Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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The next day, early morning.

The hot summer season, even though the sky was still early, the air carried a bit of heat.

To the north of Mountain Sea Village, the Old Forest.

After having breakfast at home, Ling Yi and Zhang Lei, after bidding farewell to Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Dahé, each carried an Iron Aspen Slingshot, a bag of polished stones, plus sickles, flint, ropes, and dry rations. Accompanied by Ah Huang and Miaomiao, they stepped into this place that many adults in the village avoided.

As soon as they entered the forest, Ah Huang ran around joyfully, and the usually aloof Miaomiao leaped up a tall tree, perching on a high branch to overlook everything below.

Thanks to the dense tree canopy overhead, which shielded the increasingly intense sunlight, the temperature inside the Old Forest was at least three to five degrees cooler than outside, making Ling Yi and Zhang Lei, who had just run to meet, feel much more refreshed.

A gust of wind blew through the forest, bringing greetings from the northern regions of the Douluo Continent.

According to what Ling Yi had learned from various sources, the forest, which extended over twenty miles, seemed to connect to the 'Icebound Forest' in the northern part of the Tian Dou Empire.

As for the 'Far North' beyond that, it was unknown, clearly exceeding the knowledge of the people Ling Yi could currently interact with.

Stepping into the forest, Ling Yi held a sickle in one hand and caught a wooden stick pushed down by Miaomiao from a tree branch with the other. His expression was serious, outwardly relaxed but inwardly alert.

Even though this was just the outer edge of the Old Forest, only seven or eight meters from the sunlit area behind them.

In a complex environment, being cautious was always the right choice.

The first unlucky guy in the 'Stellar Transformation,' Emperor Niyang Xian, a mighty Eighth Rank Mystic Immortal with a formidable reputation in the Immortal Realm, had obtained a great opportunity from the Divine Realm, but ended up dying from the venom of a divine insect he stepped on.

What a f***ing disaster!

This was both a matter of luck and a lack of caution. As a穿越者 (穿越者 means "time traveler" or "穿越者" in this context, but it's better to use "穿越者" as "穿越者" to maintain the original nuance), Ling Yi often took this as a lesson.

One could say that the 'unlucky ghost' Emperor Niyang Xian and the 'Survival Saint' Li Changshou were both beacons on Ling Yi's path of cultivation.

However, one was a negative example, and the other was a positive one.

Holding a black wooden stick about a meter and a half long and as thick as a thumb, Ling Yi occasionally used it to clear away dead branches and leaves on the path, cutting through entangled vines and wild grass.

This scene made Zhang Lei, who was a few steps behind, feel a bit envious.

Although he also had a wooden stick that Miaomiao had pushed down from another tall tree.

This one was a bit thicker than Ling Yi's, about the thickness of a small egg, nearly a meter and a half long, but it was a dull yellow color, not as good-looking as Ling Yi's black stick with a slight metallic sheen.

"Ah Yi~"

Zhang Lei moved past Ling Yi, tapping the ground with his wooden stick, glancing at Ling Yi's stick and said, "Let's go to the 'Iron Birch Tree' today, I also want to break off a branch..."

Looking down at his own dull yellow stick, he noticed two insect holes and a thin crack that had appeared at some point, his eyes showing a hint of disdain:

"Look~" Zhang Lei waved his stick at Ling Yi, "It's only been a few days on the tree, and the bugs have already made two holes—"

"Alright~" Ling Yi glanced at Zhang Lei's raised stick and nodded, "As long as there's a suitable one—"

With that, seeing Zhang Lei's delighted expression, he adjusted their direction and headed towards the 'Iron Birch Tree' in the Old Forest.

On the way, Ling Yi remained focused, constantly paying attention to the sounds and movements around him.

Thanks to years of developing his mental power, not only had his spiritual energy made great strides, but his five senses had also been greatly enhanced.

As long as he paid attention, everything within a few dozen meters was reflected in his mind.

However, the farther away it was, the more blurred it became, and the closer it was, the clearer it was.

