Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

The Wandering Spider, also known as the Ghostly Spider, is the king of spiders in the canyon.

However, the Ghost Spider's status as the king of spiders is not due to its profound magic or potent venom.

The main reason is that the spider silk it spits out is extremely special, and it is difficult for any magical beast to detect the existence of its spider silk.

Once a magical beast of the same level is caught in its spider silk, it will find it difficult to break free. Eventually, it will gradually lose its fighting ability in the numbing mucus, or even die directly, and become food for the spider.

However, even the most powerful methods have their drawbacks. The biggest drawback of the slime on the web of the Ghostly Demon Spider is that it is susceptible to high temperatures.

When the temperature rises to a certain level, the mucus will melt into liquid and flow away.

Humans generally wear clothing, so as long as they are careful to avoid getting the slime on their skin, there is little danger. Therefore, the Ghost Spider is not a threat to humans.

As Xinlan worked on the spiderwebs being roasted by the firewood, she explained to Mo Yuming:

"The novice spider is only the size of a fist, with limited attack power; it can only be considered an ordinary little insect. Its food source is also some low-level insects and reptiles."

When it evolves to level two, its size will increase several times, almost the size of a cat or rabbit. Its prey will also change. It will no longer be limited to hunting low-level reptiles, but will begin to hunt some small mammals.

Furthermore, during this stage, some of the demon spiders begin to mutate. The successful ones evolve into demon beasts, and the spider silk they spit out also mutates. Only these mutated demon spiders can be considered true ghostly demon spiders.

At this stage, the spider silk begins to have some additional properties; the silk becomes more transparent and less noticeable.

When the Spider evolves to the third level, it will grow to the size of an alpaca or calf, its silk will be thicker and stronger, and it will begin to have the additional characteristic of illusionary camouflage.

At this stage, the spider silk can almost blend into the surrounding scenery, and its existence is virtually undetectable unless touched...

As the temperature rose, Mo Yuming saw the spider silk clinging to his clothes slowly condense into tiny droplets of sticky liquid.

The melted mucus dripped down the spider silk like water droplets, eventually falling to the ground or seeping into Mo Yuming's clothes.

Just as Mo Yuming was sweating profusely from the heat of the fire, the spider silk clinging to his body slipped off. Mo Yuming quickly stepped back, leaving the fire to cool off to the side.

At this moment, he was filled with curiosity and vigilance towards the mysterious spider, while also being grateful for Xinlan's quick thinking, which allowed him to successfully escape his predicament.

After Mo Yuming escaped the spider web, Xinlan extinguished the fire.

At this moment, the huge spider web in front of the fire was no longer intact. Only eight intersecting spider webs remained between the two trees. The coils of spider webs that had been attached to the eight webs had long since fallen off and slid to the ground.

If it weren't for the ash on it, you wouldn't have been able to tell that there was such a pile of transparent spider silk on the grass.

Mo Yuming curiously approached the scattered spider silk, squatted down, and gently picked up one of the strands.

The spider silk, about the thickness of a toothpick, had a peculiar texture to it—slightly cool and extremely smooth. He tried gently tugging at it a few times; the silk instantly stretched a bit, then quickly bounced back, displaying remarkable elasticity.

Mo Yuming increased his strength, gripping both ends of the spider silk tightly and pulling it apart forcefully. However, the spider silk only trembled slightly, showing no sign of breaking, demonstrating its unimaginable toughness.

Mo Yuming was secretly surprised. He tried several more times, but even with great effort, he could not break it.

He couldn't help but sigh:

"This spider silk is so strong that it could probably hold up hundreds or even thousands of kilograms of weight without any problem."

Next, he brought the spider silk closer to the residual heat of the fire and found that the silk was not afraid of the high temperature at all, which surprised him even more.

Mo Yuming found the spider silk truly fascinating, and countless scenarios in which it might be used flashed through his mind. Perhaps it could become a life-saving tool in crucial moments during his future journey; or perhaps it could play an unexpected role in some special circumstances.

So he couldn't wait to start sorting through the spider silk. He carefully found the ends of the silk threads in the pile, then carefully straightened them and wound them together little by little to form a neat ball.

As he organized the spider silk, Mo Yuming's eyes were filled with focus and anticipation, as if he were handling an invaluable treasure. Finally, he looked at the neatly arranged ball of spider silk in his hand with satisfaction and gently placed it into his storage bag.

At this moment, Mo Yuming was filled with anticipation for the unexpected spider silk he had acquired. He wondered what surprises and challenges this seemingly ordinary yet magical spider silk would bring on his journey ahead.

After passing this perilous pass of about ten zhang, a completely different landscape unfolded before them.

On the flat land, clumps and clusters of all kinds of flowers and grasses grow, like a sea of ​​flowers. Besides the colorful wild grasses full of flowers, there are also small flowering trees covered with various kinds of flowers.

Within sight, apart from the long row of strange "trees" growing along the bank of the stream, there were no other tall trees.

The row of strange trees, the tallest of which was about five zhang tall and about five wei in circumference, resembled banana trees. Their leaves were narrow and lush green, with leaves several zhang long growing from the base of the "tree" and layering around the trunk.

