With a roar, the alpha wolf took the lead and pounced on Ye Qinghan. The other wolves formed an encirclement and moved as fast as lightning.
Rustle rustle rustle … Huff huff huff …
The urgent sounds made Ye Qinghan tense up. He turned around and fled into the dense forest, hoping to use the trees to block the wolves' attacks and the narrow space to disperse them.
As expected, the distance between the eight wolves widened as they fled into the forest. Their eyes were like torches as they stared fixedly at Ye Qinghan. They did not slow down at all.
Ye Qinghan's figure flickered and suddenly disappeared into the forest. He was like a ghost overlooking the forest, making the wolves restless.
Awoo …
Anxious roars resounded through the forest. Beasts were constantly frightened and fled in all directions. Some of the wolves could not stand the hunger and no longer cared about Ye Qinghan's whereabouts. They chased after the other beasts in a frenzy.
Ye Qinghan stuck close to a tree. His hair was disheveled and blended in with the tree. His entire body was black. If one did not see him up close, one would not even know that he was a human. The saber in his hand trembled slightly as if it wanted to drink blood.
A wild wolf sniffed the air, its nose twitching as it cautiously looked around. Then it approached Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan had actually concealed part of his aura. Unfortunately, he was too weak and could not completely conceal it. Otherwise, even if a martial artist came, they would not be able to find him, let alone a wolf.
Ten meters to the left of Ye Qinghan, a wolf was constantly approaching. The rustling sound made one's hair stand on end.
Five meters, three meters, two meters …
Swoosh …
Ye Qinghan slashed out with his saber. There was no sound at all. The wolf only had time to see a black shadow flash by. It raised its head high and wanted to bite its enemy. However, it did not expect Ye Qinghan's saber to be more agile than a spirit snake. The saber that was slashing down from above suddenly changed direction and slashed through the air.
Puchi …
The Grade 2 saber was driven by a powerful force and cut off the wolf's head. Blood sprayed out. Ye Qinghan moved again. His saber was not stained with blood, and his body was not stained with blood!
Roar …
The wolf king smelled the blood of its own kind and immediately roared in anger, rushing towards the dead wolf. The other wolves followed closely behind. Looking at the two halves of their own kind, even if they were crazy from hunger, they would not choose to eat their dead companion's body. They roared together, their green eyes ghastly and terrifying.
The remaining seven wolves did not split up this time. Under the lead of the Wolf King, they quickly approached a large tree. The Wolf King howled, and the wolves split up, surrounding the tree.
Roar …
At the Wolf King's command, they all rushed to the back of the tree. Seven wild wolves surrounded the tree at the same time, but when they went around the tree, they only found a few drops of blood. There was no one there!
To capture bandits, first capture the ringleader!
Ye Qinghan was indeed not at the bottom of the tree, but at the top of the tree. When the wolves arrived at the bottom of the tree and saw the drops of blood, they were stunned. At that moment, a black shadow rushed towards the Wolf King. A black blade wrapped in true energy rushed towards the ground, sending sand and stones flying.
Groan …
Roar …
The blade whistled and the wolves howled. The Wolf King's reaction was extremely fast. It turned its body and roared, wanting to bite off Ye Qinghan's arm. However, as the soul of a Great Martial Revered, Ye Qinghan's martial arts skills and experience in killing enemies, how could he give it a chance?
"Heavy Berserker God Slaying Style, die!"
The blade flashed, and the blade fell. More than half of the majestic true energy in his body was consumed in an instant! This blade was a fifth-grade martial arts technique, the third style of the Heavy Berserker Nine Styles. It was a self-created blade technique. Even a Dao Sovereign would not be able to dodge it, let alone a wolf!
The Wolf King died instantly. Ye Qinghan somersaulted in the air, dodging the attack of another wolf. He stomped on a rock, and his body flashed like an arrow, disappearing in a flash.
The Wolf King's death instantly caused the remaining six wild wolves to collapse. They roared continuously, and their sharp claws tore apart the tree trunk. The wild wolves that never ate their own kind were actually crazily devouring the Wolf King's body.
Wolves eating their own kind represented that their soul would walk the world, and their vengeance would begin.
Ye Qinghan coldly swept his eyes over the wolves, and then disappeared into the darkness. He continued to madly run, not wanting to compete with these crazy and stubborn wild wolves.
Half an hour later, the night was as dark as ink, and it was dawn. Ye Qinghan had already penetrated more than thirty miles. He killed a wild rabbit and made a simple barbecue to replenish his strength. Then he quickly left the area.
With great difficulty, he found a cave where he could rest. Ye Qinghan entered the cave, and set up a trap at the entrance. He then sat down on a cold stone and began to meditate.
The Body Refinement Technique had already reached the peak of the second layer. The true energy in his body was constantly increasing, flowing through his meridians, tempering his body, and emitting heat to resist the harsh cold.
The next day, the sky gradually brightened. Ye Qinghan gently opened his eyes, and discovered that he had broken through to the third layer of Body Refinement in his sleep. The spirit energy in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was very rich. Even if he did not absorb the spirit energy, it would still involuntarily enter his body.
Hu hu …
With the strength of eight hundred pounds, if he faced those wild wolves again, he could kill one with a single punch. Finally, there was no need to dodge anymore.
The sky was dusky, and some dark clouds covered the sky. Ye Qinghan looked up and whispered, "It's going to snow. I have to find some high quality herbs as soon as possible. I won't be able to enter the mountains for a while."
There were many spirit herbs that could live in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Even in the harsh winter, they were still full of spirit energy, standing tall and proud.
Ye Qinghan's eyes were like torches. Holding the Heavy Berserker Blade, he constantly bent his body and moved forward. His gaze wandered between the cracks of the rocks and the hillside.
