Chapter 7: The Vanished Sword Leaf Grass

  As Ah Gong's low hum seemed to chant, Jiang Cheng suddenly had an unprecedented sense of peace. Jiang Cheng didn't even know when he left Ah Gong's wooden hut, and was awakened by Hei Mian Shi Tie.

  "Brother Cheng, quickly tell me, what is your Battle Soul and what rank is it?"

  At this moment, Jiang Cheng proudly raised his head and replied: "Yellow rank lower grade, mountain boar!"

  Under Shi Tie's astonished gaze, Jiang Cheng strode towards his own residence, preparing to enter the mountain.

  Jiang Cheng didn't know that after he left his grandfather's hut in a daze, Song Lan, who had always been gentle and weak in front of others, suddenly rushed into the room from another room.

  "Grandfather, Jiang Cheng just obtained the Martial Soul. Even if he is the most outstanding young hunter in our clan, are you not sending him to Zhu Wang Slope too rashly? Last year, even Zhao Shu, who had reached the fifth stage of the Conferred Lord Realm, was severely injured and still has a crippled leg!" Song Yue hastily said.

  Grandfather's gaze, however, was directed towards the distance, and he said slowly: "Child, you also saw the reaction of the White Horde. Not to mention the additional taxes, they even broke the usual rules to hold an Eight Tribes Martial Arts Competition.

  They're calling for all soul masters under the age of eighteen to participate, what are they trying to do?

  Jiang Cheng wasn't as lucky as you, he can't hide anymore, the challenges he's about to face are absolutely more terrifying than facing a fierce beast, even... life and death!

  Song Yue's cheeks were puffed out, her 28-year-old chest heaving violently: "But, but he just barely entered the Cheng En realm second stage, you should at least let him cultivate to reach the Cheng En realm third stage, or go to the Ancestral Spirit Temple to learn one or two life-saving battle soul techniques before going, Grandfather."

  "You said, a yellow-grade lower-ranking war soul, how long will it take to advance from the second level of Cheng En Realm to the third level of Cheng En Realm?"

  The Bai Hua tribe had given him only three months' time.

  As for the Battle Soul Technique...

  Here is the translation:

  "Up to this point, Ah Gong let out a sigh: 'Jiang Cheng's mountain boar war soul is truly extremely rare. Our clan's ancestral spirit totem pillar has never bestowed such a war soul before, and correspondingly, there isn't a suitable war soul technique in the ancestral temple...'"

  Song Yue's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, "That... that... I'll go with him!"

  "Song Yue'er, didn't you just hear what I said?"

  Seeing her own ideas being completely suppressed by Ah Gong, Song Yue couldn't help but feel a little resentful. With a flicker of her spirited eyes, she stomped her foot and swiftly ran past the other side of the mountain slope, her figure agile and quick, without any hint of weakness in front of others!

  The next day, while the sky was still dark, a young man with a backpack, a hunting bow on his shoulder and a hunting knife in his hand walked out of the gate of the Ge Shan tribe and headed south towards the dark and misty Ge Shan mountain.

  This young man was Jiang Cheng who had been racking his brains all night.

  Jiang Cheng had once been a high school student and had some experience.

  Last night after returning to his residence, Jiang Cheng made a thousand attempts to probe the black tower pillar that appeared in his mind.

  But no matter what Jiang Cheng did, the black pillar didn't have any reaction at all.

  That black pillar is actually an illusion, vague and without substance. Otherwise, Jiang Cheng would have been eager to take it out and burn it with fire and scald it with water.

  As for why the black tower pillar appeared in his body, and how he, who was not even a member of the Ge Shan tribe or this world's existence, could obtain the war soul, Jiang Cheng couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought.

  All night, Jiang Cheng only found that his Mountain Boar Warrior Soul appeared every time from this black tower pillar. Jiang Cheng had never heard of such a thing before, and the black tower pillar became even more mysterious in his mind.

  Jiang Cheng's luggage was not very large.

  In five years, Jiang Cheng had grown into a qualified mountain hunter, and even the adult warriors of his tribe were no match for him in the mountains. As long as he was in the mountains, Jiang Cheng would never go hungry.

  In his backpack, there were only some salt and pepper, a beast skin map, several hemostatic herbs, several pieces of dried meat prepared by Shi Tie, and the fierce beast dung that drove away insects and beasts at night.

