stjorthotic Chapter 196: Traces
Chapter 196: Traces
"Hurry up! Let's stay away! It's so lively and unpleasant to watch."
"Yes, yes, the people of the Tiancan clan are not easy to mess with."
After a rustling sound, all the onlookers dispersed, and each came to the area of Lingsang that they were in charge of.
"You two are so brave, don't you know that hands are not allowed in Lingmulberry Garden?"
The leader snorted coldly, and an invisible coercion spread instantly, enveloping Houqing and Xiong Xiazi.
Under that strong pressure, Hou Qing and the two had no choice but to bow their heads.
But who would have thought that Xiong Xiazi directly took advantage of the situation and knelt down, tears came as soon as he said it.
"Master deacon, please let the old bear decide."
"Houqing is jealous because he sees how well my Lingsang has been raised, so he deliberately finds trouble with me."
"It was Houqing who moved first!"
Houqing was furious.
"You fart!"
"Blind Xiong, do you still want to show some face? Your soul mulberry is almost withered. It was obviously Mr. Hu who helped you recover!"
As he said that, Hou Qing struggled against the pressure and rushed towards Xiazi Xiong.
Xiong Xiazi secretly sneered and then yelled.
"Master Deacon, you see he still wants to commit murder!"
With a wave of the deacon robe sleeve of the Tiancan clan, Hou Qing was sent flying out, rolled on the ground several times and passed out directly.
"Hmph, useless things!"
Then he snorted and walked away.
"Houqing intentionally damaged Lingsang, and deducted three strands of silk from that year!"
After the group of deacons from the Celestial Silkworm Clan left, more and more good things slowly surrounded them.
"The silkworms are so ruthless, they can be called silkworms."
"Deduct three strands of heavenly silk? It takes a whole year to get half strands... Do you have to find two and a half strands instead?"
"Hey, what you said is wrong, they are not just silkworm skins, they should be called silkworms..."
As he spoke, the little demon's voice gradually lowered.
Blind Xiong walked up to Houqing with a proud expression on his face.
"Boy, aren't you amazing, get up and hit me if you have the guts."
"Come on, come on, hit me in the face."
While talking, Xiong Xiazi poked his head over.
This action could not help but arouse the contempt of all the onlookers watching the little demon.
"Damn it, this blind man really deserves a beating."
"That's right, I want to go up and give him a couple of blows."
"Don't, don't, you two should stop."
"What's the matter, I forgot, the daddy's silk that you borrowed from the fight last time hasn't been returned yet."
That Xiong Xiazi naturally heard the discussion of the little demons here, and shouted again:
"What's the matter, you guys also want to come up and have a try with Master Xiong?"
There was silence all around. Although everyone was gnashing their teeth with hatred, they all suppressed their anger in the end.
"spit!"
This Xiong Xiazi went too far, and even made a "knife" at the unconscious Houqing on the ground.
"whoosh"
It just so happened that a gust of wind blew past, blowing the filth onto his face.
"Who!"
"Who attacked daddy!"
The surrounding melon-eaters couldn't help laughing when they saw this Damn it's blind bear deflated.
"Cut, who wants to attack your hob meat by surprise?"
"Isn't that just a gust of natural wind? It's probably because God has seen it all."
Then there was another burst of laughter.
Feeling that he was outraged by the public, Xiong Xiazi had no choice but to retreat to the side in desperation.
But he didn't believe that it was a natural wind blown by God.
Is there still blowing from the bottom up in this world?
When all the demons present were gone, an old figure with a stooped body slowly walked over and helped Hou Qing up.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
"Oh, monkey boy, it's the old man who cheated you."
The two figures, the old and the young, flickered a few times in a hurry, and then disappeared...
The powerful healing properties of silk are known across the continent on this day.
Although the physical body of a cultivator has extremely powerful vitality, it is not difficult to regenerate a severed limb, even if the physical body is destroyed and only a wisp of soul is left, it can reshape the true self.
But it is precisely because of this that in the battles of high rank cultivators, there are specific cultivation techniques or special means to suppress this kind of vitality, thus causing serious injuries that are truly life-threatening.
That's why there are special healing products for Medicine Pill, Heavenly and Mortal Treasures, and the silkworm silk also has this effect.
Moreover, the efficacy of silkworm silk is far more than that of ordinary medicine pills.
Especially with the unique Spiritual Qi of Pococoon Cliff, it can repair the body and nourish the soul.
This makes the cultivators on the mainland of China flock to the silk.
The easiest way to obtain Celestial Silk is to exchange them at equal value. You can use weapons of the same value, Medicine Pill, or Heavenly and Mortal Treasures.
Of course, it’s okay without these treasures, that’s to come to the Lingmulberry Garden to cultivate Lingmulberry.
If the cultivation of Lingsang satisfies the Celestial Silkworm Clan, half a strand of Celestial Silkworm Silk can be obtained in a year.
Don't underestimate this half strand, who knows how much Spirit Power was overdrawn in exchange for it.
Although a common fatal wound can be healed with a few strands of silkworm silk, if you stay in this mulberry garden for a few more years, you may be pumped dry by an adult or a demon.
Even if it doesn't die, it's almost the same.
At sunset, the figures in the Lingmulberry Garden gradually thinned out, and all the cultivators of all races who cultivated Lingmulberry left one after another.
Because they need to go outside to practice and re-condense Spiritual Qi, naturally they can't stay here to compete with Lingsang.
However, there was a figure that quietly bypassed the guards of the Tiancan clan, carefully climbed up a rock wall next to the Lingmulberry Garden, and then sank into an inconspicuous cave.
The figure hunched over, coughing softly from time to time in a low voice.
It was Mr. Hu who helped Xiazi Xiong recover Lingsang during the day.
With a wave of his sleeve, Hu Lao put a seal on the entrance of the cave to isolate the breath.
"Yujing, father will be able to get the third strand of heavenly silk in a few days."
"At that time, with the magical Spiritual Qi like Pococoon Cliff, it should be able to stabilize your injury."
"Father is useless, this broken body can no longer support me for another six years..."
"Ugh."
A long sigh, is endless saliva.
"Yujing, don't blame your father for being selfish."
"In this situation, I have no choice but to feel sorry for Xueqing."
However, the surrounding area was still quiet, and what Mr. Hu said just now did not receive any response.
When he raised his head, those dim and cloudy eyes looked at the stone platform in front of him, and there were two figures sitting quietly in Lotus Position on the stone platform.
"Is it really worth doing this?"
The sudden voice from behind made Mr. Hu's expression change, and subconsciously raised the aura of his whole body to the maximum.
"it's me."
"Hu Qingcheng, are you too nervous, old man?"
When Mr. Hu saw the person coming, he relaxed a little, and said with a wry smile:
"In the forbidden area of your silkworm clan, do you think I can not be nervous, haha..."
"Old man, you also know that this is the important place of the Tiancan Clan. Do you know how much risk I have to take to let you in behind the patriarch's back?"
Mr. Hu smiled softly and didn't speak, but his eyes were full of gratitude.
"Okay, old man, you should pay more attention to your body."
"Cultivate ling mulberry during the day, and overuse Spirit Power at night to maintain the vitality of your son and daughter-in-law. If you die suddenly, you have to ask daddy to collect the body for you!"
The visitor laughed and cursed bitterly, and then disappeared in a flash.
Only the two quiet figures sitting cross-legged on the stone platform remained, the already lonely figure of Mr. Hu...