Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 154 - 109: Ancient Immortal’s Battlefield, Fox Mountain Mortar Deployed, Reward for the Brave_3

Chapter 154: Chapter 109: Ancient Immortal’s Battlefield, Fox Mountain Mortar Deployed, Reward for the Brave_3

The sky flashed with lightning, thunder rolled, and a cool wind blew from afar, sweeping away the sultry heat.

Crash...

Heavy rain poured down from the sky at the intersection, cooling it down and pressing the dust raised by the hot wind onto the ground.

The battle for the Immortal Grass is settled!

...

Black Gloves and Flying Legs wore the Invisibility Cloak, unafraid of the rain.

At this moment, they cheered, jumping with joy, and together they grabbed the Immortal Grass’s ugly mouth, pulling upwards with all their might!

"Awoo!"

"Awoo!"

Amidst the rumbling soil, it turned out the Immortal Grass had an extremely long underground part.

The two foxes pulled with effort, and before long, they extracted over ten meters’ worth, a massive heap on the ground, resembling a giant python.

Black Gloves pressed on the Immortal Grass with his paw, feeling it soft and elastic.

Is this the Thousand-year-old Immortal Grass?

It really is huge!

It’s no wonder the Immortal Grass from Fox Mountain is exceptional!

Flying Legs heard his master’s voice.

"Take away the few main roots as well, the Committee can’t handle such herbs.

"Leave them the plant machine for finding the Immortal Grass.

"Also, leave them a stone slab."

The two foxes nodded, extracted nine main roots, left the plant machine, then stood together with the main roots and Immortal Grass, as mist rose at their feet, and were taken back to Fox Mountain by their master.

...

Not long after, amidst the heavy rain, Professor Zhang slowly awoke.

He climbed up, realizing the wound on his hand was healing... After all, Sequence Eight, though not of high level, has a good physical constitution.

He wiped his soaked hair and face covered in rain, then looked at the ground; as expected, both the main roots and Immortal Grass were gone, leaving only dark cavities.

He checked the pulse of his other unconscious colleagues, especially those with pierced palms, tending to them first...

"Oh, it’s alright, all alright."

After checking the last pulse, he collapsed to the ground, sitting in the rain, revealing a relieved smile.

After much trouble, the Immortal Grass was fished out, but they simply couldn’t deal with that thing; in the end, it still belonged to the battlefield of the Ancient Immortal and that one!

"Well then, the Immortal Grass was taken by that one, at least it can’t harm the Human World anymore.

"Isn’t the Committee’s goal to protect the Human World?

"This is already a very good ending."

Suddenly, he saw a thick tree branch inserted in the pit ahead. Golden needle mushrooms grew at the top, woven into a mushroom glove.

In the heavy rain, the mushroom glove actually gave him a thumbs up!

"What?

"What’s this?"

He saw a stone slab next to it, inscribed with Sequence Eight’s text. It seemed to describe how to use this thing.

The text was too complicated for him to understand.

But the last line, he could comprehend... "A reward for the brave?"

Once more, Qing Lu Ancient Immortal’s voice echoed in his mind.

"What a pity, the Immortal Grass was taken away!

"Is this little thing left behind by that fellow?

"It seems quite interesting, pick it up, I’ll help you check it out."

Professor Zhang smiled bitterly.

His feelings towards Qing Lu Ancient Immortal were complex, a mixture of respect, resentment, hatred... all intertwined.

Yet he still stepped forward to pick up the plant machine.

His palm had already risen with mist, blurring the boundary between reality and dream, seemingly to take the plant machine into the dream.

"Huh?"

Professor Zhang’s hand suddenly paused, and he withdrew it, placing it behind his back.

He even stepped back a few paces, to distance himself from the plant machine.

"Master, I remember you saying that the Immortals of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty once explored a subject, striving for centuries, but never succeeded.

"If I remember correctly, wasn’t that subject called... the plant machine?"