For example, right now, Ling Yi could easily sense the trails of insects crawling in the grass a few meters away, hearing the "rustling" sound in his mind.

He could also hear the high-frequency flapping of mosquitoes and flies in the air and the sound of insects parasitizing inside tree trunks, sucking the tree's sap...

These images, Ling Yi could visualize in his mind without needing to see them with his eyes.

This was the result of Ling Yi's years of effort, inspired by the brainstorms from the novel 'Star River Emperor,' using the resources of this world and his own talent to mimic and create a mental cultivation method—the second stage of deep sleep!

Unfortunately, as described in the novel, deep sleep required absolute stillness and silence. Any slight movement would wake one up.

To reach the third stage of deep sleep while moving, Ling Yi had some ideas but had yet to find the way in.

...

After a short while, Ling Yi and Zhang Lei arrived at their destination.

This place was still in the outer area of the Old Forest, but it was a few miles deep. The trees were taller, and the sunlight filtering through the forest was much sparser.

A roughly thirty-meter-wide clearing suddenly appeared in the dense forest, with a small, black tree about twelve or thirteen meters tall in the center.

Compared to the surrounding trees, which were all over twenty meters tall, this black tree with a metallic sheen indeed seemed a bit small.

The 'Iron Birch Tree,' a type of soul power plant, had an unknown age. According to Grandpa Ling Changqing, when his father, Ling Yi's great-grandfather Ling Xu, was a child, this tree had already been growing here.

At that time, the tree was already about ten meters tall, and over the years, it had hardly grown more than a meter.

As for how the villagers of the remote and backward Mountain Sea Village knew the name 'Iron Birch Tree,' even they were not sure. It seemed that the older generation had already called it that, and no one could trace its origin, suggesting that it had been known for a very long time.

Not everyone had ignored this soul power plant. Compared to hunting soul beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest for soul rings, this 'Iron Birch Tree' growing in the ground was much safer.

However, unfortunately, Mountain Sea Village had not yet produced a Soul Master capable of turning the 'Iron Birch Tree' into a soul ring.

Another issue was that the 'Iron Birch Tree' was extremely hard!

Several adult laborers, armed with axes and sickles, could only leave a few marks on the tree trunk after chopping for half a day, with their tools' edges chipped and their arms sore.

Over the years, the villagers of Mountain Sea Village could only occasionally pick up some naturally fallen branches, using them according to their size, length, and shape. Even these fallen branches were as tough as ordinary iron and resistant to insect damage and wear.

Faced with such a tough 'Iron Birch Tree,' why did Ling Yi so casually agree to help Zhang Lei break off a branch?

Clearly, a life with a cheat was just that confident!

For example, the iron aspen stick in Ling Yi's hand was one he had taken from a branch about seven or eight meters high on the 'Iron Birch Tree' last year.

At that time, just like now.

Zhang Lei's luck was good. Today, he came specifically for this purpose, unlike before when he rushed in and out. After a bit of effort, he found a branch similar in size and length to the one he had.

Ling Yi kicked off from the tree roots, and in an instant, he climbed to the middle of the 'Iron Birch Tree' like a nimble monkey, reaching the branch he had targeted.

He took a step forward, crouched down, and straddled the branch, which was about fifteen centimeters in diameter, at the one-third mark.

He clamped the branch between his legs, grabbed it with one hand to steady himself, and held the sickle in the other. He placed the blade near the base of a branch in front of him and carefully began to cut.

Ling Yi focused his spiritual energy, sensing the texture of the branch's base.

At a certain moment, Ling Yi's eyes narrowed, and his sickle, which had been raised slightly, made a swift cut and drag...

"Sss—"

With a faint sound, a branch that seemed to be made of black iron broke off and fell to the ground.

'A pity~' Ling Yi straightened his body, pressed his hand on the tree trunk under him, and stood up, shaking his head silently: 'Although I can apply the principle of Pao Ding's Ox Butchering, moving through the gaps with ease, the preparation time for this move is too long. For now, I can only cut the material...'

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