Volume 1 Chapter 4 Dong Feng Wu You

  The mountain peak that Fang is heading to at this moment is called Dongfeng, which is named according to its direction. Similarly, the other three sides have Xifeng, Beifeng, and Nanfeng, in addition to the main peak where Qingyun Sect is located, all of which are the core areas of Qingyun Mountain.

  Beyond the five mountain peaks, there is an extended area, said to be seventy-two peaks in total. Beyond this extended area lies the outer region of Qingyun Mountain, where the terrain is generally not very rugged and is a place for ordinary people to live.

  However, if we talk about the most dangerous place, it's not the core five peaks of Qingyun Mountain, but rather the seventy-two peaks in the extended area. These seventy-two mountain peaks are extremely steep and treacherous, with no ordinary mountain paths or even a foothold to be found. Cliffs and precipices abound, with deep valleys and eerie miasma lingering everywhere. This is where those powerful spiritual beasts live, and even someone like Kong Fei, who has a flying mount and is an exceptional third-generation disciple of Qingyun Sect, wouldn't dare to come here lightly.

  Of course, great risks also come with great benefits. In the seventy-two peaks region, there are all sorts of rare minerals and rare spiritual herbs. If one can kill a powerful spiritual beast or collect a rare spiritual herb, they will also gain a handsome income.

  Feng Ruo had guessed it more than once, and Qu Yun said that the treacherous merchant might have taken a group of people to the edge of the 72 Peaks to take risks.

  However, Feng Ruo doesn't have the qualifications to join Qu Yun's adventure team yet. He came to Dongfeng not to hunt low-level spiritual beasts, but to collect ten-year-old Congxuecao, a low-grade spiritual herb that is abundant throughout the Qingyun mountain range. However, he can only collect it in this area, because if he goes deeper, he may encounter low-level spiritual beasts.

  However, now that Feng Ru has the Moonlight Short Sword, he finally has a bit of self-defense capability, so he decided to venture deeper in order to gather more Congealed Blood Grass. If he's lucky, he might even encounter Ganluo Branch and Qianli Xiang, those two types of spiritual herbs.

  As Feng Ruo didn't have a flying mount, he couldn't fly over the gorge that was hundreds of meters wide in one go. Fortunately, someone had left an iron chain as thick as an arm on both ends of the gorge, which gave him a way to cross.

  However, this iron chain road did not have any protective measures at all. Coupled with the howling mountain wind in the canyon, it was impossible to walk over, even if one had the agility of Feng Ru, they could only scramble and crawl over, using their hands and feet, inching along bit by bit.

  Fortunately, Feng Ruo was not climbing the iron chain for the first time. He checked his belongings and tied three Qiankun bags and the Yingyue short knife tightly to his body. After all, the iron chain would shake violently due to the strong mountain wind, and if he lost one item, he would be heartbroken.

  Taking a deep breath, he glanced down at the bottomless abyss below, where clouds and mist swirled. Feng Ruo quickly took out two strips of cloth and tightly wrapped them around his hands. This was because the valley was filled with rising mist and extremely high humidity, coupled with the fact that the iron chain stretched for hundreds of feet, making it easy to slip. With the cloth strips wrapped around his hands, he no longer had this worry.

  Everything was ready, and if he didn't hesitate again, he quickly climbed along the iron chain and passed by. Half a stick of incense later, he had already arrived smoothly in the mountains on the other side.

  She carefully observed her surroundings for a while, and after making sure there were no signs of low-level spiritual beasts around, Feng Ruo bowed her body, took light steps, held the Moon-Reflecting Short Sword, and proceeded forward with extreme caution.

  This area on the edge of the cliff has been searched back and forth by him many times, all the coagulated grass has been collected, so he can only continue to move forward with a hard scalp.

  On the top of the East Peak, everywhere is lush with tall trees, most of which are hundreds of years old, some even over a thousand years old. Each one requires several people to hug together, and the height reaches dozens of meters, even tens of meters. The huge canopy covers down, forming a large area of shade.

  Fortunately, the trees growing between them are not dense, so there are still a few strands of sunlight shining down, otherwise the environment here would be very gloomy.

  The weeds on the ground are not very tall, about half a foot high, but they are very dense. Many unknown wildflowers sway gently in the breeze above them, and the faint floral scent mixed with the smell of grass makes one feel as if he is in a dream.

  But at this moment, Wu Yan was extremely tense, carefully taking every step, staring wide-eyed from the treetops above to the grass below and everything around him, he had to observe carefully before confirming that there was nothing unusual, only then would he continue forward.

  This wasn't because he was timid, but rather because he was very clear that the place he was in now wasn't some ordinary mountain or forest in the mortal world. Here, even a small insect might be a lethal existence. In that beginner's spiritual beast identification record, there were at least over a dozen kinds of seemingly ordinary yet deadly poisonous insects recorded, their danger level not one bit lower than those large low-grade spiritual beasts.

  Suddenly, Feng Ruo's gaze condensed and stayed on a clump of grass. Among these weeds, there was actually a ten-year-old Blood Congealing Grass.

  "Hey! Looks like my luck isn't so bad after all!" Feng Ruo secretly cheered in her heart, and after taking another look around, she walked over and took out a jade knife with a faint green color from her storage bag. This was specially used for harvesting spiritual grass, and the price was one Five Elements Stone, which was also part of Feng Ruo's debt.

  Harvesting Congealing Blood Grass, Feng Ruo had already become extremely skilled at it. After a short while, he put the Congealing Blood Grass into his storage bag.

  Perhaps it was good luck, or perhaps there were deeper reasons, but within two hours, Feng Ruo had collected several dozen Congxuecao, and the goal of three hundred was already within reach.

  "Huh? Is that... Ganluo Branch?" Feng Ru suddenly exclaimed excitedly, and in front of him tens of feet away, two stalks of spiritual grass with cyan-purple leaves were quietly growing there!

  "Ganluo branch! This must be a Ganluo branch!" Although Fengruo had never seen this spiritual grass before, he still recognized it at a glance, having memorized the identification of primary spiritual grasses. The Ganluo branch was much more valuable than the Congxue grass, and could be used to refine the Huoluodan powder, which was used to supplement the deficiency of Fa Li, exactly what Fengruo urgently needed now.

  Taking a deep breath, Feng Ruo was about to go forward and harvest the two Ganlu branches, but at this moment, in the corner of his eye, a dog-sized thing suddenly appeared.

  In an instant, Feng Ruo involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat. However, thanks to his past experience of fighting on the battlefield, he did not panic and scream as he ran away. Instead, he stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, and faced the spiritual beast head-on.

  "It's a Black Spirit Lynx!" Feng Ruo's pupils contracted slightly as the data from the Primary Spiritual Beast Identification Record flashed through his mind.

  "Hei Ling Li, a first-class spiritual beast, has a compact body and will actively attack. Its speed is fast and its danger level is general."