53: C53 Shennong's Letter

C53 Shennong's Letter

"Golden Light Furnace." When Feng Yimo finished refining the golden pill furnace in his hand, a vulgar name appeared in his mind. It was indeed worthy of its name.0

Putting away the Golden Light Furnace, Feng Yimo didn't throw away the grey three-legged pill furnace. Instead, he continued sorting out the jade slips. Since Song Che was an alchemist, he naturally had some alchemy manuals and pill formulas. These were all things that he urgently needed.

There were more than forty jade slips. Finally, he found a dark green jade slip. The Divine Sense was imprinted on it, and four words appeared in his mind: Shennong Script!

Feng Yimo was shocked, but he was overjoyed. "It's actually Shennong's letter. How is this possible? Didn't Shennong disappear more than ten thousand years ago?" He read it carefully again. Indeed, it was the Shennong Script!

Shennong was a famous race in ancient times. They were famous for alchemy and planting spiritual herbs. All kinds of rare and precious spiritual herbs were only in Shennong's hands. There was nothing that couldn't survive. Moreover, they could refine spiritual pills that were even more difficult to refine. Unfortunately, Shennong's family was fully devoted to concocting pills and spiritual herbs. There were no powerful beings guarding them. Later, they were jointly annihilated by a few other races who coveted alchemy and planting techniques. They disappeared in the vast river of history. It was said that the last Shennong clan appeared a thousand years ago and never appeared again. Now, the Shennong Script appeared in Feng Yimo's hand. Why wasn't he overjoyed?

How could a wretched rogue cultivator like Song Che have a Shennong Script? There were only two possibilities. First, he had great opportunities and obtained this jade slip somewhere. Second, he was a descendant of Shennong himself!

Feng Yimo did not have the time to think about which reason it was. He immediately began to study it without any distractions.

Two hours later, Feng Yimo put down the jade slip with a face full of joy and carefully put it into the Storage Bag. Two hours later, he only read one percent of the content. It was not that he did not want to read it, but because the content at the end could not be seen due to the limitation of his cultivation base.

Even if it was one percent, it listed the characteristics, characteristics, age, and planting methods of hundreds of spirit herbs. There were also many pill formulas. What made Feng Yimo feel that it was a pity that the spirit herbs listed were all below rank 3. If he wanted to use them to read more advanced content, he needed to raise his cultivation level.

This Shennong Script was a supreme treasure!

Just as Feng Yimo was about to continue cleaning up, the defensive array outside the medicinal field suddenly shook. He hurriedly put away all of the items and rushed out of the small building. He shockingly discovered that over a hundred wild beasts were attacking the array.

Apart from him and Feng Xinping in the medicinal field, there were only Feng Qishaan and his grandson. There were also more than thirty puppets. Eighty percent of the herbs in the field had been harvested. Feng Yimo didn't have time to think about why the wild beasts wanted to attack the formation. He flew up into the sky and swept his sleeves. The herbs that were harvested by the puppets immediately flew into his Storage Bag. He didn't care about the problem of the water loss anymore.

"Young Master Cousin, hurry up and leave. Something doesn't seem right!" Feng Qishaan, who was standing on the ridge of the field and commanding the wooden puppet to harvest the herbs, shouted.

Feng Yimo stopped moving and looked over. Several huge demon beasts appeared outside the defensive formation. There was a single horned wolf, a thirty feet tall tiger, a wild boar with burning fangs, and an iron-back rhinoceros that seemed to be covered in armor. The four level-one demon beasts exerted their strength together. The defensive formation was shattered with a popping sound. Countless beasts rushed in and trampled on the herbal field. The puppets that were harvesting herbs were instantly broken into pieces and turned into parts.

Feng Yimo roared. He no longer had the time to hide his strength. The Red Moon Sword with a red glow swept across the few beasts that were running towards Gou Wa. He cut them in half. Then, he shouted at Feng Xinping and Feng Qishaan, "Come over here quickly!"

Feng Xinping was already scared silly. He quickly ran over. Feng Qishaan's legs were not fast enough. He ran a few steps and fell to the ground. A fierce tiger pounced on him and lowered its head to bite his shoulder.

Even though Feng Qishaan was at the second level of Qi Refinement, he was not a beast that could hurt him. He pushed his right hand on the ground and his entire body floated a few feet away, avoiding the fierce tiger's bite. With a wave of his left hand, a sword light flew out. The head of the fierce tiger flew into the air. It seemed that its skill was not weak.

"Good!" Feng Yimo called out. He pointed his fingers, and the Red Moon Sword turned into a red stream. It surrounded the surroundings and killed all the beasts in its path. Dark red blood dyed the ground red. The smell of blood filled the air. Feng Xinping and Gou Wa trembled as they stuck closely behind Feng Yimo. They didn't even dare to look at them.

Although Feng Xinping was at the third level of Qi Refinement, he had always been a bookkeeper. He had never seen such a bloody scene. His hands and feet were cold, and his mind was blank. He could not even defend himself.

"Feng Xinping, take out your weapon and protect Gou Wa!" Feng Yimo shouted in a deep voice, which made Feng Xinping shiver. He looked at Feng Yimo blankly and said, "Young Master Cousin, I, I don't have a weapon!"

Without saying anything, Feng Yimo took out a low grade spiritual artifact and threw it to Feng Xinping. Then he rushed towards Feng Qishaan, because he saw the horned wolf rushing towards Feng Qishaan.

"Uncle Qi Shan, be careful!" Feng Yimo roared and flew up. The Red Moon Sword in his hand drew an arc in the air and slashed at the head of the horned wolf.

The horned wolf seemed to have sensed danger. Its five inches long fur stood up. The horn on its head shot out a Thunder Arc and sent the Red Moon Sword flying. Its claws had already grabbed Feng Qishaan's back. With a puff, a large piece of flesh was ripped off from Feng Qishaan's back. Half of his bones were crushed, revealing a beating heart.

"Beast!" Feng Yimo was terrified. He opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly. The Red Moon Sword in his hand suddenly sped up and hacked at the claw of the single-horned wolf, taking away another piece of Blood Fog. The single-horned wolf howled and retreated. Feng Yimo hurriedly helped Feng Qishaan up, but he saw that Feng Qishaan's face was devoid of blood. His Qi was weak, and he was seriously injured and unconscious.

He quickly took out a Blood Revival Pill and fed it to Feng Qishaan. Feng Qishaan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yimo. He pulled the Storage Bag from his waist with trembling hands and said, "T-Young Master Cousin, this old servant has been serving herbs for my whole life. I don't have much savings. I only obtained a jade slip by chance. There are some puppet skills recorded in it. I hope that Young Master Cousin can agree to help this old servant take care of Gou Wa."

Feng Yimo's eyes were filled with tears. He reached out to take the Storage Bag and nodded. "Uncle Qishan, don't worry. I, Feng Yimo, will not let Gou Wa suffer any harm as long as I am alive! If he wants to cultivate, I will personally teach him the cultivation method. If he doesn't want to walk the path of immortality, I will arrange for him to become an official of a wealthy family. He will have no worries for his entire life."

After listening to Feng Yimo's words, Feng Qishaan fulfilled his wish. He smiled and closed his eyes.

"Young Master Cousin, help!" On the other side, Feng Xinping shouted. Feng Yimo turned his head to look. The injured horned wolf had a fierce look in its eyes. It lunged at Feng Xinping and Gou Wa.

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