I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

He received quite a few spiritual herbs from the Spirit Medicine Hall, and he vaguely remembered that the list on the list was at least level four, and most of them were level five or six.

"After graduation, I don't want to touch any books. If you have to memorize things, I might as well just kill myself."

Sweet Flower Boy didn't quite understand what kind of cultivation stage 'graduation' meant.

However, this did not prevent him from realizing that Huang Fugui had no intention of buying the book, and he dejectedly rejoined the herb-gathering army.

……

The group continued on their way.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out.

"Fermented mung bean juice pear! A thirty-year-old fermented mung bean juice pear!"

"Wow, Dongpeng, you've struck it rich! Aren't you going to treat us to a meal when you get back?"

"One meal isn't enough! You think you can escape by listening to music in a brothel? I've been wanting to hear 'Thirty-Six Touches' for ages! This is a fermented bean juice pear! A thirty-year-old fermented bean juice pear is terrifyingly good!"

The bald man didn't bother with it. Soybean juice and pears, fourth-grade spiritual fruits, weren't enough to make him break his principles, otherwise his business would be difficult in the future.

The only thing that puzzled him was that the harvest was far too abundant, equivalent to two or three times the usual income. These people were quite lucky.

He continued, "Although the heavy rain slowed our progress, it also dissipated our scent, making it difficult for most demonic beasts to detect us, unless they are powerful demonic beasts that have reached the seventh level and possess full intelligence."

"But how is that possible? A team like ours wouldn't be even noticed by a seventh-level demon beast, because the spiritual power contained within us isn't enough to fill its teeth, unless there's a sixth-level cultivator in the team."

Old Wan added, "We've already traversed most of the Red Stone Forest, and the most dangerous central area is behind us. It's unlikely that any accidents will happen next."

As they were talking, the rain gradually stopped.

It's unclear whether it was exhausted due to going out of range or being burned by Jiang Wanyu's Heavenly Fire.

The thick white fog swept in again.

Like a series of barriers, they completely enveloped the Red Stone Forest.

It was different from the thin mist seen inside the city.

Even cultivators today cannot see anything more than ten meters away through that mist.

Looking at the ever-surging yet undispellable spiritual mist, the bald man felt a sense of unease.

"It shouldn't be anything serious, right? Just hold on a little longer and we'll be out soon."

He murmured something to comfort himself.

"Stop picking! You can't see anything at all anymore. Let's hurry while I can still figure out where we are!"

The bald man had already made up his mind.

Getting lost in the Redstone Forest is a terrifying thing; you never know which monster's territory you'll step into next.

Ignoring the possibility of making too much noise and attracting monsters, he shouted, "Old Wan, Brother He, Fugui's father, stick close to me! We're about to charge!"

A tyrannical spiritual power filled his body, and he moved forward violently in a straight line, mercilessly smashing aside any trees that stood in his way.

"Damn it, I don't know if it's the premature eruption of the tomb that caused the strange phenomenon or the anomaly in the Red Stone Forest. Returning to Pingchuan City by the same route is impossible. There's only one more stretch of road ahead. Let's rush out of the Red Stone Forest first and then discuss our next plans!"

As for the others, the bald man was no longer of concern.

Or rather, he has already been used as a scapegoat.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: They're all fish and meat, just on different cutting boards.

Midday on the moon.

The hazy light seemed particularly cold and desolate.

The stars twinkled, and all was quiet between heaven and earth.

The spiritual mist, which had stopped spreading, began to surge again.

It is faster and more silent than before.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The bald man's hysterical roar.

"Losing my way is bad enough, but I've been heading in one direction for half a day and I still haven't made it out of the Redstone Forest!!!"

"Old Wan, where are the marks you made?"

He stood there stiffly, his veins bulging and his voice hoarse and strained.

"Old Wan? Stop playing dead and talk to me! Where's the mark I told you to make?"

His eyes seemed to be red-rimmed, like a wild beast that had been driven to the brink of despair and was about to charge at anyone and take them down with it.

He turned around.

There was no one behind.

"Old Wan?"

He felt a sudden surge of fear.

I didn't dare to breathe loudly, my heart was pounding.

He slowly retreated to the tree, preparing to mark it himself.

Suddenly something tripped him up.

He looked down.

It vaguely resembles half an arm.

She was still holding a sweet flower tightly.

