The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, and from time to time, a flash of lightning would appear, accompanied by muffled sounds of thunder. A heavy rain was about to arrive.
In Wohu City, Shen Xiang looked up at the sky and muttered, "I can't delay any longer, I have to quickly find good spirit herbs, otherwise it will be difficult for me to have a chance to make a comeback."
Chen Xiang was sixteen years old this year, and had a body that was more robust and tall than his peers. This body and that handsome face with a childish air were in stark contrast, but his pair of deep eyes that were not commensurate with his age seemed to be more mature than his peers.
Shen Xiang at this time was going to pick herbs. Although he was the grandson of the Shen Family Patriarch, because he did not have a Spiritual Vein, he could not become a powerful martial artist. Therefore, since childhood, he had been very diligent in training his body. He often went out to carry out various secret training, and even fought with tiger beasts. Although he was young, he had experienced life and death situations several times, so his state of mind and willpower were far better than his peers.
"Isn't this Shen Xiang? It's going to rain, and you still want to train? " An old housekeeper came over and said. Seeing Shen Xiang so hardworking, he could not help but admire him, but his eyes were more filled with regret.
Shen Xiang diligently and painstakingly trained every day for six years, but he was still stuck in the 3rd level of the Mortal Martial Realm. Most of his peers had entered the 4th level of the Mortal Martial Realm, and the powerful ones had even entered the 5th level.
All this was because he did not have a Spiritual Vein, so he was not valued by the family. Now he was just a very ordinary person in the Shen Family.
Although he did not have a Spiritual Vein, Shen Xiang was never discouraged, and always worked hard to train himself. At least the process of hard work made him feel very fulfilled.
"Old Ma, I'm going to pick herbs." Shen Xiang ran behind the old housekeeper, laughed and pulled the whip on his bald head.
"It's useless, you don't have a Spiritual Vein, no matter how hard you work, it's useless!" The old housekeeper shook his head and sighed.
For such words, Shen Xiang had heard it countless times, but he still insisted, no matter what, he would not give up.
"Xiang 'er, don't go in this weather!" At this time, a middle-aged man walked over.
Shen Xiang curled his lips and said, "Dad, it's a good time to pick herbs on a rainy day. At least we don't have to fight with others."
The middle-aged man's name was Shen Tianhu, and he was Shen Xiang's father. He was a famous and powerful martial artist, and was also the most promising successor of the Shen Clan. Although his son did not have a Spiritual Vein, he had always encouraged Shen Xiang, and from time to time gave him some precious dans, but it was of no use.
"Take this." Shen Tianhu smiled helplessly and tossed a small box to Shen Xiang.
Shen Xiang took the box and didn't even look at what was inside. He knew that there were pills inside. He laughed and said, "Thank you, Dad. This way, I won't have to steal the chickens raised by Old Man Ma to nourish my body."
This made Housekeeper Ma's face full of bitterness, he didn't expect that he would be targeted.
Looking at Shen Xiang's disappearing figure, Shen Tianhu could only sigh. Although he had a very high status in the Shen Clan, the elders of the Shen Clan were very strict with rare and precious cultivation resources like dans. He could only save his share for Shen Xiang, but it didn't have any effect because there were too few dans.
As a father, who didn't want their son to become a dragon? However, Shen Tianhu had no other choice, he could only try his best to obtain dans for Shen Xiang.
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Immortal and Devil Cliff, this was a very desolate place. At this moment, a bare-chested teenager was climbing the cliff.
At this time, it was raining cats and dogs, but Shen Xiang was climbing the cliff in this place. This was a very dangerous thing to do, one must know that the bottom of the Immortal and Devil Cliff was bottomless. Moreover, the bottom was filled with a kind of black Qi all year round, which was why many people didn't want to come close to this place.
However, Shen Xiang came here to pick herbs, and even climbed the cliff, slowly going down. If others were to know, they would definitely laugh at him for being a madman who didn't care about his own life. Everyone knew that this kind of desolate place with a thick Qi of death would not have any good spirit herbs.
Shen Xiang was not stupid, he was also very smart. He knew that this Immortal and Devil Cliff had existed for many years, especially the Qi of death below. No one knew how long it had existed.
In the knowledge of ordinary people, a place without life would not have any spirit herbs, but Shen Xiang didn't think so. He knew that when things reached an extreme, they would move in the opposite direction. He was very sure that this cliff must have some kind of legendary and precious spirit herb.
"Hell Spirit Grass", this kind of spirit herb, sounded very scary, but it was actually a kind of spirit herb that had the effect of reviving the dead. It usually grew in ancient battlefields, cemeteries, and other places with a thick Qi of death. It was a wonderful medicine.
The rain could make some of the black Qi sink, so that Shen Xiang could see deeper into the cliff. He went deeper, so that he could find the "Hell Spirit Grass".
Although he didn't need the Hell Spirit Grass, but after he obtained this sacred medicine, he could definitely exchange it for many precious dans, which could let him get rid of his predicament and obtain formidable strength.
The raindrops fell on Shen Xiang's body, making him feel very uncomfortable. At the same time, the rocks on the cliff became even more slippery. This made him even more cautious. He carefully climbed down the cliff, otherwise, he would fall down if he wasn't careful.
No one knew what was at the bottom of the Immortal and Devil Cliff. Although there were many people who went down, but no one was able to come back up.
Taste death!
Two hours later, the rain was still falling. Shen Xiang, relying on his strong body that had been tempered for many years, went down dozens of feet into the cliff.
Shen Xiang found a relatively good foothold. At this time, he carefully observed the bottom. Suddenly, he saw something, which made his heart beat violently.
"Hell Spirit Grass!" Shen Xiang excitedly shouted. His eyes excitedly stared down. Ten feet below his feet, there was something that looked like a big white cake clinging to the cliff. He was very sure that this was the legendary Hell Spirit Grass.
This place was covered by the black Qi of death all year round, and the color of the Hell Spirit Grass was very similar to the cliff, making it very difficult to find.
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