Chapter 4

Taking a few steps, he directly arrived at the cliff's edge. Meng Fan's small hands gripped the rocks tightly, while his body cautiously moved to the other side of the mountain peak.

Creak!

A slight misstep, and Meng Fan's body collided with the rocks. The intense pain made his face twitch, and the already injured area on his chest began to bleed. However, in the next moment, Meng Fan's hands tightly grabbed the cliff, his fingers exerting force, clinging to the rocks, and then he continued to crawl forward.

Finally, at a place three meters from the back of the cliff, Meng Fan's figure stopped. His eyes fixed on the cliff, his calves moved, and he muttered from the corner of his mouth.

"Go for it!"

As the words fell, Meng Fan's figure leaped directly towards the cliff. A powerful force surged between his calves, and in an instant, Meng Fan flashed through the sky, landing accurately on the other side of the cliff.

Thud!

Meng Fan landed on the rock, the pain immediately spreading, as if his bones were about to break. However, he smiled excitedly, knowing he had made the right bet. The hard training in the Yan Tread Without Trace technique had not been in vain.

This Yan Tread Without Trace was a technique of primordial energy, and it was the only primordial energy technique Meng Fan had mastered.

According to Meng Fan's knowledge, primordial energy techniques had evolved for an unknown length of time in the universe, capable of fully unleashing the power of primordial energy. They were generally divided into three grades: lower, middle, and upper. Each grade increased the power by nearly double.

Above these, there were four legendary grades: the Vast Wasteland, Earth, Heaven, and the Four Directions. However, Meng Fan had only heard about their strength.

The Yan Tread Without Trace that Meng Fan practiced was the most basic lower-grade technique, known by all the young people in Wuzhen.

Yan Tread Without Trace was merely a technique to enhance speed, not even considered powerful. However, with Meng Fan's skill and practice, he had still managed to improve his speed significantly.

Struggling to stand up, Meng Fan eagerly looked around under the moonlight. The back of the cliff was his only hope.

In the next moment, Meng Fan's pupils constricted as he suddenly noticed a faint blue glow near a withered tree. Upon closer inspection, a small plant grew there, its leaves slightly parted, emitting an enticing fragrance.

"Baoyao Grass!"

A second-grade spirit herb, Baoyao Grass!

In an instant, Meng Fan's body trembled. Although he had never seen Baoyao Grass, he had read about it in the pharmacopoeia of Wuzhen, and the description matched this small plant exactly! This herb was much more potent than the first-grade spirit herb, Polygonum multiflorum.

Meng Fan's face lit up with excitement. This Baoyao Grass would definitely help Xilan's injuries, even if it couldn't cure her completely, it would be enough to temporarily suppress her cold disease.

With this thought, Meng Fan eagerly approached the Baoyao Grass, taking large strides. As he neared it, his eyes caught a small, unremarkable black object beside the Baoyao Grass.

Meng Fan raised an eyebrow, picked it up curiously, and wiped off the dirt. To his surprise, it was a black bead.

The bead was about the size of a palm, covered with fine cracks, and as black as a hard stone!

This thing was actually buried in the soil next to the Baoyao Grass. If not for a careful look, it would have been hard to find. It must have been left here by someone.

Meng Fan smiled, not paying much attention to it, and focused all his attention on the Baoyao Grass. He carefully collected it, wrapped it in a piece of cloth, and placed it in his chest pocket.

With everything done, Meng Fan felt relieved, sighing at his good luck. In his excitement, he weighed the black bead in his hand and muttered, "Hehe, this thing is pretty heavy!" As he spoke, he casually put the bead in his chest pocket.

Inside his clothes, the bead touched the blood on Meng Fan's chest. Unnoticed by Meng Fan, a drop of blood seeped into the black bead.

In a flash, a bright light suddenly shot from the bead, dazzling and piercing the long night sky!

"Ah!"

Meng Fan grunted, feeling a sudden heat in his head, and a burning sensation throughout his body. In the next moment, his body slowly fell, and he fell into a deep sleep...