Blue Silver Grass Strategy

After watching the backs of Ling Yi and the other three, Zhang Xiaoyu and Ling He did not ask any questions. Instead, they turned around and told the maids around them to prepare food and water so that Ling Shan and the other three could get energy in time after finishing their training.

After entering the large warehouse and closing the wooden door wrapped with thick iron sheets, the noise outside was suppressed to the minimum. However, Ling Yi's five senses were extremely sharp, and he could still sense the movements and breathing rhythms of Ling Shan and the other two. He could also hear the whispered instructions of his mother Zhang Xiaoyu and aunt Ling He.

The quiet warehouse is extremely spacious, with rows of tall shelves arranged in an orderly manner.

Whether it was Zhang Mufeng and the other two who came in for the first time, or Zhang Lei who watched this place being built and arranged, they all felt that the arrangement and layout of these shelves had a mysterious feeling.

It was fine standing at the door, but when I followed Ling Yi, passed a circle of log-colored wooden shelves, which was the place where Ling Yi had taken people to get the wooden boxes with "Blue Silver Grass" planted on them, and walked into several rows of dark green wooden shelves, I felt as if I was walking into a maze.

Long Yin shook his head and came back to his senses first. He turned around and looked around. The trance he had felt before disappeared completely, as if it was just an illusion caused by the changes in light inside and outside the warehouse.

"easy……"

Long Yin looked at Ling Yi who was a few meters away from him. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw Ling Yi put his right index finger to his lips and silently signaled to him: "Shhh..."

Swallowing the words that were about to come out and the doubts in his heart, Long Yin nodded silently and looked at Qingqiu Xin and Zhang Mufeng who were still in a trance beside him.

As for Zhang Lei, he was standing next to Ling Yi at this time and cast a regretful look at Long Yin.

It was only a few breaths later, the next moment after Long Yin received the signal, Qingqiu Xin woke up first. He shook his head like Long Yin did, and when he was about to speak, he was stopped by Long Yin who was quick-handed and quick-eyed.

Then, after another ten seconds, Zhang Mufeng suddenly woke up with a start, as if he had shivered.

"Yi...Brother Yi——" Zhang Mufeng met the four pairs of eyes looking at him with some confusion, and finally met Ling Yi's eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Chapter 107: Sword Tomb and Soldiers' Tomb

"It's okay. It's the same for everyone who comes here for the first time. It won't happen again next time—"

After Ling Yi said this lightly, he didn't say anything else and turned around to continue walking inside.

Zhang Lei stepped forward, raised his hand in a familiar manner, patted Zhang Mufeng on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Very impressive, it was only a breath shorter than mine--"

As he spoke, Zhang Lei made a gesture with his hand that made the Koreans furious.

Then he waved his hands at Long Yin and Qing Qiu Xin who were also at a loss, and said, "Let's go, don't waste time—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and quickly caught up with Ling Yi.

Behind them, Zhang Mufeng, Qingqiu Xin and Long Yin looked at each other, but because of their trust in Ling Yi, they didn't think any more and started chasing after Ling Yi and Zhang Lei.

As they walked, the three of them subconsciously observed the shelves around them, while also looking around at other shelves in the distance.

Faintly, the three discovered that the rows of wooden shelves around them were black-green, while the shelves on the left and right sides of these rows of wooden shelves were still wooden shelves on one side, but the color was different, brown; the other side was silver-gray. The three people who had learned forging knew that it should be made of some kind of metal alloy.

Soon, the three caught up with Ling Yi and Zhang Lei, and walked out from several rows of wooden shelves together, and came to a flat and spacious stone platform.

What surprised Zhang Mufeng and the other two was that the circular stone platform in front of them, which was about forty to fifty meters wide and about half a meter high, was actually made up of two different kinds of stones, half white and half black.

Looking at the black and white stone platform in front of me, and then turning around, I saw rows of shelves of different colors arranged in eight directions on all sides.

Zhang Lei, who had seen the layout drawings before, knew that if one looked down from the air, the stone platform in the center of the warehouse and the shelves in the eight directions around it formed a wonderful pattern.

The black and white stone platform in the middle looks like two black and white fat-headed and thin-tailed fish, connected head to tail, the white fish has black eyes, and the black fish has white eyes.

