Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 38 Hello, Brother Qingliu, I am Wang Houdao
Xiang Qingliu is feeling a little flustered now.
Most of the monsters that roam around the outskirts of the forbidden forest are below the third level of Qi Condensation. Even if a monster with strength equivalent to that of a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation occasionally appears, he is confident that with his cultivation level of the same level, he will be able to deal with it by leveraging the difference in intelligence and protect himself without worry.
Therefore, most of the cultivators who come and go in this area in search of opportunities are at the fourth level of Qi Condensation.
But now he was feeling a little flustered.
Unlike disciples of a sect, independent cultivators do not have the protection of a teacher in the forbidden forest. Even with the care of a few friends, the effect is extremely limited. Most of the time, they all flee when disaster strikes.
Therefore, the casual cultivators who haunted the forbidden forest had developed the ability to be alert and read people's expressions. The alert ones among them were able to predict danger in advance and avoid it.
With five years of experience in the Forbidden Forest, Xiang Qingliu now feels very uneasy.
The source of this uneasiness may be the strange and cold breath in the wind.
It is the rustling sound of leaves in the wind.
Or maybe it's an inexplicable feeling of being locked in.
He drew the long sword from his waist, straightened his chest, and walked towards the outskirts of the forbidden forest without any hesitation.
The more dangerous the moment, the more you cannot show your weakness.
Even when facing the top predator in the forbidden forest, running for your life with your back to it would certainly not be as effective as showing a fearless attitude of fighting at all costs.
Everything was perfect, so perfect that he was getting closer and closer to the mass grave in Qinghu Bay.
The stench there was enough to make the monsters in the forbidden forest, who loved to eat fresh flesh and blood, lose their appetite and scatter in disgust.
Xiang Qingliu has a keen sense of smell, which is a kind of talent. When he smelled the special smell of the mass grave, he almost thought that he had perfectly escaped from this unknown danger.
"Whoosh."
A sharp ice spike dropped from the sky and stabbed towards him, followed by a low roar and a black shadow swooping down like a shadow.
Xiang Qingliu also reacted very quickly. A ball of fire suddenly rose from his flying sword and slashed fiercely at the ice spike.
Bang. A huge force caused the long sword in his hand to tilt, and Xiang Qingliu saw at a glance that it was a leopard with a black body and two huge saber teeth. Then the collision of ice and fire caused violent steam to rise, blocking his vision.
It was the Shadow Sabretooth Tiger. Xiang Qingliu forced himself to calm down, but at the same time, he found that he had lost sight of the beast.
The Shadow Sabre-toothed Tiger is one of the most difficult monsters in this forbidden forest. It is good at hiding its body to hunt and can spit ice from its mouth. Its cultivation level may range from the third to the sixth level of Qi Condensation. The one in front of him is obviously much stronger than him, and is at least equivalent to the realm of a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
Unfortunately, at this moment, his sword was knocked away and could not protect his whole body.
The saber-toothed tiger landed on the ground, and the pads under his four sharp claws made his movements silent. His pair of dark green eyes flashed a fierce light, and he swiftly moved backwards. This unique way of movement was like a fish swimming through the water, silently.
That is where Xiang Qingliu's biggest flaw is.
The ferocious black shadow arrived in an instant, and the roar of a wild beast came to his ears. Xiang Qingliu's heart numbed and he was feeling despair, but then he heard the sound of wind and a huge popsicle swept over from nowhere. With a dull "bang", it hit the saber-toothed tiger's most vulnerable waist.
Although the saber-toothed tiger has the word "tiger" in its name, it is more like a leopard. This kind of animal has a copper head, an iron tail and a tofu waist. This blow hit the vital point directly. With only a scream, the saber-toothed tiger flew out, struggled on the ground for twice, and then stopped moving.
Thank you, senior... It's you? Xiang Qingliu, who had escaped death, hurriedly thanked him, but was suddenly stunned.
He originally thought that the person who could kill the saber-toothed tiger so easily must be a master at least at the fifth level of Qi Condensation and should be at least older, but he saw an acquaintance who was two years younger than him.
How could he forget that it was this kind-hearted young man in front of him who insisted on spending a spirit stone to buy his inconspicuous demon core.
Wang Chen responded with a smile. He had just recognized the cultivator who was attacked by the saber-toothed tiger. He was the Qingliu cultivator who sold the demon core and was unwilling to accept his spirit stones.
But one day later, Houdao and Qingliu met.
He walked up to the saber-toothed tiger that was unwilling to die, and looked at its waist that was broken by the Ice Soul Sword.
The place that was hit hard had not only a dent, but also several wounds deep enough to see the bone. Even Wang Chen himself didn't know when the cuts were made.
"The lethality of this high-level spell is indeed formidable. I'm afraid it will be even more brutal after it takes shape."
Wang Chen couldn't help but secretly look forward to the appearance of the Bingpo Sword's transformation.
The Ice Soul Sword is an advanced spell used by casual cultivators. An average person would need to practice non-stop for years to transform into a human form. Those with less talent would never be able to completely transform into a human form.
