Chapter 6: Advancement

  The middle-aged man stared blankly for a while before suddenly speaking up, "But it's just advancing to the second level of Youxian, do we need to be so exaggerated?"

  He was also from the first level of Youxian, and seeing this surging spiritual energy, thick to the point of being substantial, he was truly astonished. There was so much spiritual energy that it was enough to upgrade from the third level of Youxian to the fourth level.

  Xian San, from level 3 to level 4, that's a threshold, it can be said that it has been upgraded from the primary stage to the intermediate stage.

  The middle-aged man was curious and didn't leave in a hurry, standing on the side to watch. He wanted to see if the young man would advance to the second level of Youxian or achieve the legendary breakthrough.

  Chen Taizhong didn't rush to the third or fourth level, and after absorbing the spiritual energy, he refined it in his body. After about two hours of repeated cycles, he finally stabilized at the second level.

  Middle-aged people have also seen this with their own eyes, even if the other party has released some spiritual energy, but purely absorbing spiritual energy is a vast amount, and it has only risen by one level.

  When he saw that his opponent had finished his move, he let out a light breath and slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of heritage is this?"

  Chen Taizhong looked him up and down before answering vaguely, "I cultivate the Tao."

  He has already upgraded to the second level, but the other party still gives him a sense of oppression. He guessed in his heart that this middle-aged man's realm is absolutely not low, and even if he doesn't want to answer, he can't afford to offend him easily.

  "The skills of the airway are indeed formidable," the middle-aged man nodded, his voice tinged with a hint of sighing. "Unfortunately, now, those who can have a complete airway inheritance are really too rare."

  "My legacy is also incomplete," Chen Taizhong immediately said, "There's nothing worth your while here, and he even asked with a straight face, "Didn't you just say you were leaving?"

  The kung fu he practiced was generally unaffected by external influences and not afraid of being interrupted by outsiders, and the reaction of middle-aged people, he saw very clearly.

  "In the desolate wilderness, a young friend's courage is indeed not small," the middle-aged man shook his head, he also knew that his behavior was a bit improper, but since he had done so, he had his own explanation."

  So he smiled slightly, "It's fate that we met, eating your roasted rabbit and helping you ward off evil was just a small effort... but I didn't know, my friend was actually a Qi cultivator...... it was unnecessary for me to intervene."

  After finishing speaking, he raised his hand in a gesture of farewell and disappeared into the darkness.

  "This guy... I didn't drive you away, did I?" Chen Taizhong muttered softly to himself. The place he had chosen was one that had been explored and recognized as relatively safe, with no particularly ferocious wild beasts.

  "I'm going to set a trap, can't delay any longer," a faint laugh came from the darkness, the voice fading away, "Those who only know how to show off their bravery are not good hunters."

  What a joke! Chen Taizhong hummed disdainfully in his heart, closed his eyes again and continued to meditate. It wasn't until he arrived at the Immortal Realm that he realized what it meant for spiritual energy to be pressing down on him, and only then did he become reluctant to waste even a single moment.

  One night without a word, the next day at dawn, when the sky was just brightening, he woke up and carried a large pot to rush to the Red Valley where Lei Tongluo was.

  The soil in the Red Valley is red, said to contain a lot of iron, but in the immortal world, people who refine instruments rarely use ordinary iron, so no one pays attention to this place. Instead, it's because there are frequent thunder and lightning here that has attracted many Thunder Deer to thrive here.

  Chen Taizhong sought a high place, his stealth and concealment techniques simultaneously activated, silently surveying the valley.

  The valley was extremely large, and with his eyesight, he absolutely couldn't see the edge, and everywhere in the valley were thickets of grass and shrubs that were more than half a person's height, so whatever was hiding inside simply couldn't be seen.

  He looked around for half a day, but couldn't find any Thunder Deer. However, he still had other things to do - he took out some paint from the Susano ring and applied protective color to the large iron pot.

  Next, it was a long period of lurking. Chen Taizhong took a close look and finally chose the riverbank: No matter what level of wild beast, eating, drinking, and defecating were unavoidable. In the valley, there was only this one river, so why wouldn't they come to drink water?

  The terrain by the river was also different, with lush grasses in some places, convenient for hiding. Chen Taizhong looked around and chose a place, then carefully carried the big pot and walked towards it.

  He walked for almost two hours before approaching the grass thicket, when suddenly a rustling sound came from within, and a giant creature, about 1.5 meters tall at the shoulder and 2.5 meters long in body length, slowly emerged, its two copper bell-sized eyes fixed intently on him.

  Ironclad Tiger! Chen Taizhong recognized this guy, and relevant information also appeared in his mind - a strong fifth-level wild beast, with average attack power, extremely strong defensive ability, can turn its own fur into armor, generally even sixth-level Youxian may not be able to kill it.

  He couldn't break through his defense, and he secretly lamented in his heart. His face remained expressionless as the two of them stood off against each other for a while before he slowly retreated backwards.