The shelves were arranged around the room according to the words and pictures on the blueprint Ling Yi gave him:

Qian (), Kun (), Zhen (), Xun (), Kan (), Li (), Gen (), and Dui ().

Although Zhang Lei couldn't understand it, he had a feeling of awe in his heart, and he still couldn't figure out what it meant.

In particular, when these shelves, whether made of wood, metal or stone, were finally adjusted and placed by Ling Yi, Zhang Lei entered them again and was in a trance for nearly twenty breaths.

After such a long time, if it was during a battle, even a Titled Douluo would have been stabbed to death.

After waking up from the trance, Zhang Lei also asked Ling Yi, his cousin who seemed to him to know almost everything, but Ling Yi only told him that this was a foundation, a foundation for whether he could rise again after reaching a certain level in the future.

Ling Yi didn't say anything more.

Since Ling Yi didn't say anything, Zhang Lei didn't ask any more questions. He just needed to know that Ling Yi would not harm him, and that was enough.

On the other hand, Ling Yi, who had looked confident since entering the warehouse, was actually a little speechless in his heart.

After evolving, the quality of the Baron-level "Blue Silver Grass" spirit has reached more than 1,200 years. It has communicated with the "Blue Silver Grass" all over the ground in the outside world, and has entered a state of harmony and unity with the outside world, similar to the unity of man and nature. Following the mysterious feeling, he copied the layout of the "Tai Chi Bagua Diagram" of his previous life, and after fine-tuning the placement of the wooden shelves, metal shelves, and stone shelves, the environment here began to undergo a strange change that he did not understand.

Therefore, he did not tell Zhang Lei why he was in a trance. It was not because he was pretending to be profound and acting as a riddle teller, but because he did not understand the principle either.

In addition, since the changes in this library within a library arranged according to the "Tai Chi Bagua Diagram" appeared, Ling Yi has brought Zhang Lei, Ling Xiaoshan, Ling Shan, Zhang Dahe and other blood relatives here. The length of each person's trance state varies, with the longest being eighteen seconds for Zhang Lei and the shortest being only two seconds for grandfather Ling Changqing.

In terms of physical fitness, Grandpa Ling Changqing has been working and practicing "Three Farmer's Styles" for many years, and has the physique of an adult, so he is stronger than the little girl Ling Si, but Ling Si was in a trance for eight seconds.

According to his cultivation qualifications, my cousin Zhang Xin is just an ordinary person without soul power, but he has a trance time of ten seconds.

If it comes down to willpower, Ling Shan, who is usually a bit lazy, was in a trance for three seconds longer than Zhang Xin, who insisted on learning forging for several years with the qualifications of an ordinary person.

This... makes Ling Yi feel a little bit upset.

What made Ling Yi even more upset was why everyone was in such a trance, but he, the one who arranged it, didn't feel anything at all?

Apart from the feeling that the space where this library was located was filled with some unique meaning, I didn't discover anything else.

Even that unique meaning can only be perceived when the mind is calm. Once you have the intention to actively perceive it, this unique meaning seems to be completely non-existent. It is even more elusive than those young ladies whose minds are as unpredictable as a needle in the sea!

Ling Yi, who was cursing in his heart, looked calm as he led the four people up to the platform. Looking around, all he saw were shelves that were mostly empty and the "Blue Silver Grass" covering the ground.

It is just an ordinary, most primitive form of "Blue Silver Grass" with taller and thicker stems and leaves.

Ling Yi turned around and looked at Zhang Mufeng and the other two who were looking around with surprised expressions, and said: "Ah Feng, Ah Xin, Ah Yin, the three of you will practice here from now on -

No one will disturb you here. Whether you are cultivating soul power, practicing "Beast Soul·Xingyi Boxing", or mastering your own soul skills, a quiet environment is the easiest way to improve your concentration and last longer..."

Zhang Mufeng and the other two nodded obediently upon hearing this, and responded in unison:

"Okay, Brother Yi~"*3

After saying this, they separated by a certain distance and began to practice.

Seeing the three friends sitting cross-legged or doing horse stance, they entered a state of concentrated cultivation in a very short time compared to usual. Ling Yi nodded slightly, stopped to watch for a while, and after making sure that the three of them were very focused, he turned around with Zhang Lei and continued to walk to the other side of the stone platform.

