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

The night wind suddenly stopped.

The entire Earth Spirit Herb Garden fell into tranquility.

Manager Tian held his breath, his eyes fixed on Shen Feng, who was squatting on the edge of the field.

Zhao Yuan covered his swollen cheek, his eyes filled with resentment yet also with a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

The surrounding servants and disciples dared not even breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Shen Feng, who had just made such a boast.

Shen Feng closed his eyes slightly, his right index and middle fingers joined together. The wisp of blue energy at his fingertips did not dissipate, but instead spun faster and faster, eventually transforming into a blurry image that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

"The wind seeps into everything."

Shen Feng silently recited in his heart.

That gentle breeze that probed into the ground was not for killing, but for listening.

Listen to the rhythm of the earth's veins, listen to the crawling of insects, listen to the most core frequency hidden among countless chaotic sounds.

This is the queen ant's heartbeat.

Although the swarm of Spirit-Eating Ants is numerous, it is like a giant puppet, with only the queen ant as its brain. As long as the queen ant lives, the swarm will not dissipate; if the queen ant dies, all the ants will collapse.

"Found it."

Shen Feng's lips twitched slightly.

In his perception, three feet and seven inches underground, beneath a hard rock, lay a strange insect the size of a thumb, its body entirely crimson.

It is constantly emitting a low-frequency vibration that is inaudible to the human ear, directing hundreds of worker ants to frantically gnaw at the roots of the Purple Dragon Ginseng.

Location locked.

Shen Feng gently pressed down the wisp of rapidly spinning wind at his fingertips.

"go."

An extremely fine, compressed wind blade, like an invisible steel needle, instantly pierced through the soil on the ground.

This wind blade incorporated the penetrating techniques that Shen Feng had learned in the library, and was further enhanced with a trace of the true essence of the Samadhi Divine Wind.

It ignored the barrier of the soil, avoided the fragile roots of the spiritual herb, and drew an arc underground.

Three feet and seven inches underground.

The queen ant, who was greedily absorbing spiritual energy, suddenly froze.

Before it could even issue its final command, the invisible needle of wind pierced through its hard skull, severing all its life force.

"puff."

A very faint thud came from underground.

Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of spirit-eating ants that were frantically devouring the spirit grass seemed to have their souls instantly ripped out.

They stopped moving, their antennae twitching aimlessly, and then they fell into chaos.

Without the queen ant's command, they are nothing more than a swarm of headless flies.

"rise!"

Shen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, changed his fingers into a palm, and grabbed at the ground in the air.

A gentle yet resilient whirlwind rose from the ground.

The wind doesn't harm the plants, but it carries a unique suction force.

The soil churned, and countless black, spirit-eating ants were forcibly pulled out of the ground by the whirlwind.

They struggled in the wind, but could not escape its grasp, and eventually coalesced into a black sphere, suspended in mid-air.

"Destroy".

Shen Feng clenched his fist.

The wind suddenly squeezed inward, accompanied by a dense cracking sound, and the black sphere instantly shrank by half. Hundreds of spirit-eating ants were completely reduced to dust under this grasp.

With a wave of his sleeve, Shen Feng sent the powdered insect corpses flying far beyond the herb garden.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and turned to look at the crowd who were already dumbfounded.

"I have successfully completed my mission."

Shen Feng's voice was calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Manager Tian strode forward, his divine sense scanning the medicinal field repeatedly.

After a long while, he exhaled a long breath, and the tense muscles on his face finally relaxed.

"Excellent! Excellent method!"

Manager Tian stared at Shen Feng, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Severing a head from the ground, swirling clouds in the wind—Shen Feng, your wind control technique is something even the outer sect disciples who specialize in wind magic would be ashamed of. The roots of this Purple Dragon Ginseng remain completely unharmed!"

The surrounding servants and disciples only came to their senses at this moment, and their gazes toward Shen Feng were filled with awe.

Is this still the method of farming? This is clearly a murderous art!

If that wind blade had sliced ​​not the ants on the ground, but their necks...

Everyone shuddered.

"Thank you for the compliment, Steward." Shen Feng remained humble. "I was just lucky to have found the Queen Ant's location."

Manager Tian nodded, then his face darkened. He glanced at the area scorched by Zhao Yuan and then at Shen Feng.

"Shen Feng, although you turned the tide, the appearance of these Soul-Eating Ants in your jurisdiction means you are still responsible for negligence in supervision. According to the rules, you should be punished."

Although Steward Tian's tone was stern, he clearly left room for maneuver, because without Shen Feng, tonight's troubles would have been much greater.

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope rekindled on Zhao Yuan's previously ashen face. He would feel better if Shen Feng was punished.

"This disciple accepts the punishment."

Shen Feng did not offer any explanation, but simply bowed slightly.

But after he stood up, his gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the handyman named Skinny Monkey behind Zhao Yuan.

The skinny monkey was shrinking his neck, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Shen Feng's gaze at all.

"but……"

Shen Feng abruptly changed the subject, his voice turning cold, "Before I receive my punishment, I have a question I would like to ask this senior brother."

Everyone followed his gaze.

Skinny Monkey was stung by Shen Feng's icy gaze, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"What...what do you want?" the skinny monkey stammered.

Shen Feng walked slowly toward him, his aura growing stronger with each step.

"The Spirit-Eating Ants are a rare species, rarely appearing on the surface, let alone in large numbers in a spirit garden protected by an array."

Shen Feng stopped three feet in front of the skinny monkey, his nostrils twitching slightly.

"The wind tells me that you have a special scent."

The skinny monkey's face turned deathly pale: "Wh...what's that smell? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"It's the scent of Spirit-Attracting Incense," Shen Feng said calmly. "This incense uses Purple Nether Grass as its main ingredient, which is specifically designed to attract demonic insects. Although you changed your clothes, the scent has seeped into your pores. It may fool others, but it can't fool my wind."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Spirit-attracting incense!

This is a drug specifically used in the cultivation world to lure and capture demonic beasts. Using it in a medicinal garden would be deliberate sabotage!

"You're lying! I didn't!" the skinny monkey screamed, instinctively looking at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "Shen Feng! Stop making baseless accusations! Skinny Monkey has been following me all along, how could he possibly do such a thing? You're just trying to shirk responsibility and frame me!"

Manager Tian finally realized what was happening, and his face turned terribly grim.

If it's a natural disaster, then it's due to mismanagement; if it's a man-made disaster, then it's against the rules of the sect!

"Shen Feng, do you have any evidence?" Steward Tian asked in a deep voice.

If he hadn't accidentally glimpsed that page while browsing through books in the library today, he probably still wouldn't have been able to find any evidence by now.

Shen Feng stood silently, only slowly raising his hand and gently hooking his fingertips towards the void.

call!

A gentle breeze brushed against the skinny monkey's sleeve.

A few extremely fine, dark purple powder particles were swept up by the wind and suspended in mid-air.

"This is the evidence," Shen Feng said calmly. "The Spirit-Attracting Incense Powder does not disperse in the wind and is dark purple in color. If you don't believe me, you are welcome to verify it."