Four or five long, whip-like branches, each about the thickness of a finger and over ten feet long, sprout from the crown of the tree. The branches are covered with spindle-shaped fruits, some green and some golden.

"Hemu tree!"

The two shouted out the tree's name almost in unison.

Yes, this is the only tall tree species in this canyon—the Hemu. A unique tree species that only grows in this canyon.

Starting from where the stream emerges from the earthen slope, about ten feet away, along both banks of the stream—half in the water and half on the bank—a tree stands every three to five feet, or every ten feet or so, winding its way along the path of the stream…

Mo Yuming finally got to see this strange plant up close.

This mysterious plant is actually a rice seedling magnified thousands or tens of thousands of times, but it is a perennial evergreen plant, which is fundamentally different from rice that grows every six months.

At this moment, Mo Yuming's eyes were filled with amazement. He gazed quietly at the tall trees, as if admiring a beautiful painting.

A gentle breeze blows, and the slender leaves sway gently, making a rustling sound, as if telling the ancient stories of this land.

The spindle-shaped fruits on the long, whip-like branches shimmered with a captivating luster under the sunlight; some were as green as jade, while others were as golden as amber, making one want to touch them.

Mo Yuming slowly approached a Hemu tree, gently stroking its rough trunk, feeling the marks left by time. His heart was filled with awe for nature, marveling at the wonder and mystery of this world.

For Xinlan, who preferred flowers and plants, the colorful blossoms were far more captivating. She couldn't help but cheer and leap with joy, darting about like a happy little rabbit among the flowers. She only glanced at the Hemu tree with curiosity before looking away.

"Huh! We've been here for quite a while, but we haven't seen a single spirit beast. Didn't Grandpa say there were lots of spirit beasts living here?"

Mo Yuming looked around but didn't see a single person.

"Yeah! I don't think I saw anything either!"

After hearing what Yu Ming said, Xin Lan raised her head, stood on tiptoe to look around, and then responded.

The canyon is several miles wide, and its terrain is as flat as an endless grassland.

Mo Yuming and his companion were currently at the top of the canyon. It was morning, the weather was clear, and the air was fresh.

Logically, the scenery within a radius of ten miles should be clearly visible. Anyone walking by should be able to see it.

"There's a large stone tablet not far ahead. Let's see what's on it!"

As Mo Yuming looked around, he saw a square stone tablet standing about a mile away. It was about ten feet high and three feet wide, with a triangular apex on top. Although the style was simple and crude, it contained an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.

At this moment, Mo Yuming was filled with curiosity. He didn't know what the origin and significance of this stone tablet were.

Xinlan was also drawn to Mo Yuming's words and turned her gaze to the mysterious stone tablet.

They walked briskly toward the stone tablet, hoping to find some clues about this mysterious canyon from it.

There seemed to be writing on the stone tablet, but it was too far away to see clearly, so Yu Ming suggested that they go and take a look.

The two walked quickly toward the stone tablet, their curiosity growing stronger as they got closer.

When they finally reached the stone tablet, they were stunned.

The stone tablet was covered with densely packed characters on all four sides, numbering at least several thousand. However, the problem was that neither of them recognized a single character.

The two circled the stone tablet several times, trying to find a character they recognized, but in the end they had to give up and failed.

Want to know what's written on it?

Just as the two were feeling somewhat dejected, a familiar, slightly aged voice came from not far behind them.

"grandfather!"

The two turned around at the same time and looked at a figure that had suddenly appeared not far away.

Ten feet away, a slightly thin but very healthy old man was slowly walking towards them.

"Grandpa, where did you come from? How come we didn't see you?"

The person who came was Doctor Mo Wen, who wandered around all day and rarely came home, an incompetent grandfather who adopted them but rarely took care of them.

At this moment, Mo Yuming and Xinlan's faces were full of surprise and confusion. They didn't know why their grandfather would suddenly appear here, and they were also full of anticipation for what their grandfather was going to say next.

"Look, you came from that place. I saw you two as soon as you entered Xianghe Valley. You two were so focused on this stone tablet, how could you possibly have spotted me!"

"Old Mo said with a smile."

Following the direction pointed out by the old man Mo Wen, Mo Yuming looked and saw a towering cliff in the distance.

This cliff is no different from the one in Yishi Valley, except that there are some caves scattered on the cliff face.

"That is……?"

Mo Yuming asked.

"Yes! Those caves are where the residents of Xianghe Valley live. They rarely come to the bottom of the valley except to pick millet by the stream."

Mo Wen replied.

"Then them...?"

"You must be wondering how they live, hiding on cliffs all day long! Actually, they live in caves, just like us, each with their own family."

Some blood-related families would gather together, their caves very close to each other, some even connected, forming a network of caves within the cliff face.

They do not cultivate crops or hunt. They mainly rely on gathering berries, spiritual plants, and millet from the valley for food.

Therefore, their main activity area is on the cliff face. They only come out in the morning or evening to pick fruit to eat. The rest of the time they either sleep or play together in the cave.