Chapter 5

What kind of tree is this? How can it grow so tall!

Although he only had a rough look, Fang Ling estimated that the tree was at least ten zhang tall. A ten-zhang tree, especially on the mountaintop, was really quite rare. And those peculiar leaves gave Fang Ling a refreshing feeling. How could leaves give him such a feeling?

Go up and take a look!

This tree made Fang Ling even more eager to climb higher. Relying on the Golden Goose Technique, Fang Ling continuously leaped over one protruding rock after another. Now, with a considerable amount of medicinal herbs in his basket, he didn't need to pay attention to the herbs around him, so he moved much faster.

In just a quarter of an hour, Fang Ling had already reached a platform a hundred zhang away from the mountaintop. The platform was not large, only ten zhang in diameter. Standing there, he could see the giant tree clearly. At this moment, Fang Ling realized that his initial judgment of the tree was too subjective. This tree was not just ten zhang tall; the tree rooted at the highest point of the mountain was over twenty zhang tall. The thick trunk, from Fang Ling's position, looked like a wall. The branches intertwined like dragons.

Leaves the size of a palm hung high on the branches, green like a canopy. Fang Ling's gaze was ultimately drawn to those leaves, as they were indeed quite peculiar. Each leaf resembled a human hand.

What kind of tree is this?

Whether it was Fang Ling's memory or the original owner's memory, he could firmly conclude that he had never seen such a tree before. Curiosity drove Fang Ling to cross the platform and continue toward the tree. However, just as he was about to reach the mountaintop platform, his body was suddenly repelled by a force.

If Fang Ling hadn't quickly used the Golden Goose Technique to steady himself, he would have been knocked out and spewed blood! Calming down, Fang Ling lightly touched the front with his hand and felt an invisible wall blocking his progress. The further his hand extended, the stronger the repelling force became.

This invisible wall of qi made Fang Ling immediately think of the passage that Master Zhao had broken open when entering the Lashan Secret Realm. This should be a kind of barrier, and a more solid seal than the Lashan Secret Realm. Even Master Zhao might not be able to break this seal.

A tree being sealed alone, what is so special about this tree?

Unwillingly, Fang Ling circled the tree twice but found no way to enter. Disappointed, he decided to leave. Although this place was good, it was futile if he couldn't enter.

Just as he was about to leave, Fang Ling suddenly noticed that the spiritual energy here was twice as strong as in other places. Cultivating inner qi involves absorbing the spiritual energy from the void. In a place with abundant spiritual energy, cultivation is naturally more efficient.

In the original owner's memory, many people had fought to the death for such places with abundant spiritual energy. A good cave dwelling could be worth hundreds of thousands of gold taels!

The herbs were almost all picked, so he might as well cultivate here for a few days. Making up his mind, Fang Ling found a green stone and began to cultivate the Yuan Cultivation Technique.

As his inner qi circulated, streams of spiritual energy were absorbed into his body. The inner qi that originally took three hours to complete thirty-six cycles now only took one hour.

After incorporating the slightly increased inner qi into his dantian, Fang Ling practiced the Golden Goose Technique for a while before resting.

"Common grass, green wood root, single root fruit..." With nothing to do, Fang Ling identified various herbs on the platform.

"Hmm, Poison Dragon Grass, there's actually Poison Dragon Grass here!" Seeing a three-foot-tall herb emitting black mist, Fang Ling felt a surge of joy.

This Poison Dragon Grass is the main ingredient for cultivating the Green Slaughter Palm. Combined with the other herbs in his basket, he could prepare the first dose of the Green Slaughter Palm.

Taking out the secret manual for the Green Slaughter Palm, Fang Ling studied it carefully...

Three days later, when the sun shone on the Lashan Secret Realm again, a young man sitting on a stone suddenly rose into the air as he absorbed a stream of white mist into his abdomen. He swung his left hand and struck a boulder weighing a hundred pounds.

Through the sunlight, his palm was half as large as usual, and with a green glow, it left an imprint on the stone.

Silently, but as he retracted his palm, a green palm print was embedded two fingers deep into the stone.

The first level of the Green Slaughter Palm!

Looking at his palm print, Fang Ling felt a sense of satisfaction. The Green Slaughter Palm was not difficult to cultivate; the most important thing was the herbs.

Poison Dragon Grass could only support the first level of the Green Slaughter Palm. To reach the second level, he would need牵机果 or other eighth-grade poisonous fruits.

However, this result already made Fang Ling very satisfied.

