Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 64: A Mere Minister of Agriculture Dares to Seize the Treasure?

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: A Mere Minister of Agriculture Dares to Seize the Treasure?

The Grassman climbed the mountain by foot, while Zhao Xing climbed the mountain by Grassman.

He made a rattan chair, fixed with two bamboo poles on either side of it.

Then, two Divine Movement Grassmen made from green vines carried the rattan chair forward.

The rest of the Grassmen were scattered on both sides, front and back.

The furthest Grassman was sent out three miles, which was the limit of Zhao Xing’s control.

Although the mountain path was steep, the three-mile control limit was a straight-line distance, so it was enough.

If there were any disturbances, Zhao Xing could know in advance.

"Grassman Skill is really useful." Sitting in the chair, Zhao Xing couldn’t help but sigh.

The Divine Movement Grassmen walked the mountain path as if it were flat ground, even faster than he could walk.

"In the future, I need to study the Divine Movement Grassmen more. By then, a hundred-mile raid would only consume one Grassman, saving both time and effort."

Additionally, there were four special Grassmen in the team, each equipped with two East Lake Pearls of the First Order.

It was the sixth Grassman Skill Zhao Xing had learned just two days ago, the "Reconnaissance Grassman."

This allowed Zhao Xing to have a second perspective.

For the other Grassmen, Zhao Xing only had a vague sense. But for these four Grassmen, he could see clearly.

The spell level was not high, just One Turn, but it was enough to see far distances.

In just two quarters of climbing, Zhao Xing discovered other climbers.

Through the perspective of the Reconnaissance Grassman, he saw in a pine forest to the left front four climbers attacking two others.

"Are they fighting over something?"

Zhao Xing immediately became interested.

He immediately ordered the Grassmen to surround the front left.

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"Qin Feng, my brother and I don’t want this low-grade Spiritual Treasure. Why are you forcing us?" One tall Martial Artist holding a war knife and wearing soft armor continuously blocked attacks, growling in a low voice.

"Zhou Gang, you are now asking for mercy?" The cold young man also holding a knife attacked continuously. "Hmph, too late. Last time during night duty at the city gate, my brother-in-law was just a bit drunk, and you and Fang Jie detained him. When I begged you, did you show mercy?"

"Bastard, was your brother-in-law just drunk? He was trying to breach the gate! At that time, the county was strictly inspecting Xuantian Demon People. It was the rule. How can you blame Fang Jie and me?" Zhou Gang roared with anger.

"Spare me the nonsense, I couldn’t stand you two when I was at the Lake City Martial Arts Bureau! And now you’re fighting me over treasure. New grudges and old hates will be settled together!" Qin Feng’s sword strikes grew sharper.

Not far away, the Reconnaissance Grassman’s beady eyes captured everything.

As for their battle sounds, they did not escape Zhao Xing’s ears, brought to them by a gentle breeze.

"Lake City Martial Arts Bureau? Officials from the neighboring county?" Zhao Xing stroked his chin and observed from afar using a Five Elements observation technique, swiftly determining that their realms were around the Gathering Essence Fifth and Sixth Stages.

Their techniques were similar, suggesting they were taught by the same master. Nonetheless, four against two was a clear advantage.

It seemed this conflict wasn’t just about the treasure, but also other grudges.

Under the same roof, conflicts were inevitable, even among relatives, let alone colleagues.

Outside there were laws and etiquette, but on Spirit Mountain, with the Forget Sorrow Stele around, there were no memories after descending, making it easy for fights to break out.

Especially with a treasure in sight.

"Based on my senses, that should be a low-grade Spiritual Treasure." Zhao Xing looked in a certain direction, where a large piece of rotting wood lay in the pine forest.

On top of the rotting wood grew a gray Lingzhi, with a purple edge. When Zhao Xing gazed at it, his heartbeat quickened slightly.

Evaluating the situation, Zhao Xing concluded: time to act!

"Go, quietly steal the Lingzhi."

Zhao Xing directed two Entwining Grassmen to sneak forwards.

The Vigorous Vajra was too conspicuous, even though Zhao Xing had specifically dressed it in a layer of grass, it wasn’t suitable for stealth.

The Entwining Grassmen were different, their upper limbs could extend up to twenty meters! This meant they didn’t have to get too close to secretly pick the Lingzhi.

The two Entwining Grassmen crept stealthily, hiding among the pine trees.

The green vine-made Entwining Grassmen blended well with the surroundings, making them hard to spot unless closely observed.

Besides, the two fighting groups were entirely focused on each other, unaware of anyone else approaching.

"Rustle—"

One Entwining Grassman crouched at the base of a pine tree twenty meters from the rotting wood.

The vine extended like a spiritual snake along the ground, quickly reaching the Lingzhi’s base.

After entangling it twice, it gently exerted force, and the basin-large Lingzhi was picked off smoothly.

The vine slowly retracted, returning to the Grassman’s body.

Just as they were about to succeed, the two fighting groups from the Lake City Martial Arts Bureau decided a victor.

Zhou Gang’s war knife had been knocked away, his arm bleeding profusely, the bone visible. His companion, Fang Jie, had his thigh slashed, rendering him immobile.

Qin Feng paused, looking down at them triumphantly.

"Qin Feng, if you have the guts, kill us!"

"Kill you? Hmph, I’m not stupid enough to make that mistake." Qin Feng sneered and tied them up. "Thanks to you two, I have found this Lingzhi... huh?"

Qin Feng’s expression suddenly changed. "Where’s my Lingzhi?!"

Where the rotting wood had been, the Lingzhi was gone!

"Someone is here!"

Qin Feng’s partner noticed something was wrong, scanned the area, and spotted the fleeing Grassman.

"Damn! Who dares to snatch food from under my nose!" Qin Feng was enraged, ignoring Fang Jie and Zhou Gang, the four of them immediately gave chase.

"Really disappointing. How did they lose so quickly? Aren’t they trained by the same master, unable to break each other’s moves? Couldn’t they hold out longer?" Zhao Xing had intended to avoid a fight and act as Old Six, but he had still been discovered.

The Entwining Grassmen couldn’t outrun the martial artists of Gathering Essence Fifth and Sixth Stages, so Zhao Xing decided to confront them directly.

"Gentlemen, reconsider before you decide to pursue."

A breeze carried his voice over.

"Shhh—"

Simultaneously, a dozen Grassmen appeared amidst the pine trees, blocking Qin Feng and the others’ path.

"What?" Qin Feng was startled, halting in his tracks.

But upon closer look, seeing they were merely Grassmen, his anger flared again.

Dammit, he thought they were surrounded by a group of people, only to find it was just a Minister of Agriculture’s Grassman Skill.

"Brothers, you go after them, I’ll deal with these Grassmen!"

Seeing they were only Grassmen, the other three didn’t hesitate, immediately chasing after the Grassman who took the Lingzhi, leaving Qin Feng to face the others alone.

"I advise against it." An unfamiliar voice carried on the wind.

Qin Feng pointed his war knife, scoffing: "Still pretending, huh? Pitiful Grassmen trying to scare me? You’re a fool if you think a minor Minister of Agriculture can steal from a martial artist’s grasp. Ridiculous."