  "Who?"

  Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who had just turned into the mountain pass, stood alertly on the spot, his hunting knife raised instantly. At the entrance of the mountain pass, a dark figure was standing there, exuding an aura that made people feel uneasy in the darkness.

  "Haha, Jiang Cheng brother, scared you, your vigilance is still pretty good!"

  A silvery laughter rose, and Jiang Cheng let out a sigh of relief, but in an instant, his expression became tense: "Song Yue, how did you come here? This place is dozens of miles away from the clan village. You came alone, it's too dangerous. Let's go, I'll send you back!"

  "Don't worry, I've called Shi Tie and they're accompanying me." As soon as the young man said he would send her back, Song Yue couldn't help but feel anxious.

  "What about Shi Tie?" Jiang Cheng's eyes searched around, full of suspicion.

  "I didn't let them come over, give!" As he spoke, Song Yue handed a package to Jiang Cheng.

  "What is this?"

  "This is Grandfather's treasured Flame Tiger dung. With this, you can rest assured even on the outskirts of Beihun Mountain Range."

  "This is the Red Tassel Sword I stole from my grandfather, it's a hundred times better than that hunting knife in your hand." Song Yue smiled, his tied-up hair dancing in the night wind like a painting.

  Hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was definitely something that his grandfather had intentionally let Song Lan steal, for how could Song Lan have stolen something that his grandfather treasured?

  Moreover, this Red String Knife is a ritual instrument of the Ge Shan tribe. Every year during the Harvest Festival, Ah Gong will use this Red String Knife to behead live sacrificial animals, its sharpness is unparalleled, and ordinary people are not allowed to use it lightly!

  The girl stuck out her fragrant tongue, made a ghostly face, stretched out her arms, and kicked Jiang Cheng's foot, then stared at him steadily.

  This posture made Jiang Cheng feel extremely embarrassed.

  This was still a few years ago when he told Song Yue an interesting story, and made a bet with them that he could hug Song Yue, then went to Song Yue's side, and casually fabricated an interesting story, saying that this kind of hug was the most sincere etiquette between friends.

  But since then, Song Yue's gaze at Jiang Cheng has been strange from time to time, making Jiang Cheng feel a little exposed, and he never mentioned this 'etiquette' again.

  But now it made his cheeks flush slightly.

  Before Jiang Cheng could feel embarrassed, Song Lan suddenly took a step forward and gently hugged Jiang Cheng, saying: "Jiang Cheng brother, I've been waiting for you to come back and continue telling me the story of Journey to the West."

  The girl's slightly raised chest and the fragrance like orchid and musk made Jiang Cheng's heart beat rapidly for a few times. Even when the girl left his arms, her fingers brushed against the back of his neck with an extremely heavy touch, but Jiang Cheng didn't notice anything unusual.

  Then, without waiting for Jiang Cheng to say anything, the girl disappeared into the night with that fragrance.

  With the lingering fragrance in his arms, Jiang Cheng continued to head towards Ge Mountain.

  Keshan was like a backyard to Jiang Cheng, he had been there countless times in the past five years with his clansmen, picking herbs, plucking wild fruits and setting traps.

  At this moment, Jiang Cheng, who had greatly increased his martial arts skills, was like a monkey, agilely running along the small path in the Gusu Mountain.

  At dawn, Jiang Cheng had already crossed the Ge Mountain and entered the thorny Beihun mountain range, his speed slowing down suddenly.

  Fortunately, this is still the outer periphery of the Beihun Mountains, and the footprints of the Gesang tribe's soul warriors have occasionally been involved, leaving behind some marks. Jiang Cheng relied on these special marks, looking at the beast skin map, approaching the destination Zhu Wangpo.

  Entering the outer periphery of Beihun Mountain Range, it is another scene. The medicinal herbs that are relatively rare on Ge Mountain, such as Kudzu root and Costus root, can be seen everywhere in Beihun Mountain Range.

  However, the kind of medicinal herbs sold by Ge Gen is not Jiang Cheng's current target. Ah Gong had once said that in the Beihun mountain range, there are some extremely precious medicinal herbs.

  Sometimes dozens of stalks, or even one or two stalks of medicinal herbs can be exchanged for carts and carts of grain and supplies.

