Although Zhao Di had been practicing for ten years, he had never come into contact with a demon beast before. Naturally, he was both curious and fearful of this legendary creature.

  Moreover, he didnt even have a thread of experience in encountering enemies. After thinking it over, he decided to take another mountain road that was safer. Although it would take several more days, it was better than losing his life as soon as he left the door.

  Although a cultivators physical strength far surpasses that of an ordinary mortal, for Zhao Di, who was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, after rushing along the mountain road for a day, he was still extremely exhausted.

  He thought it was time to eat something, have a good rest for the night, and then rush on the road again tomorrow morning. When Zhao Di left Jians house, he didnt bring any water bag or water bottle, nor did he bring any dry food. After all, solving the problem of eating and drinking is not a difficult task for a cultivator. Even after reaching the foundation period, due to the nourishment of strong spiritual power, the bodies of the cultivators have completely changed from ordinary people, and can reach the state of "bigu", without any need for food or drink, only needing to breathe in and out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

  At this moment, Zhao Di dispersed his attention to the surroundings, and with his strong divine sense, he could already detect every move within a range of tens of meters. Whether it was the sound of earthworms burrowing into the mud, the fragrance emitted by the small grass, or the pollen on the hairs of bees flying over the flowers, all these appeared clearly in Zhao Dis mind. This feeling of seemingly controlling everything around him made Zhao Di feel extremely enjoyable.

  If it were a little farther away, the feeling would not be so sensitive, but the movement of a wild rabbit eating tender grass dozens of feet away was still noticed by Zhao Di.

  "The Concealment Technique", Zhao Di cast this primary low-level spell on himself, and a beam of spiritual light enveloped his body. After flashing a few times, Zhao Dis entire person disappeared into the mountains and forests. Of course, this low-level concealment technique is only effective against ordinary people. If there are cultivators nearby, they can easily see Zhao Dis every move with the same low-level spell "Spiritual Eye Technique".

  After Zhao Di displayed his stealth technique, he easily walked to within two or three zhang of the gray-haired wild rabbit without startling it. Then a small fireball technique struck about two feet away from the rabbits side. After a loud explosion, a deep pit about half a foot was left on the ground, and the wild rabbit, which had no idea what happened, was also killed by the shockwave of the explosion while still intently eating the grass stems.

  "The power of that mini fireball just now was calculated to be just right, if it were any bigger, this delicious rabbit would have been burnt to a crisp." Zhao Di picked up the wild rabbit on the ground and praised himself, at the same time he also thought:

  "Its still necessary to seize the time to practice using magic tools, and it will be much easier to kill wild beasts with them. Moreover, the books all say that in the immortal cultivation world, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, making it even more dangerous than the mortal world. Having some means of self-protection is also good."

  He made a small pit with a small fireball, wrapped the rabbit in leaves and put it in the pit, covered it with a layer of mud, and then pressed seven or eight arm-thick branches on top.

  With a "whoosh", a small flame the size of a soybean gathered on his fingertips, and he lightly flicked it onto a branch. The branch immediately burst into fierce flames, and in an instant, seven or eight branches were reduced to ashes.

  "This flame formed by the gathering of spiritual energy is quite sinister, its power is so great that its a bit hard to control. This mud is also burning very hot, slowly waiting for half an hour, the rabbit should be cooked through, right? Why not take this opportunity to practice controlling magical tools again."

  He pulled out a flying knife-like artifact from the beast skin bag, with a blade length of about three inches and a width of about one inch. The handle was extremely short, and the entire knife was only the size of a palm. A faint blue glow emanated from its body.

  This small knife is a low-grade artifact, but Zhao Di gave it an extremely powerful name - the Flying Knife of Beheading Immortals. This was given to him by his family when he reached the fourth layer of Qi Refining stage and is currently his only artifact.

  Zhao slowly transferred spiritual energy to the flying knife through his palm, while covering the entire knife with his divine sense. The small knife "hummed" and leapt into the air.

  Manipulating a magical tool is the art of controlling objects remotely, a common means used by cultivators. Apart from requiring spiritual energy to be transmitted into the tool, establishing a spiritual connection with the cultivator, one must also use their divine sense and thoughts to control every move of the tool.

  "Go!" A loud shout from Zhao Dis mouth, at the same time his mind vividly imagined the small knife flying forward and slashing.

  As expected, the Flying Knife of Beheading Immortals shot out with a blue light, extremely fast, and flew straight forward, in the blink of an eye it had flown five or six zhang away.