Soon, a bunch of fresh and tender spirit herbs appeared in his line of sight. The saturated spirit energy almost broke through the shackles, causing the spirit herbs to break through the air.
"Moon Soul Grass, a first rank spirit herb, worth ten taels of silver. There are at least ten stalks here, not bad!" Ye Qinghan smiled, and used the Heavy Berserker Blade to cut off the surrounding rocks. He peeled off the soil and placed each stalk neatly into a small bag that he had prepared beforehand.
Fifteen stalks, that meant one hundred and fifty taels of silver!
Ye Qinghan was not satisfied. He continued to move forward, specifically walking in the rugged valley where spirit energy was rich. There were very few people here, and even if hunters entered the mountains, they would not come near here.
Sure enough, he could see a stalk of spirit herbs every few meters. Some of them were even more than ten years old. They stood proudly in the cold wind, not withering at all.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh …
Ye Qinghan tirelessly began to dig. In the past, he was too lazy to look at these things, but now he was full of enthusiasm.
Following a hillside, Ye Qinghan dug and climbed up. His speed became slower and slower, because there were more and more spirit herbs!
Moon Soul Grass, Eight Leaf Spirit Root, Purple Light Fruit …
The Purple Light Fruit was an excellent wine. In the past, Ye Qinghan liked to use the Purple Light Fruit to brew Purple Light Wine. It was priceless, and a cup of Purple Light Fruit cost one tael of gold. It was obvious that this was not something that ordinary people could touch.
After collecting nearly a hundred stalks of spirit herbs, the total value exceeded one thousand taels of silver. Ye Qinghan was still not satisfied. If he wanted to become stronger, he needed to have the support of powerful pills. A single Body Enhancing Pill was worth ten taels of silver. If he wanted a first rank spirit pill, he would need thirty or even fifty taels of silver.
Ye Qinghan raised his eyes to look at the peak of the mountain. Under an ancient tree, a stalk of red spirit herb swayed in the wind, as if it was about to drip blood. It was full of spirit energy.
"Hiss … Is this the end of the line?" Ye Qinghan sucked in a breath of cold air. His blood boiled as he muttered, "This is a fourth-grade blood ginseng! Ten leaves, at least a hundred years old! With this, I can directly consume it, and it will be enough for me to reach the fifth rank of Body Refinement! With this kind of strength, I won't need to be afraid of anything in Wanshan Town. "
Ye Qinghan took three steps at a time and quickly rushed to the peak of the mountain. He arrived under the large tree and carefully removed the weeds and roots, for fear of destroying the Blood Ginseng and letting the spirit energy escape.
Within a one meter radius, Ye Qinghan had completely hollowed out the Blood Ginseng. The Blood Ginseng's appearance was gradually exposed. The small scarlet figure was like a deformed radish. It was the size of an adult's hand, as if it was about to take the shape of a human.
"Three hundred years old!" Ye Qinghan's sharp eyes immediately recognized it. In order to prevent the Blood Ginseng from being scratched, he forcibly tore off the corners of his newly bought clothes. He folded the Blood Ginseng's whiskers, wrapped them in three layers, and placed them into a small bag.
Depending on the mountain, you live off the mountain, and depending on the water, you live off the water. Within the Ten Thousand Mountains, there were hidden treasures and dangers everywhere. As long as one was not afraid of death, it was easy to become rich.
Ye Qinghan put away the bag and carried it on his back. He looked around and saw that this mountain had no more value. He was about to leave when he suddenly heard an angry and strange voice.
"Thief! Thief! Put down my Blood Ginseng! "
Ye Qinghan's hair stood on end. He suddenly leaned against the tree and scanned his surroundings. His eyes were cold and threatening as he shouted in a low voice, "Who is it? Come out!"
Ye Qinghan could not help but be shocked. With his powerful soul, the other party's cultivation must be very terrifying to be able to appear within twenty meters of him without being discovered. It was very likely that the other party was in the Blood Ignition Realm.
"Put down the Blood Ginseng! Get out! "Before the person appeared, the voice rang out again.
Ye Qinghan scanned his surroundings. He could not find the slightest trace of a person. There was no aura at all. He could not help but feel a little serious.
"That's not right. If the other party was a powerful person, there was no need to warn me like this. They could have just appeared directly. Could it be …" Ye Qinghan lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. Then he looked up at the ancient tree.
The leaves of the ancient tree fell one after another. Apart from a giant bird's nest, there was nothing else. Ye Qinghan's mouth twitched slightly. He probed, "What will you do if I don't hand it over?"
"This old man will slap you out of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!"
The voice rang out again. Although it quickly spread in all directions, Ye Qinghan could still tell that the voice came from the bird's nest!
"Little thing, you dare to trick me!" Ye Qinghan sneered. There were many birds that could speak. Some were too powerful, so powerful that they could be compared to a Great Revered Martial Artist. However, there were also some spirit birds that were very intelligent. They knew how to speak from a young age, such as parrots.
Ye Qinghan gently climbed up the branches and slowly approached the bird's nest. In the giant bird's nest, a fat parrot was secretly watching him. When it saw Ye Qinghan climb up, it was immediately shocked.
"Get out of this old man's territory! If you dare to blaspheme this lord's cultivation ground again, you will die without a burial place! " The parrot's feathers stood on end. Its fat body constantly twisted. It wanted to fly, but it could not. It could only scare Ye Qinghan.
"Is that so? Let's see how you'll make me die without a burial place. "Ye Qinghan's mouth twitched slightly. He sneered at the parrot.
The parrot's right wing was obviously injured. It was a scratch. Looking at the bloodstains, it should have been scratched by a flying eagle. Therefore, it could not fly.
"A parrot that can cultivate. It's a good thing. This is the first time I've seen one," Ye Qinghan joked.
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