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Chapter 881: Rare Materials and Cultivation
Chapter 881: Rare Materials and Cultivation
As night fell, a bright light shone through the forest, illuminating Chen Chuan's figure amidst a dazzling glare. Surrounding him, a dense darkness seemed impenetrable.
Within, countless distorted, amorphous entities writhed and churned, emitting peculiar, eerie sounds. Even the ground beneath seemed alive, groaning under an unbearable burden, heavy and oppressive.
Chen Chuan paid no heed to these disturbances, focusing intently on his stance and guiding his breathing.
His cultivation began in the afternoon and continued without pause until this moment.
This was his first time standing unguarded in the open wilderness of Fusion Land at night, yet he felt surprisingly little discomfort. The bio field of a fighter, coupled with his practice of the Great Ming Light Style, shielded him from external intrusions and the merging of the spiritual realm.
However, due to the influence of another world, his energy consumption doubled. Whenever he felt overly drained, he would devour a large chunk of rust honey, then return to his task. These resources were useless if not consumed, so he spared no expense.
The swarm of rust bees surrounding him continued to surge forward, becoming more ferocious as night fell. Yet, their efforts were futile; the disparity in life levels rendered any comparison meaningless. As long as Chen Chuan's bio field remained intact and his psychic power unexhausted, breaching the outer protective layer was impossible.
Thus, he made no attempt to drive them away, instead immersing himself wholly in cultivation.
In the darkness, the bee corpses gradually piled up on the ground, transforming into a relaxing?"
"Yes, very much so," Chen Chuan replied, his entire being resembling an eternal, unquenchable torch, growing brighter and more radiant.
Time seemed to pass both slowly and swiftly; the enveloping darkness suddenly dissipated, and a ray of light pierced through the trees, showering down from above.
Daybreak arrived.
Chen Chuan paused momentarily, then slowly halted his movements, and the flickering light on his body gradually subsided.
Over this night and half-day, he had mastered a significant portion of the Great Ming Light Style. With a few more days of practice, he believed he could fully grasp it. This progress was made possible by the sustenance of high-energy rust honey, which, in theory, could accelerate cultivation speed with sufficient energy and the fighter's body enduring the strain.
Chen Chuan's perseverance stemmed from his profound foundation, far surpassing other fighters at his stage. Additionally, the incense burner relic enhanced his ability to find the correct path during cultivation.
The remaining rust bees disappeared at dawn, likely abandoning their efforts. Not a single bee corpse remained on the ground.
Chen Chuan glanced at the nearby giant tree's beehive, which, despite a night of continuous consumption, had only depleted the lowest layers. Rust honey's longevity was rumored to span over a century, the longest-lasting among high-energy ingredients.
Knowing he couldn't carry much back alone, and anticipating more discoveries ahead, he decided against depleting the entire hive. After some thought, he cut off a portion of the rust honey, placing it in his suitcase's crevices, intending to savor it slowly upon his return. The rest he left untouched.
He then called to the Snow Lady Saber, who perched on a tree branch, leaped into the sky with a flap of her wings, and emitted a chirping sound.
Carrying his suitcase and the Snow Lady Saber, Chen Chuan ventured deeper into this region, his path undetermined.
Despite cultivating all night, he felt not fatigue but a surge of energy, thanks to the abundant nutrition.
On this expedition, he navigated by terrain and water sources, eventually reaching a hill after three hours of walking. Here, he sensed an anomaly.
An eerie silence enveloped the area, and he soon detected a trace of a brutal psychic power, suppressing the surrounding life forms.
A creature with psychic abilities?
Intrigued, Chen Chuan lowered his hat brim and strode towards the source. After half an hour, he arrived at a salt marsh and saw a creature with a donkey's body and a sheep's head.
It was sizable, standing nearly three to four meters tall when on all fours. Its forehead sported a protruding bump, and its head featured a pair of slightly curved, sharp horns. Beneath its glossy, dark brown skin lay muscle blocks.
