Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe kept shuttling through the deep mountains and old forests, and couldn't help but sigh that the immortal master could also get lost. He might be the first one. It would be great if he had a navigation. As the sky gradually darkened, it was time to find a place to rest. The immortal master was still a human being and also needed to rest.

He found a cave, used the Mountain and River Sword to modify it, and blocked the entrance with a large stone. A temporary cave was built. As for the safety factor, it should not be high, but it can be used to protect against wild beasts.

After Zhao Shanhe finished practicing today, he did not rest. He planned to open the raw stones in the storage bag. Since there were extra shells, the Chaos Spirit Field would not accept them.

Opening a raw stone in a gambling stone shop requires specialized tools, as the outer shell of the stone is exceptionally hard. Zhao Shanhe tried the Shanhe Sword, but it didn't seem to work, as it could easily damage the contents. With a sudden burst of force, he cracked the stone with his bare hands. Anyone who saw him would be shocked. He certainly had a talent for physical training, perhaps due to the secret techniques cultivated in the Chaos Spirit Field.

With a crack, the stone cracked, and a small blade of grass fell out. Zhao Shanhe was deeply frustrated. Grass growing in the stone? The key point was that he could buy this kind of spiritual herb for only fifty spirit stones outside, and it wasn't a rare species. This was a huge loss. Unconvinced, he planted it in the spiritual field. The stone grew the same thing as the ones sold outside. This thing is called stone grass.

It seemed like God was playing a joke on him. Several red raw stones were made of this kind of grass. Maybe the grass in the stone sold outside was also made from the raw stones. Fortunately, there were two orange ones as a backup, so he shouldn't lose money.

Zhao Shanhe prayed to all the gods and Buddhas on the mountain, and this time what he got was no longer stone grass, but a piece of black and white, earthy stone. Although it didn't look good, it was definitely a good thing. He quickly moved it to the Chaos Spirit Field, but found that it was an auxiliary material and could not be planted directly.

The stone tablet in the Chaos Spiritual Field revealed the legendary Space Stone, which Zhao Shanhe added to his Mountain and River Ring without hesitation. Only the last piece of raw stone remained, and within it appeared a small grass. It looked almost identical to the grass in the stone, practically identical, save for the shimmering light.

Zhao Shanhe had a unique way of identifying things he couldn't understand. He would bury them in a spiritual field and plant one, and he would know. He was ecstatic when he saw the introduction on the stone tablet.

Root-condensing immortal grass, (orange) growth cycle 1000 years, effect: can allow mortals to condense spiritual roots.

After the excitement, he calmed down. Although the thing was good, it was a pity that there was only one. Who in the family could use it? It would be better if there were more.

Zhao Shanhe carefully examined the stone tablet and discovered some clues. There was definitely something fishy about that thousand-year growth cycle. He pondered, "Why are this Condensing Root Immortal Grass and the Stone Grass so similar? Could there be some connection between them? Not only are their appearances similar, but even their growing environments are quite similar... To say they have no connection is simply impossible! Could it be that, like the old mountain ginseng, it only needs enough years to complete its evolution? Perhaps the answer will be revealed in a month."

The biting cold wind pierced the cave like a sharp blade through the cracks in the rocks, but Zhao Shanhe, having trained himself to be impervious to cold and heat, slept soundly. Suddenly, however, a deafening tiger roar erupted, like a thunderclap, jarring him from his deep sleep.

Zhao Shanhe's spirits lifted, and he stepped out of the cave with excitement. He felt the tiger's roar was familiar, so he quickly followed the source. Before long, an enormous tiger suddenly appeared before him. At least four meters long, its black stripes imposing, it was the feared tiger.

Seeing the child daring to stare at it, the tiger suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger, feeling that its dignity had been challenged as never before. Its eyes widened, its bloody mouth opened wide, and it let out a deafening roar. Then it suddenly leaped forward, using all its strength to pounce on the child, vowing to tear this ignorant brat into pieces.

Yet, facing such a ferocious attack, Zhao Shanhe remained remarkably calm. Though the tiger was significantly larger than before, it was still only an innate demon beast. With a flash of his body, he soared into the air like a ghost, easily dodging the tiger's pounce and landing on its back.

Zhao Shanhe firmly grasped the fur by its neck with both hands and exerted force. The tiger felt as if an immensely heavy mountain had been bearing down on its back, and its limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. Instantly, fists rained down on its forehead, each one packing astonishing force, like the blow of a hammer.

The poor tiger was beaten so hard that it was dizzy and had stars in its eyes. It had completely lost its ability to resist. The once majestic tiger could only struggle under Zhao Shanhe, trying to escape this predicament.

Zhao Shanhe shouted, "Mountain King, take me to the old forest and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll peel off your tiger skin and make a coat."

If the tiger could speak, it would have begged for mercy long ago. He couldn't bear the beating, and a red light flew out from his eyebrows and floated in front of Zhao Shanhe's eyes. Curiosity killed the cat, so he stretched out his finger and poked it, and the red light went into his body along his finger.

"You idiot tiger, how dare you plot against me? I'll kill you."

Zhao Shanhe felt that the red light just now was not a serious thing. He planned to kill the mountain king to eliminate future troubles. A childish voice sounded in his heart.

"Master, please spare me. That was a slave contract. I have already surrendered."

"I surrender. Do a somersault for me to see."

"Master, I'm not a monkey. Can I make some normal requests?"

"Take me back to the old woods."

"Master, where is Lao Linzi?"

"The place where you first met me was the walking feces. Do you remember it?"

"I remember now. Master, please get on my back. I'll carry you right over."

"You stupid tiger, am I not right on your back?"

"Master, you are riding on my neck. I can't walk."

Zhao Shanhe released his strength and said, "You are really useless. Can you walk like this?"

After a quarter of an hour, the tiger stopped and said, "Master, we have arrived. There is a formation restricting us from going any further. I can't go through."

Although Zhao Shanhe had never learned about formations, he knew that where there were formations there should be fluctuations of spiritual power, and there should be no formations outside the old forest.

"Xiao Hu, there is no formation here. Maybe you sensed it wrongly."

"Master, I sense that there will be danger once we leave this place. There must be a formation."

Zhao Shanhe's eyes rolled and he said, "I order you to go over there." Then he got off the tiger's back and hid far away.

Shanjun had signed a slave contract and could not disobey Zhao Shanhe's orders. He left the old forest in fear, but nothing happened.

"Master, I'm out. What's going on?"

Zhao Shanhe probably guessed something, and he said, "Alright, go back and wait for me. Don't run around, don't hurt anyone, and just wait for me to come back."