Chen Fan’s cultivation had advanced, elevating his strength to a new high and enabling him to dominate the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land.
“Worrynot Grass. Not bad, not bad.” [1]
Chen Fan spotted a cluster of three-leafed grass ahead and plucked it. It was a clear, emerald-green spiritual herb.
“Blooddrip Ginseng. Nice. It can instantly propel someone at the sixth level to the seventh level. It’s worth at least a hundred primeval stones.”
After killing a demon tiger with a single strike, Chen Fan stowed away a stalk of blood-red mountain ginseng that seemed to ooze blood.
“Bright Spirit Golden Crystal. Used to forge grade-two treasures. A tael of it costs a hundred primeval stones, and this weighs at least a jin. That’s a thousand primeval stones.” [2]
Chen Fan drove away the demon beasts gathered on a hill and unearthed a pile of gold-like crystals.
Chen Fan combed through the area, gathering numerous natural and precious materials for refining treasures, totaling no less than twenty to thirty thousand primeval stones in value.
I really wish I could stay in Dragon Mountain Blessed Land forever. This place is truly an enormous treasure trove. Even if one ignores the abundant primeval qi that makes it a cultivation haven, one can’t overlook the numerous treasures and materials here.
Some of these things might not be very useful to him, but plenty of the fourth- and fifth-level cultivators outside would kill for them.
There was another reason he didn’t disregard the low-level herbs.
After fusing with the Bone Spirit Flame, Qin Yao had already become an Alchemist. Refining pills required large amounts of spiritual herbs, and she could use these herbs to practice.
“Hmm, someone’s fighting near the river?”
Chen Fan’s ear suddenly twitched.
He swiftly emerged from the trees and raced along the riverbank.
The river spanned ten miles, its waters raging and crashing against the reefs, with expansive beaches on either side.
The landscape featured dense reed bushes, rocky cliffs, varied terrain, and treacherous rapids. Within the river, formidable demon beasts rose and fell.
As he ran, powerful auras rippled violently from somewhere on the vast beach, reaching Chen Fan. He stopped and saw two Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples ganging up on Spring Autumn Sect’s Mu Chen.
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples were at the middle stage of the eighth level, and so was Mu Chen. Due to their relentless assault, Mu Chen had wounds deep enough to expose his bones and drenched in fresh blood.
“Damn it, you really think I’m afraid of you two? If I went all out, you would have to perish with me!” Mu Chen threatened fiercely, trying his best to fend off the attacks.
“Hehe, threatening us? We want to see how you will fight for your life. Phantom Kill!”
One of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples with a mole between his eyebrows laughed coldly. His attacks grew more ruthless and elusive, instantly inflicting a wound on Mu Chen.
“Haha, go all out, why don’t you? All bark and no bite. Do you think mere words can scare us?” The other Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciple with a sharp chin laughed maniacally.
They seemingly couldn’t care less about Mu Chen risking his life to confront them, toying with him like cats toyed with rats. They mocked and provoked him to unleash his full power.
Their fierce sword churned the sand on the ground, reducing gravel to powder.
“Damn it. Fine, if that's how it is, I'll drag you both to hell even if it costs me my life!” Mu Chen declared, his expression hardening, his cheeks contorting fiercely.
His primeval qi erupted, emanating a dangerous aura. A transparent air wave swept out, forcing even the millstone-sized rocks on the ground to roll over.
A huge sledgehammer appeared above Mu Chen and struck down.
As the sledgehammer struck down, it shattered the attacks from the two Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples. They both vomited mouthfuls of blood and were forced into a retreat.
However, just as Mu Chen was about to launch a second attack, he suddenly staggered and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his aura becoming chaotic.
The iron hammer condensed from his primeval qi also crumbled.
“Haha, is this all you can do when you go all out? That’s not bad, decent against early-stage, eighth-level practitioners, but it's a joke if you think you can take us down with just that. Spring Autumn Sect is really declining,” mocked the youth with a mole between his eyebrows, closing in on Mu Chen step by step.
Suddenly, the sound of wind pierced the air. The heart of the youth with a mole trembled, and he slashed out with his sword.
Following an explosion, the youth with a mole had his sword broken in two. Then, his head burst open like a watermelon. He couldn’t even utter a groan before he was killed, his corpse scattered all over.
This attack was incredible.
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciple with a sharp chin and Mu Chen were frightened, surveying their surroundings.
“Who is it? Show yourself!” demanded the sharp-chinned youth, wielding his sword with both hands, his expression tinged with fear.
“It’s me,” declared Chen Fan, striding out from the reeds. His formidable aura made the sharp-chinned youth take a few steps back.
"You dare try to kill a disciple of our Spring Autumn Sect. How audacious of you," said Chen Fan.
The sharp-chinned youth's pupils shrunk, recognizing Chen Fan.
After all, Wang Tengfei was slapped at the Dragon Mountain Peak’s platform all because of him.
Mu Chen felt relief wash over him when he saw Chen Fan. He had thought it was someone from another major sect.
“Are you alright?” Chen Fan asked, looking at Mu Chen.
Since Mu Chen wasn't a member of the Heaven's Alliance, Chen Fan had decided to help.
He would have simply walked away if it were Yang Feng, He Junyang, or any other Heaven’s Alliance members.
Mu Chen shook his head and said, “I’m fine. Just minor injuries.”
“Alright, then. You focus on recovering. I'll take care of him.”
Chen Fan walked confidently toward that sharp-chinned youth. His late-stage, eighth-level aura enveloped the youth, and he said, “End your own life. I can’t be bothered with you.”
Chen Fan’s aura seemed to be suffocating the sharp-chinned youth.
He wouldn't have been in such a dire situation if he were facing an ordinary eighth-level martial artist. However, Chen Fan's strength was akin to that of a Qi Grandmaster. How could he even hope to withstand it?
“Kill myself? Dream on! It’s do or die!” Despite being suppressed by Chen Fan's aura, the sharp-chinned youth was resolute
His primeval qi surged as he aimed his sword, forcefully activating his martial art. A sword light shot out, darting toward Chen Fan's heart like lightning from a hundred steps away.
“An ant trying to shake a tree? You are overestimating yourself!” Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. Extending his hand, he caught the sword light between two fingers.
With a flick of his arm, the sword light flew back faster, piercing the sharp-chinned youth's heart.
The sharp-chinned youth swayed. The sword qi eruption had torn his heart apart.
“Hehe, hehehe, you little bastard, you still have no idea, don’t you... Your senior sister is already... captured by... Senior Brother Fuchen... You’re... dead for sure!”
The sharp-chinned youth fell lifeless as his voice trailed off, a malicious smile lingering on his face.
Chen Fan was shocked at the news.
Wang Fuchen has captured Qin Yao?
"Chen Fan," Mu Chen approached slowly and said, "It's true. Qin Yao has fallen into Wang Fuchen's hands."
Mu Chen's confirmation hit him like a thunderbolt, leaving him reeling from the shock, his complexion instantly paling.
1. Has the same name as Daylilies, but since it’s a spiritual herb, I translated it literally to distinct it. ?
2. One tael is 50 grams. One jin is 500 grams. ?