All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 405 - 48 I reckon no one wants this Cangsu Cang

Chapter 405: Chapter 48 I reckon no one wants this Cangsu Cang

"Isn’t Broken Blade Mountain just a transformation of your fragments?" An Jing praised: "Essentially, it’s a rebirth from your own fragments. You’re really something!"

"You’re really something!" the Sword Spirit immediately became happy.

An Jing marked the silver squirrel and the Ore Gathering Tree, planning to personally retrieve them later to avenge the drones.

Thereafter, An Jing continued to operate the drone, heading deeper into the area.

The closer it got to the depths of Broken Blade Mountain, the denser the trees became, and the animal trails in the forest gradually converged into one, like a myriad of streams merging into the ocean.

Racing down this path, after the drone felt that the animal trail had narrowed to its limit, it suddenly emerged into a clearing—it had exited the groves and arrived at the core circle of Broken Blade Mountain, at the foot of numerous peaks.

And right at the heart of Broken Blade Mountain, once guarded by various Demon Spirits, lay a scene that shocked An Jing.

The drone’s viewpoint captured the entire panorama; inside the wooded area, the land beneath the mountain ranges was a vast field as far as the eye could see.

The rivers had not yet frozen over from Frost Calamity, and the glacial waters falling from the mountains crisscrossed over the wilderness, nourishing a vibrant green land full of life, like the blood vessels in a body.

Various types of Spirit Plants, pastures, and trees emitting Spiritual Light were arranged neatly, while along the riverbanks and animal trails, the dens of some Demon Spirits were scattered throughout.

That’s it. An Jing realized. Demon Spirits possess intelligence and don’t adhere to the law of the jungle or survival of the fittest; rather, they are capable of cooperating and assisting each other to create migration events like the Beast Tide, similar to human military campaigns. How could they not have their own settlements and civilization?

After a tiger spirit underwent Spirit Awakening, hunting ordinary small prey would not yield much Spirit Qi, and hunting other Demon Spirits no longer provided the absolute advantage it had in mundane times. Given this, what could they do besides farming? Must they always fight and kill, risking the Spiritual Wisdom they rarely obtained in hundreds of generations?

An Jing surveyed the entire field below the mountains, and he seemed to understand the meaning of ’Mountain Master’. The vast fields were dotted with sporadically scattered Demon Spirit dens, and many of these dens protected a demon cave at the top of a mountain—the place where the Mountain Master lived, where the Spirit Vein of the mountain converged.

And at the mountain ridge of Broken Blade Mountain Range’s main peak, encircled by many mountains, lay the largest demon cave that was emitting torrents of skyrocketing white rainbows, forming a crescent that enveloped the entire field. That cave was the ’Primordial Spirit Cave’.

"This is incredible."

Subdue Evil exclaimed in admiration: "You’re really something, a mountain range born from your fragments can even forge a ’Blessed Land’!"

A so-called Blessed Land is a place shielded by a Great Formation naturally constructed by the environment, which is nearly unbreakable, rich with Spirit Mechanism, in harmony with the Heavenly Sea above and the Earth Vein below, second only to the Cave Heavens that are isolated from the world within the Great Void.

Subdue Evil saw the fields at the base of Broken Blade Mountain as such a Blessed Land... However, even places of nature can’t withstand the forces of nature; the overwhelming Frost Calamity had begun to ravage the farmlands, causing most of them to wither and deteriorate.

The Spiritual Objects that could be transported had already been taken away by the migrating herds of Demon Beasts, what remained were those that An Jing saw, many of which were incomplete, either not yet matured or whose roots had withered after the harvest.

Demon Spirits didn’t worry about the Frost Calamity; they just migrated to avoid disaster. This Blessed Land, even if sealed in ice, would not disappear. It would simply become as silent as the Broken Blade Mountain Groves, with the roots dormant, waiting for spring to return and grow once more.

Snow Climbing Tooth told An Jing about this place, unafraid of An Jing taking advantage of it. If An Jing could find some mature fruits that they hadn’t scavenged, then that would be due to An Jing’s prowess.

But in reality, An Jing was thinking about much more than these country Demon Spirits of Broken Blade Mountain.

"The Frost Calamity isn’t in full swing yet."

As he surveyed the emerald expanse of fields, his heart was filled with the joy of an abundant harvest: "If I could find some fertilizers that induce ripening, even if the effect is a little low, as long as I can harvest, wouldn’t that be an immense profit?"

"I need to acquire some relevant Skills. The technology of the Tianyuan Realm is so advanced, they should have something!"

Having noted this, An Jing found the drone had reached its operational limit and then rode Tengshuang White, moving closer to the depths of Broken Blade Mountain Range, also directing the drone toward the main peak where the Primordial Spirit Cave was located.

But it couldn’t get through.

Surrounding the main peak of the Primordial Spirit Cave, there seemed to be no dangers, but in reality, it was filled with invisible Poisonous Fiend and Gold Fiend. As the drone approached, two of its rotors got corroded, and then, spinning out of control, it crashed into the mountainside, sparking a small flame.

"Such dense Poisonous Fiend?"

An Jing raised an eyebrow: "I’m not afraid of the Gold Fiend, the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban and my Fate Pattern can handle that, but where did this Poisonous Fiend come from?"