  Jiang Cheng also hopes that he can help the tribe.

  Five years of time, Ah Gong's teachings, and the care of his tribesmen had made Jiang Cheng consider the Ge Shan tribe as his home.

  "Huh? Three-lobed like a sword, with teeth, red leaves and green roots, one palm high, it's a ten-year-old sword leaf grass."

  In the bushes, Jiang Cheng saw a medicinal herb and quickly went to pick it. He remembered that last year, the clan leaders had picked twenty stalks of sword-leaf grass, which they exchanged for a whole cartload of grain at the market.

  Although it was a swift step, Jiang Cheng slowed down to three steps away and took extremely slow strides, his hand holding the Red String Blade slowly raised, slowly pointing towards that three-leafed grass.

  What I fear most in this thicket is that there may be snakes hiding.

  A soft whooshing sound, a fiery line suddenly shot towards Jiang Cheng's chest.

  The sword flashed by, and the fiery snake suddenly broke into three pieces.

  Watching the fire-line snake being killed by him with one knife, Jiang Cheng's chest felt a slight pain. A year ago, on Ge Mountain, a fire-line snake almost took Jiang Cheng's life.

  Now, this Fireline Snake was easily killed by Jiang Cheng.

  Jiang Cheng threw the broken fire-line snake into the snakeskin pouch at his waist, a delicacy in the mountains and forests, before plucking that ten-year-old sword-leaf grass.

  Perhaps it was picked too hastily, that sword-leafed grass with leaves as sharp as swords, actually scratched Jiang Cheng's hand.

  As the back of his hand was stained with fresh blood and the sword leaf grass, Jiang Cheng only felt a sudden shock in his mind. The black tower pillar that he had tried to probe countless times without any movement last night suddenly turned.

  Under this turn, the sword leaf grass that had just been stained with Jiang Cheng's fresh blood suddenly began to wither at a visible speed, quickly drying up into ash and dispersing in the wind.

  Jiang Cheng was stunned on the spot at the sight.

  He didn't expect that mysterious black pillar would make a move at this time.

  Jiang Cheng felt that the opportunity was rare, so he began to try and stimulate the black tower pillar, wanting to take this chance to find out the mystery of the black tower pillar that had mysteriously appeared in his mind.

  But what made Jiang Chen even more depressed was that after trying for almost half an hour in the original place, the wound on his hand had scabbed over, but the black tower pillar still didn't have any movement, as if nothing had happened just now.

  Not to mention finding the sword leaf grass swallowed by the black tower pillar.

  Having tried in vain, Jiang Cheng could only continue forward.

  Xiao Xin Jiang Cheng had a beast skin map given by his grandfather, which allowed him to avoid the gathering places of powerful ferocious beasts along the way and head straight to Zhu Wang Po. Relying on Jiang Cheng's rich experience in the mountains and forests, he made it through with no surprises or dangers.

  Before nightfall, Jiang Cheng found an abandoned tree hole. After eating some roasted meat he had made on the road, he carefully sprinkled a bit of Lianfeng's dung at the entrance and began to cultivate.

  After obtaining the Battle Soul, the route of the hot flow operation in the Battle Soul Pearl is the route of the exercise for each soul warrior.

  That hot flow is what they call spiritual power.

  Every Soul Warrior must diligently cultivate their spiritual power, expand themselves, expand their battle soul, and elevate their realm. Jiang Cheng is no exception.

  It was Jiang Cheng's second time undergoing cultivation.

  Just as Ah Gong had taught him, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and concentrated his energy. His martial soul - the beastly shadow of a wild boar - shot out from the black tower pillar in an instant.

  A fine red hot flow, like a grain of rice, began to gush out from the only war soul bead in Shan Zhu Zhan Hun's possession, which was also Jiang Cheng's heart position. Under Jiang Cheng's deliberate urging, it started to wander along a specific route within his body.

  Just as the hot flow gushed out from Jiang Cheng's heart, the black tower pillar that had been motionless for over a hundred attempts suddenly moved again without warning.

  PS: Asking for brothers' support, new book is in a difficult period, various data are growing slowly, which is the most annoying!

  Collecting, recommending, book reviews and so on are all okay!

  Kowtow!