why did Zhen Xiaoxiao feel that the recipe for the Worm Luring Soup … was a f * cking pill recipe?
Although before this, Zhen Xiaoxiao had already been punished to never touch the Dao of alchemy again for the rest of his life. But to hell with Big Nose Huang. The mountain was high and the emperor was far away. Could he stretch his eyes into the forest?
Even if it really reached out, he would gouge it to death!
Clenching his fists tightly, Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes shone with determination!
"I want to concoct pills!"
Opening Small Gruel's pocket embroidered with a snowy ship, a familiar smell of raw materials reappeared in front of his eyes. Zhen Xiaoxiao carefully caressed the stone in the bamboo, and shook the container to listen to the sound of the soil, grass, and insects crawling in the jar. He could not conceal his excitement.
These were all her treasures!
"Big Uncle, Second Uncle, please bless me with this cauldron of pills!"
Holding the round black stone in his hand, Zhen Xiaoxiao silently prayed in his heart to see if he could become the king of the Black Forest. Success or failure depended on this one move!
For hundreds of years, very few people had come close to the Black Field Herb Forest. Zhen Xiaoxiao's ambition was great. Not only did he want to set foot in it, he wanted to run amok!
Other than the powerful Small Gruel, this was her biggest trump card to force her way into the Black Forest. Whether it was Grand Elder Yuanfeng or the other people of Seven Leaves Valley, they had seriously underestimated Zhen Xiaoxiao's true strength.
There were thousands of worlds, and there were thousands of alchemy paths.
Some people practiced medicine to save the world, some used pills to prolong life, and some used medicine to control insects!
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