This particular creature was precisely the one documented in the bestiary, known as Zeeshan, with an incredibly stubborn and hot-tempered nature. When encountering enemies, it would rather die than retreat, highly valuing its territory. In the first half of the Fusion Land, this creature had virtually no natural predators.
The current situation confirmed the records; as he traveled, many creatures would instinctively flee upon sensing his field. Sometimes, to find valuable creatures, he would deliberately suppress his field, but this creature, even when clearly sensing his domain, did not retreat. Instead, it lowered its head, exposing its horns, and exhaled an abnormally scorching breath, assuming an offensive stance.
Seeing the creature charging at him, he decided to indulge it. He sidestepped and delivered a light punch to its neck, causing a surge of force to instantly penetrate its body. The creature stumbled forward a few steps, then knelt and collapsed on the ground. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, it fell to its side, and its breath ceased entirely.
Chen Chuan approached the Zeeshan and touched the bulge on its forehead, the most crucial part of this creature, the altered organism on its head, the source of its spiritual concentration.
He tightened his grip and pulled it off, tearing away the thin membrane covering it, revealing fibrous white strands of meat.
He consumed all the white meat, and a radiant glow emanated from his eyes, flickering for a while before fading away.
Clenching his fist, he felt a continuous warm current flowing to various parts of his body. Consuming this part of the organism not only benefited his body immensely but also provided a certain boost to his spirit.
This was primarily because the ingredient was fresh, consumed immediately after extraction, preserving all its nutrients. Secondly, the creature itself had a high level of life, barely a step away from being a fighter. Its spirit had already begun to connect with that world and instinctively grow, hence the formation of such an organism on its forehead.
Most creatures in the Fusion Land didn't know how to utilize these powers well; they would only pile them up and increase until one day, a qualitative transformation occurred. This led to an extreme concentration of high-energy nutrients and substances beneficial to fighters.
Consuming these organisms, even by his standards, was equivalent to ten days' worth of regular consumption.
Unfortunately, due to their temperamental nature, these creatures were relatively scarce, and those that grew to this size were even rarer. According to the bestiary, they were almost always hunted by fighters upon discovery. This area, rarely used as a hunting ground by fighters, was why he stumbled upon it this time.
In the 1691 book, there is no mistake!
He thought to himself, confirming that he had indeed come to the right place.
Looking at the Zeeshan again, he changed his mind and drew his short blade, using it to extract the pair of horns, as the bestiary mentioned that some fighters were fond of collecting them, even willing to trade altered organisms and ingredients for them. So, he decided to take them along.
After securing the horns in his luggage, he looked down at the hill below, thinking, "Let's continue searching for the next one."
As he descended the hill, after an hour, he noticed the vegetation becoming sparser, and various living creatures growing increasingly scarce.
This situation was highly abnormal; without special circumstances, creatures in the Fusion Land thrived.
At that moment, he smelled an incredibly fragrant scent and followed it, leading him to mounds of soil nearly three to four meters tall, filling his entire field of vision. The scent was so rich it was almost overwhelming.
Within the mounds were piles of rice-like, snow-white, plump grains, which looked like food but were actually ant eggs, a highly nutritious ingredient.
Due to their difficulty in preservation, when supplied to fighters, they were often served in small plates. Yet here, they were everywhere.
For ordinary creatures, these eggs were challenging to digest. Once ingested, the ant eggs would hatch inside the creature's body, and the larvae would feed on the creature and its altered organisms to grow. Upon reaching maturity, they would burst out of the creature's body and lay eggs.
Without control and the presence of creatures capable of digesting these ant eggs, they would eventually transform the entire region into a nest for breeding ant eggs.
However, absorbing these eggs was not an issue for fighters.
So, for him, this place was like a granary.
Moreover, the eggs were delicious, soft, sweet, and fragrant. When paired with other ingredients, they could better stimulate the absorption of their nutritional value. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been specifically selected as a fighter's ingredient.
However, efficiency was essential in his actions here, and there was no need to eat them one by one. So, he activated his bio-field, and all the ant eggs within range floated up, instantly shattering into white mist, converging towards him and merging into his body.
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(End of Chapter)
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