Alien Science Cultivation

Zhang Qiang watched the battle until midnight. The fireballs of the Phantom Fire Scorpion and the ice breath of the giant python collided, instead of once a minute, now once every half an hour. The light of the fireballs gradually dimmed, and the chill of the ice breath became weaker and weaker. "It seems that they are tied again tonight... I won't watch it anymore, let's practice. It's dangerous here, but it's safe. By the way, collect some iron filings and put them in the storage bag. I will practice in the iron filings pile at night. How is porcelain made... It is made of kaolin (also called Guanyin clay). I played with Guanyin clay when I was a child, and it is not uncommon in the Dark Forest. I will go get some tomorrow and make a few porcelain clothes to wear. I will add iron filings. If it is dangerous during the day, I will travel at night..." Zhang Qiang thought of this and glanced at the battle below. Basically, both sides have reached their limits! The sound of the explosions became smaller and smaller.

The next morning, the first rays of sunlight struggled to penetrate the dense foliage, casting a light on Zhang Qiang's slightly weary face. He slowly opened his eyes from his training, a look of determination and anticipation in them. "The concentration of black spiritual energy here is much higher than that of the spiritual spring. It seems the entrance to Hell must be connected to this black spiritual energy..." Zhang Qiang muttered softly to himself, his thoughts swirling like willow catkins. He glanced down at the scene of the previous night's battle. The fire scorpion was gone, and the giant python had returned to its dark form, curled up in the cave, motionless.

Zhang Qiang didn't linger. After confirming his direction, he left at top speed. His footsteps were like the wind, stirring up clouds of dust along the way. He found a relatively safe place and spent half a day meticulously crafting three sets of porcelain outer garments. One was modeled after an ancient Chinese general's armor, using minimal porcelain tiles and protecting key areas. This allowed for better movement or faster travel. It offered excellent flexibility but limited defense. Another was modeled after foreign armor, completely covered in porcelain tiles, leaving only a slit for the eyes. After all, ghosts couldn't detect them with spiritual sense and had to rely on their eyes. It offered excellent defense but limited flexibility. The third piece was made from even smaller pieces of porcelain strung together. Zhang Qiang imitated the Golden Jade Suit from television, consisting of 1203 pieces. The pieces were strung together using tough, durable rattan, offering moderate flexibility and defense.

"Will this third item also be worth 32 billion if we get it to Earth? Oh... I miss home... Let's go, find the entrance to hell as soon as possible, and hope to return to Earth soon..." Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang's pace quickened a little, and his eagerness seemed to make the ground under his feet spark.

The closer he got to the entrance to Hell, the denser the beasts became. There was no escape, and their aura grew stronger. He even saw swarms of golden-shelled scorpions moving together! The occasional sounds of fighting forced Zhang Qiang to abandon his plan to travel during the day. He found a relatively safe spot on a large tree, used his spiritual sense to create a small cave, and observed any movement in the area from above.

Zhang Qiang's spiritual awareness was fully activated, and he always held the Netherworld Dagger in his right hand, ready to respond to any emergency. Perhaps it was a blessing from heaven, or perhaps it was his grandmother's protection. As the sky darkened and the beasts slowly retreated, Zhang Qiang donned his jade-shaped porcelain robe, his spiritual awareness fully activated. While scouting for danger, he controlled the iron filings to swirl around him! He quickly headed towards the entrance to Hell.

The ferocious beasts he occasionally encountered on the road were also rushing forward like desperate men, not caring about his presence at all. The ghosts seemed to be unaware of Zhang Qiang's presence, and occasionally a few of them would avoid him from a distance when they saw a ball of swirling iron filings! They were very afraid! Zhang Qiang rushed all the way.

"Bang..." Zhang Qiang's flying body was violently knocked away, "Damn... was I attacked by surprise?" Zhang Qiang exclaimed in mid-air, hurriedly stabilized his body in the air, and looked back to check the situation.

A one-eyed, plump, insect-like ghost, over ten feet long, glowed faintly green. Its sixteen legs scrabbled haphazardly in the air, and countless needle-like hairs covered its legs and surrounding areas. Its cylindrical body consisted of a head, thorax, and abdomen. Its smaller head scraped against the ground, seemingly in pain. A pair of large, dark red fangs thrashed back and forth as it thrashed its head back and forth. It wailed incessantly, cursing, "Who ambushed me... It hurts so bad... It hurts so bad..."

"Sorry, brother, it's not a sneak attack. I was just on my way and bumped into you..." Zhang Qiang was almost amused by this chubby silkworm-like thing, and the atmosphere of fear was reduced a lot. He couldn't help but respond bravely.

"Huh?... Why can't I sense you... How did you do it, boy? Ouch... It hurts so much... I can't get up..." The one-eyed silkworm asked in confusion while wailing, his voice full of pain and confusion.

"It's just a little trick..." Zhang Qiang said calmly.

"Are these little tricks? If I hadn't sensed a strange cloud of flying sand and slowed it down in time, I would have been dead for half a day today. Who taught you these tricks? Also, no matter where you come from, you must compensate me with a few beast pills today... Otherwise, I will never let you go..." The one-eyed silkworm shouted angrily, with a bit of arrogance in his voice.

"Brother... you couldn't brake in time and hit me! You are trying to scam me and blackmail me... I have to hurry... see you later." After Zhang Qiang finished speaking, he ignored the one-eyed silkworm and turned around to continue speeding towards the entrance of hell.

"Still thinking of leaving... what the hell are you dreaming of?" The poisonous-eyed silkworm struggled to steady itself, eyes wide open, and roared. However, the moment it climbed to its feet, it was completely surrounded by layers upon layers of dense iron filings and broken porcelain shards that couldn't be detected by spiritual sense. Zhang Qiang dared not be careless when facing the ghostly entity. He had already silently used porcelain shards to conceal the iron filings, sealing the area around the one-eyed silkworm completely.

"Haha... Big brother, dear brother... I was wrong, my name is Dulong..." One-eyed Silkworm's voice was filled with fear, as if he was extremely afraid of these iron filings. He admitted his mistake without a second thought, and kept nodding and bowing to Zhang Qiang, his fawning appearance making people laugh.

Zhang Qiang was also stunned for a moment. After all, Zhang Qiang's move was just to trap the one-eyed silkworm for a while, giving himself a chance to escape. In fact, Zhang Qiang was even more panicked than the one-eyed silkworm. After all, this was his first time fighting a ghost.

"My name is Zhang Qiang... How long have you lived here? I want to know some information... I wonder if you can tell me..." Zhang Qiang pretended to be calm and tried hard to control his voice to sound calm and firm.

"You've found the right person to ask for information... Although my cultivation is not high... But I was born here and will die here... There is really no news that I don't know... Just ask... Brother..." The one-eyed silkworm put away his fangs and said with a flattering face, looking like a servant who was eager to please his master.