Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

Song Chuan stood in front of a valley, gazing intently, and saw a large patch of red spiritual plants, each over three feet tall, growing there.

The flowers on the spiritual plant were fluffy like cotton, swaying precariously, as if they would scatter in all directions if the wind blew.

Strangely, there was not a breath of wind here, and the flowers remained hanging on the branches.

Song Chuan carefully surveyed the area. The spiritual plants there were called Firefly, a type of spiritual plant on Master Kuzhuo's list.

He guessed that Master Kuzhuo must have practiced fire-attribute techniques, since almost all the spiritual plants on the list were fire-attribute.

However, the tinder in front of us is not so easy to collect, because it does not require the detection of spirit wires. Just by looking at its shape, we can tell that it has reached the third level!

Even if there are no monsters or beasts inside, it is extremely dangerous for someone who does not understand this spiritual plant to pick it rashly.

Song Chuan sneered inwardly. He knew he couldn't get the Foundation Establishment Pill that Master Ku Zhuo had promised without risking his life.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he immediately disappeared underground.

He scanned the area and, finding no danger underground, used the Concealing Bead to hide himself.

Just then, the sound of people talking came from inside.

"Brother Liang, are your resources scarce in your desolate region? Why did you come all the way to Qi to participate in this ridiculous Kongsang hunting trip?" an elderly voice rang out.

"Sigh, Brother Tian, ​​it's all the same everywhere. Besides, the competition among Qi Refining cultivators like us in our families is fierce. If we don't make contributions, we'll be kicked out sooner or later."

The man surnamed Liang sighed deeply.

"Although one of our owners at Crossing the Sea Tower is your Wilderness Wine Clan, the people from your Wilderness must have paid a considerable price this time, right?" the old man surnamed Tian continued.

"That's not true. The Wine Clan sold dozens of spots to some small and medium-sized families. I only managed to win in a family competition and thus travel thousands of miles to get here on the merchant ship of the Crossing Sea Tower!"

The man surnamed Liang sighed, as if recalling something.

Song Chuan, who was on the ground, frowned. The man surnamed Liang looked to be in his fifties, lean and capable, with a weathered face, but his cultivation level was at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

The old man surnamed Tian looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with a cunning face, and was actually at the ninth level of Qi Refining!

Both of them were wearing blue long gowns, the standard attire for the Crossing the Sea Pavilion.

Song Chuan recalled what Cheng Tu had once said: if a person hasn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage by the age of fifty, then he's not going to amount to much.

Although both of them were at the late stage of Qi Refining, they had clearly exhausted their potential and had to pursue external things everywhere.

As for that old man surnamed Tian, ​​he is no longer capable of establishing his foundation, nor is he afraid to participate in the Kongsang adventure. He doesn't even have the chance to retire.

And this Crossing the Sea Tower, a prestigious sect of the State of Qi, actually has a host in the desolate region. It's truly strange.

Song Chuan pondered inwardly. Master Ku Zhuo's list highlighted tinder as a must-collect item. Since these two had come here, they would surely find tinder.

Judging by their cultivation levels, these two are not easy to deal with!

Let's observe first and see if there's an opportunity to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.

"Brother Tian, ​​am I seeing things? This is fire-blowing tinder? Has it already reached level three?"

The man surnamed Liang stared ahead, his face beaming with joy, a hint of greed in his eyes.

"Not bad! It is indeed a third-tier Fire-Blowing Velvet. This one should be enough for Brother Liang to break even," the old man surnamed Tian said with a smile.

"One plant? There are so many here, of course Brother Tian and I will split them equally." The man surnamed Liang said somewhat displeased.

"Hehe, Brother Liang, you've misunderstood. I meant there's only one velvet plant here." The old man surnamed Tian wasn't annoyed and smiled slightly.

"What? What do you mean?"

"It seems Brother Liang doesn't know much about tinder," the cultivator surnamed Tian said, his eyes darting around.

"Of all the plants you see, only one is actually the mother plant; the rest are offspring plants that branched off from the mother plant."

"Oh? I know a few third-tier spiritual plants, but I've never heard of third-tier fire-blowing velvet before. Thank you for clearing things up, Brother Tian. How should we distribute it?"

The man surnamed Liang seemed to realize something and asked.

"My lifespan is nearing its end, and these worldly possessions, no matter how valuable, are of no use to me. I have come here to seek something else, so I will leave this to Brother Liang."

But I have one condition: when I find what I need, Brother Liang, you must lend me a hand!

The elderly man surnamed Tian initially appeared indifferent, but his expression became serious when he spoke the second half of his sentence.

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Liang clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Brother Tian, ​​rest assured, as long as we find what you need, I will do my utmost."

"Alright, hurry up and harvest, lest someone finds this place and something unexpected happens," the old man surnamed Tian nodded.

The man surnamed Liang rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with excitement as he walked into the valley.

He first used his divine sense to sense the valley, and finding no demonic beasts or insects, he began to carefully search for the mother plant.

The old man surnamed Tian looked at his figure with a faint hint of mockery on his face.

Meanwhile, Song Chuan, who was underground, cursed under his breath, "Idiot!"

The man surnamed Liang searched for almost half an hour but couldn't find the mother plant of the tinderbox.

At first he was cautious, but as time went on, he became impatient and his movements became more exaggerated.

He roughly brushed aside the tinder, creating gusts of wind.

As the breeze stirred, a "pop" was heard, and the petals of a velvet flower burst open, scattering sparks everywhere.

The man surnamed Liang glanced at it and, seeing that the small spark had no power, continued his search.

But then, a series of loud "bang bang bang" sounds followed.

Large swaths of tinder petals scattered, and sparks instantly merged into a sea of ​​fire!

In the blink of an eye, this valley had become a place of raging fire!

Only then did the man surnamed Liang realize that something was wrong. He hurriedly took out a defensive magic weapon to protect himself and escape from the valley.

But it was too late. His clothes had already been covered in sparks without his knowledge, and the sparks quickly turned him into a fiery dumpling.

No matter how he used his magic and magical artifacts, he could not extinguish it.

A series of screams came from his mouth, and a few breaths later, he turned to ashes.

The old man surnamed Tian looked at the valley and chuckled wickedly, "Brother Liang, how could I possibly refuse this third-grade fire-blowing tinder? I only asked you to help me retrieve another item to dispel your doubts."

"Human hearts are unpredictable," Song Chuan thought with a cold laugh from underground.

Since this old man surnamed Tian has killed his companion, he might have a chance in a one-on-one situation.

However, this old man is cunning and treacherous, and must be quite capable. We need to think of a good strategy.

At this moment, the tinder fire in the valley gradually died down, and sparks occasionally rose from the ground.

After a while, once the sparks had died down, the old man surnamed Tian finally stepped into the valley.

However, at this very moment, another unexpected event occurs!

A figure swiftly passed the old man surnamed Tian and headed straight for a certain place in the valley.

"Who goes there? How dare you!"

The old man surnamed Tian shouted angrily and hurriedly chased after him.

He patted his storage bag, and a jade-green throwing knife struck the man's back with lightning speed.

Unfazed, Song Chuan, underground, quietly used his earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique or method of escape) within the range of the Concealing Breath Pearl's magical power to follow them.