Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

After collecting all the materials from the demon beast, Zhang Ling headed towards the iron-furred bear's den.

The reason he provoked this powerful demon beast was that he had seen a cultivator with seventh-level strength killed by this iron-furred bear not long ago.

The iron-furred bear had taken the man's body back to its den, and Zhang Ling naturally coveted the man's storage pouch, since demon beasts had not developed their intelligence and the storage pouch was likely undamaged.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Ling arrived in front of a thick, ancient tree. Below the tree was a wide tree hole, which was the iron-furred bear's den.

Releasing the Earth Element Shield, which transformed into a giant shield in front of him, Zhang Ling carefully entered the cave.

The cave was a bit dark, with a foul, fishy odor. Fortunately, there were no other demon beasts inside.

Zhang Ling searched for a while and only saw a large number of bones, mostly from demon beasts, with a few obviously human skeletons among them, but he didn't find a storage pouch.

Zhang Ling was not willing to give up, as he had personally seen the iron-furred bear carrying the man's body back here.

He then conducted a carpet search and, sure enough, found an earthen cave under a boulder in the cave, with many things placed inside.

Seven Star Grass, Yellow Bright Flower, White Fluff Grass, and dozens of spiritual fruits of different colors.

Seeing these spiritual herbs, Zhang Ling's face lit up with joy. These were all good spiritual medicines and fruits, and among them lay a cyan leather bag.

A storage pouch!

Grabbing the bag, Zhang Ling immediately released his divine sense to invade it and check its contents.

After a moment, he happily put the storage pouch in his arms.

The things in the earthen cave were probably food collected by the iron-furred bear. Now, they were cheap for him. Zhang Ling collected the spiritual herbs and fruits and left the cave.

In the blink of an eye, night fell, and roars of beasts echoed from the mountains and forests from time to time. The demon beasts active in the Falling Star Mountain Range also became more numerous.

In a hidden tree hole, Zhang Ling sat cross-legged, counting his gains for the day.

The spiritual herbs and fruits alone were worth more than three hundred spiritual stones. And the cyan storage pouch also contained some demon beast materials and spiritual herbs.

Added together, they could be exchanged for at least five hundred spiritual stones. For a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, five hundred spiritual stones was not a small sum.

An ordinary rogue cultivator could not accumulate so many spiritual stones in a few years.

After counting the value of the spiritual herbs, there were also twenty or thirty spiritual stones of various colors in the storage pouch. Besides these things, he also obtained three magic artifacts and a dozen or so spiritual talismans.

The spiritual talismans were just ordinary five elements basic talismans, which could only be regarded as consumables.

The three magic artifacts were a long sword, a withered yellow leaf magic artifact, and a flying disc full of sharp thorns.

Zhang Ling tested them. The long sword was also a high-grade magic artifact. The withered leaf artifact was a medium-grade magic artifact. It looked thin but was a defensive magic artifact.

After injecting spiritual power, the withered leaf would transform into three large yellow leaves, which could be used for defense. Although its defensive power was not as good as his Earth Element Shield, it was very flexible.

Zhang Ling refined the long sword and withered leaf magic artifact in the tree hole to use as his backup magic artifacts. As for the flying disc, it was not very powerful, and he no longer liked it.

For the next half month, Zhang Ling practiced in the Falling Star Mountain Range. Although he had some gains, he also encountered crises.

His luck was not good today. At this moment, he was hiding in a large tree, looking at the few flame hounds wandering not far away, his face a bit gloomy.

Flame hounds were first-order middle-grade demon beasts. They were not strong, but they were social demon beasts. Every time, they fought in groups of several or even dozens. Qi Refining cultivators could only admit their bad luck when they encountered them.

Earlier, after he killed a long-eared rabbit, he was targeted by this group of demon beasts. In an instant, several flame hounds appeared to fight for the prey.

Relying on their numbers, this group of demon beasts also launched an attack on him.

Flame hounds had a strong sense of smell and chased him all the way. If he hadn't been quick-witted and taken out a bottle of Three Leaf Flower powder and sprinkled it on himself to cover up his scent, he would have been in grave danger.

After the flame hounds left, Zhang Ling found a hidden place to recover his consumed spiritual power. He had to maintain his best condition here at all times, otherwise, the chance of death would be great.

Next, he walked more carefully in the Falling Star Mountain Range. With the constant hunting of demon beasts, his fighting experience became more and more sophisticated. Although his cultivation did not increase much, his strength was much higher than before.

In the blink of an eye, he had been in the Falling Star Mountain Range for a month and a half, and had killed dozens of demon beasts. The two storage pouches on his body were filled with demon beast materials and collected spiritual medicines.

Zhang Ling planned to return. He was already very satisfied with these gains. After all, his purpose had been achieved, and he had also obtained a cultivator's storage pouch, which could be said to be a great harvest.

Another reason that prompted him to return was that the spiritual talismans on his body were about to run out.

Although spiritual talismans were just a means for cultivators to consume their opponents, Zhang Ling found that without these basic means, he often had to spend more spiritual power to achieve the same purpose with a simple method.

Spiritual power was the foundation of a cultivator. Without spiritual power, he could not cast spells and magic artifacts. Therefore, in the process of fighting, the amount of spiritual power consumed played a great role in the outcome.

Three days later, Zhang Ling arrived at the outer edge of the Falling Star Mountain Range. In another two days, he would be able to return to Falling Star City.

But now he encountered the interception of other cultivators.

A dozen feet away, three cultivators were fighting. Saying it was a fight, it was actually two cultivators besieging a gray-robed old man.

And in front of him, there was a black-robed, bearded man blocking his way. Zhang Ling's face was gloomy. This was an unexpected disaster.

Originally, he was resting not far away. Suddenly, he heard the sound of fighting. Before he could hide, he discovered these people were fighting. When he wanted to leave, one of the people blocked his way.

"We have no grievances, friend. Why not let me leave."

"Heh, kid, you can only blame your bad luck." The bearded cultivator grinned hideously, looked him up and down, and with a flick of a fire-light flying knife in his hand, it shot towards him.

Zhang Ling's face sank, and a black flying sword flew out of his hand, blocking the red-light knife.

In an instant, the flying sword and the small knife collided in the air for several rounds. This person had a tenth-level Qi Refining cultivation and was not easy to deal with.

The bearded man flipped his hand, and another cyan stone flew out.

Zhang Ling naturally would not only release one magic artifact. A withered yellow leaf magic artifact in front of him suddenly enlarged, dividing into three huge leaves, rotating around his body.

With protection, Zhang Ling no longer held back. The yellow gourd flew out, about to control the cold star sand inside to fight the enemy. But he saw that his flying sword magic artifact was actually trapped.

The flying sword was entangled by strands of cyan silk, which was the attack of the cyan stone. This seemed to be an enemy-trapping magic artifact.

Seeing this scene, the bearded man laughed wildly twice. He controlled the flame small knife to slash with a strong wind.

Zhang Ling's feet flashed with cyan light, and his figure quickly moved. At the same time, his divine sense moved, sensing the flying sword. To his disappointment, the flying sword was entangled by a large amount of cyan silk and had lost control.