Chapter 8 Mental Calculation

  "What?" Yao Shu was taken aback for a moment, and the other party actually wanted to have another round with her alone. Although she didn't understand his meaning, Yao Shu always felt that it wouldn't be good news. Of course, on the surface, she remained calm and asked, "What do you want, Shaoshi?" "Haha, nothing much. Just a little competition to see who gets more prey, my Beigong disciples or your Danfeng Sect's Central Temple. As for the stakes... hehe, it's you, Yao Shu!"

  "Bet on me?"

  "Not bad!" Shao Shixiong saw Yao Shu's suspicious expression and immediately took out twenty yellow second-grade spirit crystals and two foundation-building pills from his waist, explaining: "Yao Shu Shimei doesn't need to worry, I just want you to accompany me in discussing the Tao for one night."

  "This... Shao Shixiong's handwriting is really big! So many Huang Mai second-grade spirit crystals, we'll have to accumulate them for over a decade!"

  "Right! And there's also the Zhugidan. This Zhugidan can only be obtained by a master cultivator who is about to break through to the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment and receive the sect's reward!"

  Those formal disciples saw so many yellow veins second-grade spirit crystals and elixirs, their faces were shocked, as for Wang Fei and those miscellaneous disciples, they were even more shocked that their jaws dropped.

  "How about it, Yao Shu? Are you daring enough to make a bet?" Shao Chongyang said with his eyes narrowed, "Within three days, as long as the beast and spiritual herbs hunted by your Dan Pavilion disciples exceed ours, even if it's just a tiny bit, I'll consider you the winner. Do you have the guts for that?"

  Yao Shu gazed at the numerous Ling crystals and talismans, her heart also racing with a hint of excitement. Under the opponent's blatant provocation, she steeled herself and decided to go all out, finally confirming: "You said one night of discussing the Tao, is that all?"

  "Not bad, just that!" Hearing the other person's words, Yao Shu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She didn't believe that Shao Zhongyang would only have this little requirement. But in such a public setting, the other party couldn't renege on their promise either, so Yao Shu agreed with one mouthful.

  Yao Shu agreed, and Shao Chongyang was naturally extremely delighted. He laughed and headed in the direction where Fu Cong's disciples were.

  Just as he turned around, a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  Wang Fei squeezed among several miscellaneous disciples, looking from afar at the gathering of high-level disciples gambling, clicking his tongue in surprise, especially when he saw that Shao Chongyang had taken out so many spirit crystals to gamble for a night's discussion, it was really extravagant.

  Just as Wang Fei was muttering about Shao Chongyang's defeat, the crowd around him suddenly stirred, and when he looked up, he saw that Yao Shu and Jiu Tian had returned and were making final adjustments to the personnel.

  King Fei, who was unclear about these proceedings, could only stand by and wait quietly for instructions from above.

  "Hey you guys, come over here!"

  Just then, the two formal disciples who had led the way earlier walked over again and said to Wang Fei and his ten men.

  Wang Fei and they naturally followed quietly, just didn't know what to let him do.

  They arrived near the place where Dangong's formal disciples were, and the two leading disciples walked over to Yao Shu and Jiutian, took a stack of paper and a basket of unknown objects, and came over, saying to Wang Fei and the others: "You ten people, according to the map above, bury these maze incense in the ground, remember it must be three inches deep, can't have any mistakes, if there's a mistake, you'll be in trouble! Do you understand?"

  The disciple roared twice and then handed over the map and a box of musk to them.

  Musk fragrance?

  Wang Fei slightly recalled and knew the use of Musk fragrance.

  Musk is a spice produced by the four-colored musk deer. When buried underground, it emits a unique fragrance that lures some low-level beasts, and when its fragrance is fully released, it is exactly three inches below the ground.

  Taking over the Musk Deer Incense, Wang Fei and his entourage of miscellaneous disciples held the Musk Deer Incense box, following the prompts on the map, began to enter the opposite forest, laying out bait.

  It was just at the moment when Wang Fei and others dispersed that a fierce gaze swept across him.

  A few people entered the forest, and each of them separated, at the same time, ten miscellaneous disciples from two other pavilions also carried the musk boxes, following the map, entering another two entrances of the forest.

  This rain bamboo forest, is divided into five parts according to the request of the Five Pavilions elder, each pavilion hunts and collects every ten years, and decides which piece of land to enter based on their own lottery.

  Wang Fei's Dan Ge got No. 1 land this time.

  Within the first area, Wang Fei held a map and followed the route on it. In the blink of an eye, he had buried three places. Looking at the dense thicket inside, Wang Fei felt a bit tense. Next was the interior of the forest, where he had to be extremely careful. If he accidentally encountered ferocious beasts, he would be out of luck.

  It's clear that the job Wang Fei and his team are doing is also a dangerous one, otherwise they wouldn't have been told that if they return alive, they can receive the transmission of magical incantations and cultivation resources.

  Then, Wang Fei carefully made his way into the depths of the forest, carefully observing his surroundings while burying the musk in the ground.

  The surrounding trees rustled in the gentle breeze, making a soft whooshing sound. From within the dense thicket, a low, mournful hum echoed out, sending shivers down Wang Fei's spine.

  Shaking his head, Wang Fei cast aside his fearful thoughts and bent down to work once more.

  Soon, Wang Fei put all fifteen buried medicine points in his charge into the Musk Deer's scent. Fortunately, he did not encounter any sudden explosion of fierce beasts.

  Wang Fei stood up straight, wiped off his sweat and decided to head towards Gou Quan Jian.

  Logically speaking, Wang Fei could have returned immediately after completing his task, but this time he came, not just for the few Ling crystals.

  Just as he turned around, a rustling sound came from a dense forest beside him, as if something was approaching. Wang Fei immediately became tense and looked around in all directions.

  King Fei looked around for half a day, and all around him was still only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. He let out a long sigh, thinking he had been too cautious, scaring himself, and brushed off the dust on his body before continuing down the small path to the gorge.

  Under his intuition, Wang Fei still noticed the changes around him.

  Wang Fei had just taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a whizzing sound behind him, and several flashes of light appeared around him.

  Mental calculation?

  The two words flashed through his mind, and Wang Fei's body instinctively jumped away to avoid.

  It was just that the speed of the cold light was extremely fast, and although Wang Fei reacted in time, he still felt a metallic chill on his left arm, and then saw a flash of cold light flashing by his side.

  At this sight, Wang Fei's heart and gall were both chilled, subconsciously covering his left arm, his eyes following the flying sword, while shouting in a trembling voice: "Who!"

  That flying sword circled around in front, turned back and entered the thicket behind Wang Fei, followed by a gloomy laugh: "Hey, stinky boy, your reaction is quick, but you didn't die with one move!"