He had been on Lashan for five days, and it was time to go down.

Although he was somewhat reluctant, Fang Ling knew that with his strength, once the passage opened by Master Zhao disappeared, he would not be able to leave the Lashan Secret Realm.

Although he wouldn't starve in the Lashan Secret Realm, the time to repay the Chen family's debt was approaching, and he had to return!

Going down was already familiar territory, and Fang Ling felt as if he were sightseeing.

"Isn't this Fang Ling? I didn't expect you to be so lucky." Two men jumped out from the bushes, each holding a long knife, looking at Fang Ling like a cat looking at a mouse.

Fang Ling remembered these two men; they had entered the mountain with him. He didn't expect them to be hiding here.

"If you know what's good for you, leave the contents of your basket and I'll let you live." The first man pointed at Fang Ling and said coldly.

Fang Ling didn't speak, just coldly looked at the two men.

Seeing that Fang Ling ignored him, the first man felt humiliated. He swung his long knife and said coldly, "Brat, you'll stay here!"

As the long knife swung, a half-foot-long blade aura appeared on the knife.

This blade aura indicated that the man's cultivation had broken through the fourth level of Qi Cultivation.

Only experts above the fourth level of Qi Cultivation could generate such a blade aura that could cut through iron like butter.

In the past, Fang Ling wouldn't have been able to dodge such a blade aura, but now it was no obstacle to him.

He activated the Golden Goose Technique, and his body moved like a large goose, quickly flashing to the side of the man. Before the man could react, Fang Ling's palm, infused with the Green Slaughter Palm, struck the man's back.

"Brother, be careful!"

The second man shouted and rushed over.

However, he was a bit too late. Fang Ling's palm had already struck the first man's back.

"Slap!"

Fang Ling felt a jolt in his arm. The man's back was like iron, and there was even a counterforce that made his palm feel numb.

"Brat, I underestimated you. Today I will definitely..." The man turned his head, glaring at Fang Ling. The blood at the corner of his mouth made him look even more ferocious.

At the peak of the fourth level of Qi Cultivation, just short of the fifth level. Fang Ling quickly judged the man's cultivation.

The second man was also at the fourth level of Qi Cultivation.

Two men at the fourth level of Qi Cultivation made Fang Ling frown even more.

Just as he was dodging the second man's attack, the first man, who had rushed over, suddenly fell to the ground, his face turning completely green.

Green Slaughter Palm!

"Brother, what's wrong?" The second man quickly ran to the first man's side and shouted anxiously.

But the fallen man could no longer make a sound.

"You... you killed my brother? I'll fight you to the death!" The second man roared and turned to run away.

He ran!

Fang Ling was stunned for a moment, then prepared to chase after him.

However, just as he was about to leap and chase, the second man's body suddenly split into two halves.

Spatial rift!

He was split into two halves as he crossed through two spaces.

Fang Ling looked at the two dead men and felt a sense of relief. If he hadn't cultivated the Green Slaughter Palm and the Golden Goose Technique, he would have been the one to die.

From the two men, Fang Ling not only found over a thousand gold taels but also several dozen medicinal herbs and three pouches.

These pouches were clearly not the men's; one even had bloodstains on it.

Those who kill will be killed.

Fang Ling put the items in his basket and continued down, but his pace was clearly slower.

"Hmm!"

As Fang Ling approached the original site of Xianglong Temple, his gaze suddenly focused. He saw a man in his thirties flying through the air a hundred meters away from the temple site.

Controlling the air and moving through space, this was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Seeing the cultivator fly a hundred meters in an instant, Fang Ling's heart trembled.

This was the first time he had seen a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

If a cultivator of this level came to Dinging City, even the city lord would treat him with utmost respect.

Just as Fang Ling was staring at the man, the man also noticed him and said sternly, "Boy, take another path. There are many spatial rifts here, and this is not a place for you to walk."

As he spoke, a wind trace quickly slashed toward him.

Facing the wind trace, the man pointed his finger, and a small green bowl suddenly flew up, emitting a faint purple light, protecting him under the purple light.

Is this a magical artifact?

Just as Fang Ling stared at the small bowl, the invisible wind trace had already touched the purple light. At the moment of impact, the purple light cracked like glass hit by a fist.

"Puff!"

With a light sound, the purple light and the small bowl instantly shattered in the air. The man ducked, and the wind trace passed over his head.

Just as the man breathed a sigh of relief, Fang Ling saw a large pit appear below him, rushing toward his body.