The large warehouse where they were located was located in the northwest corner of the entire Shanhaiyuan, which was the former Shanhai Village, between the old forest in the north of the village and the dirt road leading to Beikouhe Town in the west of the village.

This was originally a wasteland, which was once reclaimed by the residents of Shanhai Village. Unfortunately, the quality of the land was extremely poor and it was not possible to grow any crops. After being abandoned, the land quickly returned to its original state, covered with thorns and short shrubs.

Now, the thorns and bushes were once again uprooted and burned, and the ashes along with the rough soil were dug up and transported to other places in baskets.

Stones from the mountain between Beikouhe Town and Muzhi City were transported here and built into buildings.

At the northwest corner of the black and white stone platform, in front of three rows of golden metal racks that were shaped like a "", Zhang Lei bent down, reached out and grabbed a light blue metal ring on the ground. He used all his strength and exerted force suddenly, slowly pulling open a stone slab that was about a meter square and as thick as an adult's palm.

It can be seen that the turf formed by the "blue silver grass" on the stone slab is still full of vitality, and the grass leaves sway as the stone slab is lifted.

Ling Yi was the first to jump down the stone slab, which was lifted up, and into the hole revealed on the ground. Zhang Lei followed closely behind him, leaving only the stone slab with "blue silver grass" growing on the back. With a simple pressure device, he slowly pressed it down and finally covered the hole.

"laugh--!"

The sound of flint rubbing against each other was heard, and an orange flame lit up, suddenly appearing in the dark space.

The next second, under this weak light source, specks of light appeared one after another, directly illuminating an underground space about ten meters high and more than a hundred meters wide.

Zhang Lei walked down the stairs and looked at Ling Yi in front of him and the torch in his hand. Ling Yi, whose body was half light and half dark, became more mysterious in Zhang Lei's eyes.

Taking a few steps forward and standing side by side with Ling Yi, Zhang Lei's eyes had already adapted to the current dim environment.

In the huge space, apart from the "Blue Silver Grass" that appeared black due to the lighting problem, there were piles of metal garbage placed randomly.

Those specks of light are the light reflected from the parts of the metal wreckage that are still intact.

Broken knives, broken swords, cracked axes, broken spear tips, flattened hammer heads, and broken metal rods...

This place is like a grave of weapons.

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Chapter 108: Refining the Soul

Ling Yi walked among the piles of broken weapons and blades, stretched out his right hand, and his soul power surged with his thoughts. In the flash of azure light, the vine-like "Blue Silver Grass" martial soul appeared like a spirit snake.

Two circles of light appeared under his feet at the same time, one bright yellow and one dark yellow, circling around Ling Yi, moving up and down rhythmically.

Under the blue soul light and the yellow soul ring light, the entire underground space became brighter.

Seeing this, Zhang Lei, who was following Ling Yi, also stretched out his right hand. A gray light flashed, and it turned into a long brown-yellow pole. The "hoe" martial spirit with a dark and shiny hoe blade was held in his hand.

Similarly, a circle of bright yellow halo also appeared, circling around Zhang Lei's feet.

This soul ring came from the "Iron Birch Tree" in the old forest in the north of the former Shanhai Village. It is more than 330 years old!

At the end of January in the 2605th year of the Douluo calendar, nearly two years ago, Ling Yi returned to "Muzhi City" and was named a baron because he became a blacksmith.

When he returned home to reflect on himself, Zhang Lei, who was seventeen years old, had cultivated his soul power to the tenth level.

A thousand-forged battle axe, with a strength of more than 500 kilograms honed from practicing "Farmer's Three Styles" and "Basic Physical Fitness" for more than ten years, plus Ling Yi's "First Soul Skill·Vigorous" blessing, strengthening the five senses, and chopping down along the weak point pointed out by Ling Yi.

The three hundred and thirty year "Iron Birch" spirit ring was successfully obtained!

Soul Skill: As Strong as Diamond!

When the soul skill is activated, the material of the martial soul "hoe" becomes as hard as the heart of an "iron birch tree", and its weight increases tenfold. The soul master himself ignores the weight change.

This is a blessing-type soul skill. It has no attack or defense effect. From the general point of view of the current Douluo Continent, it is considered a useless soul skill.

This is also the reason why, except for a small number of weapon spirit masters, very few people include "Iron Birch" in the options of their spirit rings.