The bald man instinctively created some distance and took a few steps back.

He stepped on the soft fruit again.

He dared not lower his head, and cautiously looked around.

Find a hypothetical enemy.

Soon.

A familiar scent wafted into his nostrils.

Soybean milk and pear...

It originated from the fruit he had just trampled.

The bone-chilling cold made his scalp tingle.

The boundless darkness threatened to engulf him.

……

……

The blazing flames in Jiang Wanyu's eyes seemed to want to devour the darkness.

The flames burned wildly, the raging fire dancing like demons in mid-air, welcoming the terror that was lurking deep within the flames.

The hottest part is almost a pure white flame core.

Wherever she went, any demonic beasts that tried to stop her were basically cut down with a single sword strike.

"Sword Granny, what should we do?"

Sword Granny lamented his misfortune and was furious at his lack of resolve: "I told you, even at my peak, I wouldn't dare boast of being able to withstand the cursed power of the Heavenly Fiend Fox. Wan Yu, I imagine you're already feeling cold all over, radiating chills even in this sweltering heat! That's a sign of the calamity's corruption..."

Fine beads of sweat trickled down Jiang Wanyu's nose.

"It's alright. I feel a bit hot around here. Sword Granny, I'm asking you what to do now, not why this happened!"

Her face was flushed, and she was panting as she put the black trench coat back into her storage ring.

"Sword Granny, didn't you claim to be knowledgeable and experienced? Do you have any clues?"

"It's hot around here? Wan Yu, you're really lucky! You've turned misfortune into a blessing! This isn't spirit mist at all!" Sword Granny's voice was tinged with barely perceptible excitement: "We've all been fooled! Even I almost fell for it!"

"Because I can't really sense changes in the surrounding temperature. You're sure it's hot, right? You don't have cold limbs, and you're emitting cold air on a hot day, right?"

Jiang Wanyu didn't understand why Jianlao was so obsessed with the idea that her limbs were ice cold and she was emitting cold air even in the sweltering heat. She had no rhyme or reason: "Hmm, not cold at all."

"What a brilliant technique! This Chaotic Soul Fire is likely to give birth to a fire spirit!"

"The fog is fake! This morning the sun was shining brightly, and there was only a thin layer of fog. According to common sense, it would have dissipated quickly under the sunlight. Why did it not only not dissipate after entering the Red Stone Forest, but instead become thicker?"

"The rainstorm started shortly after you drew your sword, which is correct in principle, but it shouldn't have lasted that long! I suspect it actually stopped halfway through."

"It's just that Huang Fugui was inside the spiritual energy shield, and you used heavenly fire to isolate and avoid the rain. The others were busy with the joy of the harvest, and the bald man was only focused on taking care of them. Everyone's perception was blurred, so no one noticed anything unusual!"

Jiang Wanyu was completely confused by what he heard.

She had no choice but to interrupt, "Grandma Sword, what are you talking about...?"

Sword Granny rolled her eyes, knowing that she couldn't explain it to Jiang Wanyu in a short time, so she directly stated her conclusion: "You have been targeted by the Chaotic Heart Flame. What you are seeing now may not be real! It is an illusion created by its burning and distortion!"

"It's both a risk and an opportunity. It appears unexpectedly here. You have almost no competitors, but you could also lose your life because of it!"

"No, that's not right! Heavenly Fire rarely attacks humans proactively. I'm more inclined to believe that it erupted prematurely, fought its way out, and then fell into a state of weakness where it could be extinguished at any moment. It needed a lot of spiritual energy to replenish itself, and on its escape route, it just happened to target your team, which it could just manage to take down!"

"It misjudged your strength, you understand what I mean?"

"Take it!"

"It's too much of a coincidence, a coincidence that frightens me. Wan Yu, I have a feeling that it's not that I gave you the Burning Sword Technique, but that the Burning Sword Technique was created just to be given to you! How long has it been? Half a month? The second Heavenly Flame has been delivered directly into your arms! In my previous life, even with the cultivation of a Heavenly Lord, I would have searched for thousands of years and still not found a single one!"

After her analysis, Sword Granny became so excited that she started rambling incoherently.

"Remember, Wanyu, what you see next is all an illusion! Don't just look at the surface!"

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"be lost?"

For Huang Quan, walking on a path that leads nowhere is simply getting lost.

"Migu..."