  "Return!" Zhao Di gave the flying knife another "instruction" in his mind, and at this time the small knife seemed to be a bit reluctant, trembling slightly before slowly turning around and flying back to Zhao Dis front.

  "It seems that I can now only control the flying knife within a range of about three to four zhang around me, and its very difficult to manipulate it beyond this range." Zhao Di thought to himself, since he obtained this artifact, he had practiced the technique of controlling the artifact seven or eight times before and after, and now he could barely control it proficiently around him.

  He then practiced a few more times, testing how far the small knife could fly before losing control and practicing agile manipulation at close range.

  About half an hour later, a fragrance wafted out of the soil, and Zhao Di stopped practicing.

  He ate two rabbit legs and was full, then casually found a banana leaf over a foot wide, performed a "Rain Technique", and instantly condensed countless small water droplets in the air above his palm, turning into fine rain that slowly fell onto the banana leaf, filling it up in no time.

  "Really sweet!" Zhao Di drank several big mouthfuls with relish, and with a satisfied expression, he leapt onto the branch of a nearby large pine tree. Using his hands and feet, he easily climbed to a high place in just three or two movements, choosing a relatively comfortable spot as tonights resting place.

  Maybe he was really tired, and soon entered the dream world. In his dreams, one moment he was in his previous life, reading scriptures; another moment he was learning magic with a group of children, various dazzling lights flashing before his eyes, making him eager to learn; another moment he returned to "childhood", Jian Xianger following him every day like a tail, constantly urging him to tell stories...

  A loud beast howl echoing through the mountain forest startled Zhao Di awake from his dream.

  Zhao Di immediately sat up, looking in the direction of the sound. Under the moonlight, he could only vaguely see a large black and white striped animal walking slowly towards him from afar.

  Zhao Di infused spiritual energy into his eyes and carefully observed the beast with his Spiritual Eye Technique for a while, confirming that it was just an ordinary wild animal without any spiritual energy.

  Zhao let out a quiet sigh of relief and patiently waited in the tree for the beast to approach. If he wasnt mistaken, it was probably the aroma of that half-roasted wild rabbit that had attracted this guy over.

  As the beast walked to a distance of two or three hundred zhang from Zhao Di, with the weak moonlight filtering through the trees, Zhao Di saw the beasts appearance clearly and couldnt help but take a deep breath.

  This beasts body was over one zhang in length, with snow-white fur and black stripes, resembling the legendary rare animal - the White Tiger.

  "Good fellow!" Zhao Dis heart was delighted. In his impression, the white tiger had special significance, and it was said that those who saw and hunted the white tiger were all heroes of a generation. Having just set out for a day of training, he already had such a good omen - did this mean that things would go smoothly from now on?

  This is also because Zhao Di was a cultivator, so he dared to think this way. If an ordinary mortal saw this beast, they would probably be scared stiff and wouldnt think its a good omen.

  This unlucky white tiger apparently still hasnt noticed Zhao Dis existence, and continues to walk step by step towards a certain place emitting a strong meaty smell.

  Suddenly a blue light enveloped a small knife several inches long flew out of the pine tree and rushed towards the white tiger, instantly arriving at its side.

  This white tiger, despite its large body, moved very nimbly. It simply leaped forward and dodged the blue light with its body, while its long tail swept across the top of the blue light.

  This iron-like long tail struck with force, and even a tree as thick as a palm trunk might be snapped in two at the waist.

  However, the blue light unexpectedly cut off the tigers tail into two segments without being affected at all, and then randomly changed direction and rushed towards the tigers abdomen. The speed was so fast that the old tiger had no way to defend itself.

  All that could be heard was the white tigers mournful howl, and then it was cut open from head to tail by a blue light under its body, immediately falling to the ground dead, with tiger blood and internal organs flowing all over the place.

  "Zhan Xian Fei Dao" won a crushing victory in its first actual combat, and was then retrieved by Zhao Di with great relish. After a brief pause, Zhao Di sent the flying knife out again, carefully controlling it as it slowly sliced off the entire white tiger skin.

  With such fine control and consumption of divine consciousness, after taking the whole tiger skin, Zhao Di felt a dizziness in his brain, obviously caused by overuse of divine consciousness. He put away the beheading flying knife and didnt even bother to tidy up the tiger skin, then lay down on the pine tree again and fell asleep.