  The Iron Armor Tiger didn't chase after him either. The fifth-grade Desolate Beast's spiritual intelligence wasn't low, and it felt a hint of threat from this person.

  It just symbolically took two steps forward, seeing him off, and waited until the person retreated more than 200 meters away before letting out a loud roar, turning around with a pleased expression and crawling into the bushes.

  "This piece of auspicious land has been occupied by this guy," Chen Taizhong snorted in anger, but there was no conflict between the two predators, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.

  The next moment, he thought that both I and Iron Armor Tiger could be sure that this was the best place to hunt, so wouldn't Thunder Deer know it too?

  Lei Tonglu would also know, thinking of this, he even felt a bit complacent. "Stupid Hu, you can continue to wait slowly, I'll find a thicket that's not so lush - as long as it's enough to hide."

  He looked around and found a small bush forest about one kilometer away by the river, so he walked over there with his iron pot, hoping to hide.

  Unexpectedly, when he was still 700 or 800 meters away from the thicket, a person emerged from it, with several branches stuck on his body. He raised his hand towards him and an icy arrow suddenly appeared about one meter in front of him.

  The meaning is very clear, I've already arrived at the bush, you should go wherever you want to go, if you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for not giving you face.

  Chen Taizhong shook his head, feeling a bit ridiculous. It seemed that even here, they had divided up the hunting grounds, with each family having its own sphere of influence.

  But since it's like this, he came up with his own plan - I'll just carve out my own hunting ground, that should be fine, right?

  Then he walked around the surrounding bushes and came back with a large bundle of grass on his back, the branches and leaves spread out, at least four or five meters wide.

  The Red Canyon River has many places with lush branches and leaves, but also many open spaces. Chen Taizhong thinks that the Thunderhoof Deer would also think that places with lush branches and leaves are not very safe.

  So he would have to do just the opposite.

  Then he opened up a clearing by the river and inserted grasses, creating an environment with sparse vegetation that didn't look too obtrusive.

  At this time, he no longer considered whether he could hunt the Thunder Deer or not. There were wild beasts around and hunters too. At least for a while, he was in no hurry to hunt the Thunder Deer.

  He then picked up the big pot and held it up like a turtle shell, blocking the view of others while he took out a set of fishing gear from his sleeve, carefully tidying it up before sitting down by the river to fish.

  However, the fishing gear on Earth was really not very useful. The fish line was bitten off one after another, and Chen Taizhong, in a fit of anger, simply tied the hook to the steel wire - I don't believe you can continue to bite it off.

  The unbeliever was blessed. By the afternoon, he had caught two fountain-spouting crucian carp, one weighing over three catties and the other almost five catties.

  He excitedly pulled the two fish ashore, and to think that this was also a first-class weak beast. Just saying that this bit of fish meat, taking it into town, should also be able to sell for around two ling.

  Chen Taizhong has no plans to sell these fish; he intends to eat them himself.

  Squatting here for three to five days, shouldn't there be some food to fill the belly? In fact, for him now, this task is indeed profitable, but it's not okay to just talk about making money without mentioning self-cultivation.

  The spiritual energy in the wilderness can't compare to that of inns and daily rental houses, but it's many times stronger than anywhere on Earth. Adding the nourishment of wild beast meat, whether or not to return to the city really doesn't matter much.

  However, later in the afternoon, a ferocious beast appeared in the river. Chen Taizhong's third fish was about to be pulled ashore when his hands suddenly loosened, and a more than three-meter-long fierce beast emerged from the river, snatching away the fish on the hook.

  Chen Taizhong pulled up the fishing line, but found that all the steel wires had been bitten off by that guy.

  That night, he rested in a place two hundred meters away from the riverbank, as usual, lit a big fire, cleaned and scaled the more than three catty fish, and roasted it on the fire - also using seasonings from the earth.

  When this fish was being roasted, there were some blurry figures around it. When it was almost done, you could even hear the sound of people drooling, but in the end, no one rushed over to ask for a share.

  Chen Taizhong naturally monopolized it, but just as he was about to put the last piece of fish meat into his mouth, someone in the distance shouted, "I say, leave some for me... the price is negotiable!"

  This voice sounds familiar, Chen Taizhong thought for a moment... Ah, isn't this the middle-aged man from yesterday?

  But you're too late, and it's pointless to say anything now.

  The next moment, the middle-aged man rushed to the side of the bonfire and saw a pile of fish bones. He was taken aback at first, then stomped his foot and clutched his chest, saying, "I said... I told you it's good to say the price, why didn't you leave some for me?"

  "When you said that, I only had one piece left in my hand," Chen Taizhong replied expressionlessly. He didn't have a bad impression of this person, but... This is my food, whether to sell it to you or not, I'm the one who decides.

  "Then help me roast this horse leg," said the middle-aged man, taking out a horse leg from his storage bag.

  Chen Taizhong sat there, motionless.

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