But after all, for a genius like him (self-proclaimed), the magic formula of transformation is not out of reach.
He cut open the saber- toothed tiger's head and took out a demon core the size of a finger joint. The giant python demon core he got yesterday had further improved his cultivation, so his goal now was to collect as many demon cores as possible.
Looking at the saber-toothed tiger corpse that Wang Chen casually threw aside, Xiang Qingliu was somewhat unbelievable.
"Don't you want this body anymore?" he asked uncertainly.
"Leopard meat has a very strong smell and an unpleasant sour taste. Even if it is marinated with basil and tree tomatoes, it still tastes very bad. Why keep it if not throwing it away?" Wang Chen asked back.
"Who asked you how you ate?" Xiang Qingliu was a solitary cultivator who was always frugal and paid great attention to details. He was quite stimulated when he heard this.
"Look at these two fangs, they are white and translucent, and the ice element energy flows freely. They are the perfect material for making daggers."
"Look at this fur, it's smooth and shiny, and it can shield the cultivator's consciousness to a certain extent. It's worth a lot of money."
"Even that inconspicuous tail contains extremely strong ice energy. Whether it is used as medicine or as a material for refining equipment, it is very precious..."
"Tell me, this thing is full of treasures, but in your eyes, this monster is just something to eat?" Xiang Qingliu was a little heartbroken.
"Just the corpse of a saber-toothed tiger like this is worth more than five spirit stones." Seeing that Wang Chen was indifferent, he made a summary.
"Oh? Worth 5 spirit stones?" Originally, Wang Chen didn't take Xiang Qingliu's words seriously, but once spirit stones were involved, it would be a big problem. After all, what he lacked now were spirit stones, and of course monster cores.
Wang Chen, who was driven crazy by poverty, brightened his eyes and rushed over impatiently. He stretched out his hands to grab the two bloody white teeth of the saber-toothed tiger and pried them apart, then exerted force in his hands to try to pull them out.
"Wait wait, brother, what are you doing?" Xiang Qingliu ran over with a heartbroken look on his face, took out a sharp dagger, turned over the saber-toothed tiger's mouth, and cut it carefully. After a while, two snow-white and translucent teeth were perfectly cut off.
Lifting the shiny tail, Xiang Qingliu quickly found the place where the coccyx was connected. With a flick of the dagger, a complete tail fell off like an assembled puppet arm.
Quite impressive.
The layman sees the fancy things, while the expert sees the details. Back in Huangpo Village, Wang Chen was also born as a hunter.
Although he was a hunter, he had also seen the village butchers cutting up the carcasses of wild animals.
At first he thought that Guo Ding, who had passed down the skills for five generations in the village, had already reached the pinnacle of cutting up animal carcasses.
Only now did I realize that Huangpo Village was too small. Even Guo Paoding's skills were far inferior to those of the mediocre cultivator in front of him.
"That's great." Wang Chen praised.
"Of course, the outskirts of this forbidden forest are just like my backyard." Xiang Qingliu was feeling proud, but suddenly remembered that he had just been saved by the man in front of him in the backyard, and he could not help but keep silent.
"How about we go together, I'll be responsible for hunting, you'll be responsible for decomposing, and we'll split the spirit stones in half?" After thinking for a while, Wang Chen made an invitation. "But all the monster cores belong to me," he added.
Although the invitation was a spur-of-the-moment idea, the more Wang Chen thought about it, the more he felt that it was the right decision. Every profession has its own expertise, and having a casual cultivator who is very familiar with the Forbidden Forest is a win-win situation both from the perspective of safety and from the perspective of making it easier to obtain hunting materials.
It is more likely that you can avoid the many dangers in the forbidden forest.
In such a primeval forest full of monsters, the hidden dangers are not necessarily as simple as the monsters. Swamps, illusions, and even traps set by monsters with rudimentary intelligence are all potential dangers.
Even though Wang Chen could easily kill such a shadow saber-toothed tiger, if the same monster appeared in groups of ten, he would be in danger of life and death.
"But since I'm responsible for hunting myself, it's not too much to ask for all the monster cores, right?"
"You and I working together?"
At this time, Xiang Qingliu had already dissected a saber-toothed tiger. The fangs, tail and other valuable things were placed on the ground. He took out a piece of animal skin, looked down at the blood on his hands, wiped his hands, and had no excitement at all about hugging Wang Chen's thighs.
As if inadvertently, he looked up into Wang Chen's eyes, his gaze deep and his thoughts churning.
"Haha, Zeng Hong, the good brother who went through life and death together and grew up together from the first level of Qi Condensation to being able to stand on his own, also said the same thing."
"So what... When you encounter a four-striped soul-gathering grass, didn't you still stab yourself in the back?"
From then on, he kept to himself because he had his own pride and didn't trust anyone. But whenever he thought of this incident, the old wound on his back would always ache.
The moment the two looked at each other, Xiang Qingliu smiled.
"Okay, my name is Xiang Qingliu."
"Qingliu?" Wang Chen was stunned, then he also laughed.
"Hello, Brother Qingliu, my name is Wang Houdao."
