Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Zhao Yuan turned to look at Steward Tian and said seriously, "Steward, the Spirit-Eating Ants reproduce extremely quickly. Every moment of delay will result in greater losses. Although Shen Feng is skilled in wind-transfer techniques and insect control, he may not be able to handle these Spirit-Eating Ants."

Manager Tian was extremely anxious. Looking at the spiritual herbs that were already beginning to wilt, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you have a way?"

A hint of smugness flashed in Zhao Yuan's eyes as he puffed out his chest: "My family has ancient records stating that the carapace of the Spirit-Eating Ant is hard and belongs to the metal element. Only fire can overcome it. I have mastered a technique called Earth Fire Scorching the Plains, which can draw a small fire from the earth's core to precisely burn the ant nest without harming the roots of the spirit herbs."

He had obtained these Soul-Eating Ants from his family, so naturally he had prepared a complete set of antidotes.

He not only wanted to ruin Shen Feng's reputation, but also wanted to show off his skills in front of Steward Tian and prove himself.

Manager Tian hesitated for a moment, glanced at the silent Shen Feng, then at the confident Zhao Yuan, and finally waved his hand: "Approved! Hurry up!"

"yes!"

Zhao Yuan was overjoyed. He gave Shen Feng a defiant look and strode to the center of the herb field.

He formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and his spiritual energy surged, releasing a sweltering aura.

"rise!"

With a low shout from Zhao Yuan, the soil on the surface of the medicinal field cracked slightly, and wisps of dark red flames emerged from the ground.

This flame was no ordinary fire, but controlled earth fire. Under his control, it slithered like fire snakes into the holes where the spirit-eating ants were hiding.

Shen Feng stood aside, his hands tucked into his sleeves, watching coldly.

"A wildfire spreading from the ground? Not a bad idea."

Shen Feng thought to himself, "It's a pity that your control over fire is too crude."

Just as the fire serpents were about to touch the spirit-eating ants, Shen Feng flicked his right index finger, which was hidden in his sleeve.

An invisible and formless divine wind of Samadhi silently merged into the night breeze.

The wind fanned the flames.

The earth fire, which was originally relatively docile under Zhao Yuan's divine sense control, instantly became violent after coming into contact with this wisp of air containing a trace of innate divine wind essence.

"call!"

A loud bang.

What was originally a tiny fire serpent, as thin as a hair, suddenly swelled into a fire dragon as thick as a wrist!

"What's going on?!"

Zhao Yuan's expression changed drastically. He felt that the spiritual technique in his hand had instantly gone out of control, and the earth fire was completely unrestrained by his divine sense.

"Stop it!" He tried desperately to suppress it, but the fire, fueled by the wind, had already spread like wildfire.

boom!

The flames rolled and instantly engulfed the medicinal field within a radius of three zhang.

While the Soul-Eating Ants were burned and suffered heavy casualties, the delicate Purple Dragon Ginseng seedlings suffered even more.

Spiritual herbs are inherently fragile; how could they withstand such spiritual fire?

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen priceless spiritual herbs were turned into charcoal, with even their roots burned to ashes.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Manager Tian's eyes widened in fury as he slapped out with his palm, the powerful palm wind forcefully severing the source of the earth's fire vein and extinguishing the remaining flames.

But it was too late.

The air was filled with a burnt smell. The once vibrant medicinal herb field was now a large, bald patch, a dark and shocking sight.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhao Yuan stood there blankly, his hands still in the hand seal position, his face as pale as paper, and his whole body trembling.

"This...this is impossible...I clearly controlled the heat perfectly..."

He whirled around, staring intently at Shen Feng, his eyes bloodshot: "It was you! You were the one who did this! There was a strange gust of wind just now..."

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap interrupted Zhao Yuan's words and sent him flying.

Manager Tian withdrew his hand, his chest heaving violently. Pointing at Zhao Yuan's nose, he cursed, "You bastard! This is the family secret technique you spoke of? You just wanted to help the Spirit-Eating Ants eat faster, didn't you?!"

Zhao Yuan clutched his swollen cheek, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fear and grievance: "Steward, it's really...it's really true that someone plotted against me! That fire suddenly went out of control just now, it was definitely not normal!"

"Still trying to deny it!" Manager Tian laughed angrily. "Besides the few of us, who else is in this herb garden? Are you trying to say that Shen Feng plotted against you? He's just a wind-based magician, how could he control your earth fire?"

Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, but was unable to defend himself.

While it is common knowledge that wind can fan a fire, it requires extremely sophisticated wind control techniques. To interfere with the earth fire without being noticed by Steward Tian, ​​one must at least possess the spiritual cultivation of the Refining Spirit stage.

How could Shen Feng, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, possibly do that?

"A good-for-nothing who's good for nothing but causing trouble!" Manager Tian flicked his sleeves, no longer looking at him, and turned to look at the messy medicinal field, his heart bleeding.

This Purple Dragon Ginseng was cultivated for the outer sect elders. Now, more than a dozen plants have been destroyed. Although many of the Spirit-Eating Ants have died, the rest are still roaming underground, and the crisis has not been resolved.

"It's over...it's all over now." Manager Tian's face was ashen.

The surrounding servants and disciples were all silent, none of them daring to provoke trouble at this moment.

Zhao Yuan lay on the ground, glaring venomously at Shen Feng. He felt both hatred and fear. This time, his attempt to steal a chicken had backfired. Not only had he failed to frame Shen Feng, but he had also caused a major disaster for himself.

Just then, Shen Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward.

His expression remained calm, as if the fire had nothing to do with him.

"Tian Guanshi" (Field Steward).

Shen Feng's voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"If you trust your disciple, I have a method that may resolve this crisis without harming the spiritual herbs in the slightest."

Manager Tian looked up abruptly, a last glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes, but then hesitated: "Zhao Yuan messed it up even with the earth fire, you... what method do you plan to use? The shells of these spirit-eating ants are hard; ordinary wind blades simply can't cut through them."

Shen Feng smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Yuan lying on the ground, and said calmly, "All things in the universe are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Although fire can overcome metal, it is easy to break if it is too rigid. When dealing with such vicious insects that are hidden deep in the roots, a direct attack is the worst strategy."

"What should we do then?" Manager Tian asked anxiously.

Shen Feng walked to the edge of the medicinal herb field and squatted down.

"Although the Soul-Eating Ants are powerful, they have a fatal weakness."

He extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together. A wisp of blue energy slowly rotated at the tip of his finger, emitting a soft humming sound.

"They rely on their tentacles to sense the flow of spiritual energy. The best strategy is to disrupt their senses, lure them out of their caves, and then kill them."

Shen Feng turned to Steward Tian and said, "Steward, please step back three steps."

Manager Tian instinctively followed his instructions and stepped back.

Shen Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Samadhi Divine Wind, which had become incomparably docile after being refined by the Qi of Yi Wood, revealed its unpredictable and ever-changing side to outsiders for the first time.

"The wind rises."

Shen Feng silently shouted in his heart, tapping the ground with his fingertips.

In an instant, an invisible wave spread along the earth's veins, reaching the entire medicinal garden.