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Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 37: Then Swords Must Be Blind
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Chen Qing bought a bunch of Gu Spirit Grass and tucked it into his coat.
Then he turned his back to Zhang Yangdao and walked away. After a few steps, he saw three Wuyou Mountain disciples drinking and playing games at a tavern, and Chen Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked into a corridor beside the tavern, and seeing no one around, he immediately used the Fog Gu Clothing Changing Divine Skill, leisurely joining the drinking game with the three Wuyou Mountain disciples.
Seeing Chen Qing, they naturally welcomed him happily, and after drinking with them for an hour, Chen Qing didn’t actually drink much.
In the end, he went up the mountain with the three Wuyou Mountain disciples, and by the time Chen Qing returned to the foot of the mountain, his heart was still pounding.
He looked toward the black forest not far from the mountain gate, "Is there a senior brother from the Shadow Hall? I have something to discuss with Brother Feng."
The three Wuyou Mountain disciples saw this and bid farewell with cupped hands.
After the three left, a pine tree in the distance shook, and a disciple from the Shadow Hall dressed in black descended from it, "Master Chen, please follow me."
The Shadow Hall disciple took out a lantern from behind and lit it to lead the way.
They circled in the forest, and the Shadow Hall disciple led Chen Qing to a massive cave entrance, with huge stone formations on either side resembling the mouth of a beast.
The Shadow Hall disciple had a brief exchange with the gatekeeping disciple, who then led Chen Qing into the cave.
As they ventured deeper, the interior became more expansive, like another world.
The cave was extremely vast, making Chen Qing feel that the entire Wuyou Mountain was hollow.
This was the inside of the turtle shell!
Inside, there was a gigantic metal workshop steaming with hot air, with all sorts of exquisite and sharp weapons and armor arranged nearby.
From time to time, the resonant sounds of hammers striking iron could be heard.
The turtle shell was indeed thick; one could hear nothing from above.
Avoiding these, Chen Qing met Feng Qi in a room deep within the cave.
At that moment, Feng Qi was marking a map of Wuyou Mountain, and Chen Qing had no idea what those symbols meant.
Seeing Chen Qing approaching, Feng Qi picked up an oil lamp and said with a smile, "Brother Chen, you’re quite a rare guest. What brings you to me in the middle of the night?"
Chen Qing replied, "Last time when Zhang Yangdao entered the garden, I shared some Spirit Stones, and I thought I’d buy some materials to feed the sword Gu, see if it can be improved."
"Who knew I would see Zhang Yangdao at the market."
Feng Qi put down the map in his hand, "It seems he came to scout the area."
Chen Qing asked, "What are you planning to do, Senior Brother?"
Feng Qi’s expression turned serious, placing a hand on Chen Qing’s shoulder, "Brother, remember, since we said ’If we meet again, care not for sword and blade,’ then we must remain ruthless."
On his way back to his own cave, Chen Qing saw Ye Yuntian descending the mountain with a disciple from the Shadow Hall.
He made up his mind.
The warning to Zhang Yangdao had been given, and since he didn’t heed it, it was time to take action!
During this period, it was best not to descend the mountain.
It was simply too dangerous.
He had to quickly upgrade the sword Gu and fog Gu.
Otherwise, if such situations were to happen again, he would have no means to protect himself!
One couldn’t live by luck.
Speaking of which, why were things becoming more tumultuous lately?
No, it must be because he became the Hall Master.
It wasn’t that becoming Hall Master brought these troubles, but after becoming the Spirit Plant Hall Master, he was privy to more information.
In the past, as an ordinary disciple, he didn’t need to be informed of these things.
Well, it’s better than knowing nothing, at least with prior knowledge, he could avoid some troubles.
This time, Ye Yuntian indeed did not ask him to carry the jug, which seemed to signify an action that required no consultation.
At night, Chen Qing went to the basement, lay on the turtle shell, and listened carefully, confirming there were no sounds.
This turtle shell was truly thick.
Spreading out his hand, he released the fog Gu, then took out a strand of White Tiger Bright Hair and placed it in his palm for the fog Gu to munch on.
He checked the progress, which had reached 98. Eating this strand should nearly complete it.
By calculation, the transformation should ascend by dawn.
Chen Qing went to bed early, planning to rise early after the fog Gu’s transformation and then begin his duties.
At dawn, in the dim basement, Chen Qing suddenly awoke from a dream.
This feeling, no mistake about it!
He spread out his hand; the fog Gu no longer changed between smoke and bug form but condensed into a lump.
He observed through the transparent Gu shell, where the internal mist kept morphing, and eventually squeezed out through a small hole in the Gu shell.
[Mortal Fog Gu]
Quality: Fifth Transformation
Life Span: 26/69
Effect: Flesh can transform to fog within three seconds, allowing flight. After transforming to fog, it requires thirty seconds to recover.
Growth Requirements: Dawn Dew
Growth Progress: 0/100
Promotion Requirements: Ninth Transformation, foggy weather, Rejuvenation Incense, a piece of White Tiger Fur, one pound of Cold Jade
Upgraded to the Fifth Transformation, the duration extended by one second.
Why did the fog Gu’s Life Span exceed that of the same-tier Grass Spirit Gu and sword Gu and even the Alcohol Gu?
Dawn Dew?
Morning’s dew.
A bit troublesome, but manageable.
This was indeed the most economical time; dew was all it required.
Chen Qing immediately withdrew the fog Gu into his body, transforming to fog and squeezing through the chaotic stones to exit the basement.
The weather today wasn’t great, the entire sky was overcast early in the morning, though it didn’t rain, filling hearts with a sense of heaviness.
Of course, this didn’t stop Chen Qing from collecting some dew to feed the fog Gu.
He made his way to the Spirit Plant Garden with ease. At this hour, the disciples of the Spirit Plant Hall hadn’t arrived, making it a good time.
Sparkling dew rolled on various spirit grasses and flowers.
Without the illuminance of the first rays of sunlight, they looked somewhat dull, not that bright, like dim-colored jade beads.
Chen Qing crouched before a Blood Ginseng plant, letting the fog Gu climb on and drink the dew.
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Wandering among lush grasses and blooming flowers, Chen Qing felt a sense of clarity in his mind.
He reached out and picked the most beautiful peony, its vibrant yet elegant colors would certainly look great on Yu Qingshuang’s head.
After collecting dew for fifteen minutes, the fog Gu was well-fed with no more desire to eat. Chen Qing tidied up the area and marked in the Blood Ginseng field.
A Blood Ginseng was excavated here, yet he didn’t see it in Zhang Yangdao’s basket.
In the evening, Chen Qing sat in the Spirit Plant Hall and cooked a bowl of Spiritual Ginseng Porridge, quickly consuming it before planning to return.
Li He came to report, "Hall Master, a disciple from the Shadow Hall has arrived."
Chen Qing gestured for Li He to bring the Shadow Hall disciple in, who approached and cupped his hands slightly, bowing, "Master Chen, the Hall Master sent me to inform you that the traps are set and the ambush complete."
"Please come to witness."
Chen Qing contemplated briefly and nodded, "I understand."
Although he could upgrade Gu, what he lacked most was actual combat experience. Now, with Wuyou Mountain’s encirclement of Zhang Yangdao, it was a great opportunity to learn combat firsthand.
Given Feng Qi’s meticulousness, there shouldn’t be any dangers.
The Shadow Hall disciple continued, "The Hall Master also requested that you bring Yu Qingshuang."
Chen Qing slightly lifted his eyes, understanding perhaps that Yu Qingshuang’s lack of worldly experience should see more of the world.
The nature of people, always viewed with the eyes, not heard with the ears.
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