"The Four-Winged Moon Snake is by nature a venomous snake," Subdue Evil wasn’t surprised: "That Moon Snake is likely trying to use the Golden Qi and Evil Qi of Broken Blade Mountain to shed its original body and transform into a Primordial Spirit Moon Serpent, aiming to attain Golden Core status... or rather, Manifesting Holy Realm."

"But since that’s the case, it shouldn’t have left the Primordial Spirit Cave... What did it go for?"

"Anyway, after getting close here, I indeed felt that my fragments were closer—even if they’re not in the Primordial Spirit Cave, they are within the main peak of Broken Blade Mountain!"

This was a problem, and although An Jing didn’t quite understand, it was indeed an opportunity to enter the Primordial Spirit Cave: "With my current strength, it’s impossible to withstand the Poisonous Fiend... However, I remember there are Evil-Repelling Clothes in the Tianyuan Realm, so I need to go there and buy some new gear."

"And a new drone," reminded Subdue Evil. "These drones are quite useful, just not durable enough, you’ll need to buy some of better quality."

"If you can enter the Primordial Spirit Cave, it will definitely be of great use for your cultivation of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban—after all, all the Gold Fiends of Broken Blade Mountain originate from me, and using them on you is like turning the original broth into the original meal."

"You’re not using that phrase correctly," An Jing complained, to which Subdue Evil casually said, "Then it’s like being cut from the same cloth—anyway, with me here, your cultivation speed will definitely be much faster than that missing Moon Snake."

Fertilizer, Evil-Repelling Clothes, and a new drone. An Jing noted down the things he needed to do on his next trip to the Tianyuan Realm, then used the Water Mirror to record a few scenes of the fields, and thereafter made his way back home: "I’m afraid I will be busy in the mountains for the time coming, I have to go back and tell Qinghan and the others."

Changing his direction, and after confirming the situation of Broken Blade Mountain, An Jing headed back toward Linjiang City.

On his way back, he also conveniently took the Ore Gathering Tree guarded by the silver squirrel.

The silver-grey Cangsu Cang had been hiding in the branches of surrounding trees, nibbling at the metallic core in its hands with an utterly content expression, even letting its tail hang down and flutter in the wind.

But suddenly, a roaring thunder filled the sky, a shadow flashed by, and the Ore Gathering Tree it was guarding disappeared into thin air.

"Squeak?!"

The iron piece in the squirrel’s hands dropped in shock as it hurriedly leaped to where the Ore Gathering Tree had been, desperately spinning around, only to see the clear metallic cross section and roots deep in the ground—the Ore Gathering Tree itself was intact, but the large accumulation of minerals stored had vanished.

"Squeak... Squeak squeak..."

The silver squirrel looked as if it was about to cry. It wobbled and propped itself against a nearby stone with its short hind paws, staring blankly at where its reserves of many years had once been—without this Ore Gathering Tree, how would it survive the Frost Calamity?

But it didn’t need to ponder this problem for long.

Because a large formless and indifferent hand suddenly appeared, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, and, ignoring the desperate struggles of the startled Cangsu Cang, scooped it up and carried it away!

——I reckon nobody wants this Cangsu Cang... Picked up!

In midair, atop Tengshuang White, An Jing vigorously rubbed the silver squirrel’s tail and little head, and asked fiercely, "It was you that wrecked my drone, wasn’t it? I’m telling you, you’ve caused trouble!"

The Cangsu Cang had no idea what was happening. In the blink of an eye, it had been brought high into the sky, overlooking the jungle where it had lived. As it listened dizzily to An Jing’s words, its rudimentary spiritual intelligence, though not understanding human speech, could sense that the human before it bore no great malice.

Moreover, An Jing’s second reclaimed drone was placed beside it. As a Spirit Beast, it quickly realized who the ’flying demon beast’ that it had just ’hunted’ belonged to and immediately let out a pitiful ’squeak’, raising its little paws and tail high, exposing its belly while lying on An Jing’s lap, as though surrendering and begging for mercy.

"Not bad, your attitude is very good."

An Jing was very satisfied to see the silver squirrel so well-behaved. He took out a small piece of Jade Cutting Steel and shook it, and the Cangsu Cang’s eyes immediately lit up: "Next, I want you to do something for me, and if you do it, I’ll give you a small pellet—understand?"

Although it didn’t understand, the Cangsu Cang nodded frantically and wagged its tail, prompting An Jing to chuckle and rub it, "Not bad, quite soft. Despite being metal, it’s spun into fine threads, as soft as velvet..."

After enjoying the feel, An Jing, who had consulted with Subdue Evil, took out the blade of the Subdue Evil sword and let the little squirrel sniff it: "Have you sensed anything similar to this scent before?"

An Jing didn’t expect much from the attempt, but it turned out to be successful.

After sniffing the scent of Subdue Evil’s broken blade and showing a dazed, captivated expression, the Cangsu Cang quickly understood An Jing’s intentions.

It turned around, standing its tail up, and pointed toward the main peak of Broken Blade Mountain, deep within the Primordial Spirit Cave.

"As expected. Gold Fiends, Poisonous Fiends, as well as potential Divine Prohibitions and various unexpected obstacles on the way..."

An Jing fell into thought, then smiled, "It looks like another tough challenge, but I must give it a try."

"Let’s go, Subdue Evil, and little one... back to Linjiang City first!"