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

Emerging from the cave, Song Chuan flew across the ground for most of the day before arriving at a rather dense thicket of thorns.

This forest is filled with poisonous gas, and the thorns grow tall and twisted, with black and sharp thorns.

It is obvious at a glance that if these thorns pierce the skin, one will be poisoned and may even die.

Song Chuan took out the silk handkerchief from Duanmu Jingyi, on which was a spiritual fruit called the Thorn-Throat Fruit, which was what this woman needed.

And this fruit grows in thorny forests.

You can't go underground in a place like this; it might be even more dangerous down there than above ground.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a stone shield artifact.

I don't know which unlucky person was tricked into obtaining this magical artifact by the Beast Taming Sect. It is of the earth element and has decent defensive capabilities.

It's a bit better than his Radiant Halo, but far inferior to the Shark Web.

Although the poisonous miasma here is severe, this magical artifact is sufficient for defense.

It's best not to use top-tier magical artifacts unnecessarily, to prevent others from spying on them and to conserve magical energy.

After taking necessary precautions, he stepped into the thicket of thorns.

Movement was quite difficult in this place, so they could only carry the magical artifacts and move forward slowly.

They walked for several hundred feet, encountering many small poisonous insects, but nothing particularly special.

This was already deep in the thorn forest. After walking another twenty or thirty feet, his mind stirred, and he carefully sensed the surroundings, his brows furrowing slightly.

Suddenly, a strange look appeared on his face, and he muttered, "There's another unlucky guy."

His eyes darted around a few times, and his expression calmed down.

There are people ahead! Two groups, no less.

He didn't even try to hide, and walked straight over.

About ten feet away, in a slightly open area, six cultivators were facing off in two groups, one on the left and one on the right.

The three people on the left, two men and one woman, are dressed the same and should be disciples of a sect.

The leader was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but he didn't look too well.

He was accompanied by a man and a woman, both at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Song Chuan knew all three of the people who were his adversaries.

The Miao-surname cultivator from the Fire Spring Sect, his junior brother, and the pockmarked boy.

The six people reacted differently when they saw Song Chuan walking over as if nothing had happened.

The two men and one woman were all taken aback when they saw Song Chuan's clothes and the hoe at his waist.

"They're from Wisteria Valley!" the woman muttered under her breath.

The Huoquan Sect brothers and the pockmarked boy both carried a hint of anger, especially the pockmarked boy who looked at Song Chuan with icy eyes.

The cultivator surnamed Miao quickly suppressed his anger and pretended to be nonchalant.

"This thorny fruit is right in front of you. Are you waiting for me instead of picking it?" Song Chuan said with a light laugh.

It turned out that there was a strange tree among these six people.

The trunk of this tree is not straight, but rather twisted and spiraled, and is about ten feet tall.

Three dark fruits hung on it, each about the size of a fist, covered with thin, sharp thorns, somewhat like sea urchins.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Ji Shuren, a disciple of Mingjian Pavilion. Greetings. This Thorn Throat Fruit is already at the third level, and its toxicity is considerable, making it extremely dangerous. We Qi Refining cultivators cannot easily harvest it."

The cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining among the three on the left spoke politely to Song Chuan.

"Tenghua Valley, Songchuan."

He nodded. The Mingjian Pavilion was also a sect with a Core Formation cultivator in charge, and its strength was comparable to that of the Huoquan Sect. When these two sects met, it would truly be a clash of titans.

He glanced around at the six people and then said:

"Then what are you all still doing here? Why don't you go and look for other opportunities?"

"So it's Fellow Daoist Song. We naturally all wanted to pick these third-tier Thorn Throat Fruits, but..."

The cultivator surnamed Miao also bowed to Song Chuan, then glanced at the three from Mingjian Pavilion. Before he finished speaking, his meaning was obvious.

Both groups wanted to pick the fruit, but neither wanted to go first, lest something go wrong and the other side benefit.

Song Chuan grinned at him, then turned his head away and addressed the Qi Refining Level 7 person from Mingjian Pavilion:

"How should I address you, fellow Daoist?"

The person at the seventh level of Qi Refining not only looked unwell, but also seemed somewhat absent-minded; otherwise, it wouldn't have been his junior brother who spoke on his behalf.

Seeing that Song Chuan, a disciple from a major sect in Teng Hua Valley, had taken the initiative to speak to him, he had no choice but to say, "My name is Gao Ping, greetings."

Song Chuan looked at him, his eyes narrowing: "Fellow Daoist Gao, your days are numbered."

"What?" Gao Ping exclaimed in surprise.

Ji Shuren and the woman beside him frowned deeply, wondering why the people from Teng Hua Valley were speaking in such a manner.

"You must have eaten a second-tier bee-fig fruit, right?" Song Chuan suddenly smiled.

"Well... we did encounter a bee-shaped tree, but I didn't eat any of its fruit."

Gao Ping's face was grim, and he seemed to have a suspicion in his mind.

"You didn't eat? Then how come there's a parasitic wasp inside you? If you don't remove it, your body will become its nest."

"Ah! Could it be that the demon bee inside the fruit I broke open that day later entered my body?"

Gao Ping exclaimed, no wonder he had been feeling unwell these past few days, but he couldn't detect anything even after several internal examinations.

Ji Shuren, who was standing next to him, exchanged a glance with the woman and became panicked.

"Fellow Daoist Song, do you have any methods to deal with the parasitic wasp inside my senior brother's body?" Ji Shuren asked.

"I can handle that. But you'll have to do something for me first."

Song Chuan chuckled and watched them.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you must have come here for this Thorn-Piercing Fruit as well. If you can cure your senior brother, we will definitely help you get the fruit without hesitation!"

The woman stepped forward, cupped her hands in greeting, and said impatiently.

Song Chuan glanced at her, but shook his head.

Then, he suddenly withdrew his defensive magic weapon, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and pointed at the three men surnamed Miao, shouting:

"Help me kill these three, and I will remove the parasitic wasps from Gao Ping!"

After saying that, he flipped his wrist and summoned two attack magic weapons at the same time, which went straight for the man surnamed Miao.

The three from Mingjian Pavilion looked at each other and exchanged bewildered glances.

Now that things have come to this, Gao Ping's life is of utmost importance.

If anything were to happen to Gao Ping, Ji Shuren and his junior sister would face great difficulties in the Kongsang Mountains.

Seeing Song Chuan attack the man surnamed Miao, the three of them gritted their teeth, took out their magical weapons, and attacked the remaining two.

The three men surnamed Miao actually harbored different intentions from the moment Song Chuan entered.

The pockmarked boy harbored resentment towards Song Chuan because Song Chuan had previously killed Lin Kuo, causing him to lose his backbone in the Kongsang Mountains.

And that piece of locust stone, he and Lin Kuo found it together, it's extremely precious!

It can break through top-tier magic weapons; it is a rare stone whose sharpness is even difficult for Foundation Establishment cultivators to withstand!

The two brothers, especially the man surnamed Miao, had already been considering retiring.

However, seeing that Song Chuan had come alone, while there were also cultivators from the Mingjian Pavilion present, he thought he should observe further and see if he could take advantage of the situation.

As a result, after exchanging a few words with the three men, Song Chuan unexpectedly pointed his sword at his own side.

That damned Gao Ping was parasitized, and Song Chuan just happened to have a way to deal with it—something he never expected!

He was both shocked and furious! In this thicket of poisonous thorns, escape was no longer an option.

With a sigh of resentment, he summoned a small shield and erected a defensive barrier.