Of course, whether it was out of trust in Ling Yi or the fact that the "Iron Birch Tree" in the old forest was more than 300 years old, Zhang Lei did not hesitate at all and chose to follow Ling Yi's arrangement and cut down the "Iron Birch Tree" that recorded many childhood memories of both of them.

Zhang Mufeng, whose martial soul is "Mixed Iron Stick", also made a similar choice. For his second soul ring, he chose the 600-year-old "Iron Birch Tree" in the primary soul hunting forest "Frost Forest" in the north of [Shuimu Principality].

With the addition of soul rings, Zhang Lei's soul power soared to 38% of level 77. After nearly two years of training, now at the age of , his soul power has reached % of level . In terms of the speed of improvement, it is even faster than when he was still a soul warrior!

The scenes of felling the "Iron Birch Tree", absorbing soul rings, and testing the effects of soul skills flashed quickly in his mind. Zhang Lei followed Ling Yi step by step and walked to the center of this space.

A series of circular pits with a diameter of more than 150 feet came into the eyes of the two men. The layout of four vertical and five horizontal ones was eye-catching.

Most of the pits were empty, except for the three pits on the edge, which were filled with numerous weapon debris.

Zhang Lei knew that, unlike the broken weapons outside, those in these pits were said to have been collected from the battlefield sites of the [Tiandou Empire] and the [Xingluo Empire], and it cost a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources of the [Blacksmith Association·Shuimu Principality Branch].

After taking a look at the two pits on the left and right, Ling Yi didn't stop, but walked straight to the one in the middle and jumped down, and Zhang Lei jumped down right after him.

In the pit, which was 15 meters in diameter and about one meter deep, the scattered broken weapons and blades were placed randomly, leaving almost no place to stand.

But at this moment, Zhang Lei's gaze was not on the scrap metal that had killed countless enemy soldiers and was stained with countless blood. Instead, he stared at the figure standing in the center of the pit, his eyes bright and full of eagerness.

This is not the first time Zhang Lei has come here.

In other words, even when Ling Yi was not around, he would come here every day.

It was all because of the figure in this pit that stood tall and proud in his eyes.

It was a long-handled war weapon that was two and a half meters high and was stuck in the ground at the bottom of the pit!

A purple-black long pole with a black "丁"-shaped metal blade that fits perfectly on the pole. This is a war spear!

Without Ling Yi saying anything, Zhang Lei took a quick step forward and transferred the "hoe" martial spirit in his right hand to his left hand. His right hand, as if caressing his lover, gently pressed on the purple-black long shaft of the war spear.

Gray soul power surged, seeping into the battle spear from Zhang Lei's right hand like a thread, and gorgeous bright textures appeared on the purple-black long pole.

At the same time, the soul ring hovering under Zhang Lei's feet flickered with bright yellow light as if a signal was being connected.

Seeing this, Ling Yi nodded with satisfaction. Since he couldn't forge a weapon that could allow soul power to flow unimpeded, he would work hard on the materials!

This two-meter-long handle of the spear comes from the heart of the "Iron Birch Tree" that is Zhang Lei's first soul ring.

From the more than ten-meter-tall "Iron Birch Tree", Ling Yi only took the core of the lower five meters near the roots, and after careful carving, he made two spear shafts.

Using the alloy formula learned from Lou Gao, he created two spear heads that were no less hard than "Hanxin Iron Essence".

In terms of quality, the combined war spear can be said to be two of the strongest among Ling Yi's current works. When Mr. Jin and his two companions, who are the three great craftsmen of [Shuimu Principality], saw it, they could not help but sigh that they were inferior.

There are two spears, one in the pit on the left. It was the one Ling Yi used for experiments at the beginning. He spent some time researching a technique to nourish the weapon with soul power.

The "Weapon Spirit Forging Secret Art" that was initially created in the Cold Wind Camp a few years ago has been further improved.

In fact, the reason why Ling Yi created "Weapon Martial Soul·Forging Secret Art" was not to correspond with "Beast Martial Soul·Xingyi Boxing" or to satisfy his hobby of collecting panel data.

He has three main purposes.

The first is to study the formation principle of soul masters’ martial spirits.

Second, he hopes to find a way to create artificial weapon spirits through the connection between weapon spirits and spirit masters.