Chapter 9: Blood Calamity

  When Lin Feng walked into the small hut, the creaking sound of the door opening woke up the old monk. The old monk opened his sleepy eyes and seemed to be very unhappy that Lin Feng had woken him up.

  Lin Feng said politely: "I'm very sorry to disturb your good dream, but... you'd better take a look at this first!"

  As he spoke, Lin Feng handed over the punishment letter from the Qingdan Gate's Executive Hall to the old cultivator, which was the jade tablet given to him by the managing disciple. The old cultivator only glanced at it and returned the jade tablet to Lin Feng, then said to him: "You want to go to the mountain valley to guard the spiritual medicine? No one has gone there for a long time, are you going to seek death?"

  Lin Feng was taken aback: "What do you mean? Isn't the spiritual medicine always being guarded by someone?"

  The old monk glanced at Lin Feng and said lazily, "You should be the new one, right? You don't know anything about the situation here. The mountain valley behind used to have someone guarding it all along, but since half a year ago, no one has gone to take care of it anymore."

  Lin Feng asked: "Why is that? Isn't there a lot of spiritual medicine inside? Even if the demon beast doesn't steal it, the cultivators outside will."

  Old Master shook his head: "Heh heh, don't even mention sneaking in. Even if they were allowed to enter openly and take it, no one would dare go in! Because half a year ago, a 7th-level Blood Fiend suddenly appeared from who-knows-where in the mountain valley, and many cultivators have already lost their lives!"

  "7th-level Blood Fiend? The kind that can hide its body? They feed on the inner elixir of demonic beasts or the primordial spirit of cultivators to supplement themselves?"

  The old monk nodded: "Some ghosts and monsters eat them, but they are not interested in ordinary spiritual grass. At first, no one knew that such a guy came to the valley, so many disciples who guarded the spiritual medicine disappeared inexplicably."

  Later, a group of foreign monks entered the valley to steal medicine and happened to encounter this Blood Fiend. Except for one person who managed to escape, all the others were devoured by it! From then on, no one dared to go to the Spiritual Medicine Valley again.

  Lin Feng's face was covered in cold sweat: "A 7th-level Blood Fiend, even a cultivator at the Connecting Dan stage wouldn't dare to provoke it. How could an ordinary disciple possibly survive going in? Why didn't the elders of Qingdan Gate go in and kill it?"

  The old monk curled his lip: "The elders of the Qingdan Gate are either in seclusion or wandering around, who has the leisure to care about this trivial matter? Most of the spiritual medicine in the mountains and valleys are not yet mature, and those suitable for forming dan period are even fewer. They naturally don't care about it. Moreover, Xue Sha is very good at hiding and escaping, I'm afraid it's not easy for the elders of Qingdan Gate to catch it."

  Lin Feng cried and continued to ask: "Then, is there any way to avoid that Blood Calamity? Or can we predict its arrival in advance?"

  The old monk looked at Lin Feng with a pitiful gaze: "No! The duty of guarding the Spiritual Medicine Valley was cancelled half a year ago, and generally speaking, no more disciples will be sent here unless you have violated the sect's rules and offended a higher-ranking disciple."

  Lin Feng was now gritting his teeth with hatred towards Yu Bo, it was clear that this was no ordinary punishment, but rather pushing him to the path of death! However, Lin Feng hated him all the same, and he still had to enter the valley, so he asked the old monk: "How can I get in?"

  The old monk took out a small flag from his storage bag, tapped a spell on it, and the flag suddenly swelled up with a "whoosh" sound, becoming very taut. Then the old monk threw the small flag into the sky, and to everyone's surprise, it billowed violently against the wind. When the flag had swollen to over seven feet long, it shot down from the air and stabbed into the ground with a loud "thud".

  Next, a hidden door emerged from the wall of the hut, and the old monk pointed to the hidden door and said: "Enter through this door, there is a mountain road that leads directly to the foot of the mountain. This is the only way in and out of Lingyao Valley from Qingdan Gate, which was closed due to the appearance of Xue Sha half a year ago."

  Lin Feng entered the Spiritual Medicine Valley under the gaze of the old cultivator. After Lin Feng went in, the old cultivator put away the small flag and the hidden door closed again. If Lin Feng was lucky, he would still be alive tomorrow morning, then the old cultivator would open the door to let him out.

  Lin Feng walked on the dim and quiet mountain road, his heart was extremely tense. It had been a long time since anyone came here, so tall wild grass grew everywhere, and every time the night wind blew, there would be a rustling sound from the grass, making Lin Feng's nerves even more tense.

  Fortunately, tonight there is a round moon shining in the sky, and Lin Feng can see the situation in the valley at a glance. In fact, for cultivators, even without the moonlight, they can use their spiritual sense to detect objects. However, for low-level cultivators like Lin Feng, the range of his spiritual sense is very narrow, so the role of sensory organs is still very important.

  Lin Feng had originally wanted to find a place to hide until dawn, but then he thought that doing so would be self-deception, because if there really was a Blood Calamity, no matter where he hid, it would be useless.

  Rather than waiting for death, it's better to go to the bottom of the valley and take a turn. Who knows, maybe I can pick up a flying artifact and use it to fly out of the valley. By the time dawn breaks, I can return to Qingdan Gate without anyone knowing.

  Lin Feng's idea wasn't bad, there were many low-level cultivators who had fallen in the Spiritual Medicine Valley, most of whom had flown in from outside and died, leaving their flying magical instruments at the bottom of the valley. If Lin Feng was lucky, he might really be able to pick one up.

  But Lin Feng also knew that this possibility was extremely small, because the Spiritual Medicine Valley had only one mountain road leading to the Qingdan Gate, and all other places were steep cliffs reaching into the clouds. Outsiders could fly in from anywhere, and Lin Feng had no idea where they would fall. In such a large area, searching for a flying artifact was truly difficult.

  However, Lin Feng couldn't just wait for death like this. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would think of a way to escape. So, despite the tension in his heart, he gritted his teeth and headed towards the bottom of the valley.

  The mountain road seemed to be very long, and Lin Feng walked cautiously. Just as he reached the middle of the mountain, he smelled a strong fragrance of spiritual medicine in the valley below. If it weren't for the shadow of Blood Evil, Spiritual Medicine Valley would have been a wonderful place with great feng shui!

  Actually, the spiritual herbs in the Spiritual Medicine Valley are not rare species and their years are not long either. If these spiritual herbs were mature or had some precious varieties, even if there was a blood calamity, there would still be cultivators coming to take risks.

  There is no mature spiritual medicine, and even if it is stolen, there will be no therapeutic effect. Even if there are a few that have matured, they are all relatively low-grade spiritual medicines, high-ranking cultivators would not deign to come, and low-ranking cultivators are also unwilling to risk being killed by the Blood Massacre for this little bit of spiritual medicine.