Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Three days later, at the western border of the Waterwood Principality, outside the Howling Wind Canyon.

Early in the morning, over a hundred figures gathered outside the Blue Silver Log Cabin, silent and patient, waiting for something.

As the red sun in the eastern sky fully appeared, the door of the cabin, which had been locked from the inside, opened, revealing Zhang Mufeng's slightly sleepy face.

"Huh?"

At first glance, seeing so many people gathered outside, Zhang Mufeng's drowsiness was instantly scattered, his half-closed eyes widening instantly.

Instinctively, he closed the door slightly and re-locked it, then immediately turned and ran towards the resting room near the storage room. Before he even got close, he called out in a hushed voice:

"Brother Yi! Brother Yi—! Wake up! There are a lot of people outside—!!"

Inside the resting room, Ling Yi, who had already woken up and was cultivating Spiritual Power, opened his eyes, moved his body, but ultimately did not get up immediately. Instead, he called out loudly to the outside: "Feng, those people outside should be the ones Ye Luo and Le Qing brought, along with other friends who know we're leaving today.

You and Xing and Yin should tidy up the luggage again to make sure nothing is left behind, then help Ye Luo and Le Qing load everything into the wagons...

I'm currently cultivating, so it will take a while to finish—"

After saying this, he said no more, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

Outside, Zhang Mufeng, hearing Ling Yi's words, first let out a sigh of relief, then gave Qingqiu Xin and Long Yin, who had just woken up at the sound, a sheepish smile.

In return, he received two pairs of disdainful looks.

Leaving aside the three companions who quickly washed up and began to recheck the luggage that had already been packed the previous day.

Inside the resting room, Ling Yi opened his eyes with some烦恼 (annoyance), lowered his head slightly with a hint of melancholy, a faint sense of sorrow rising in his heart.

To be honest, ever since three or four years ago, this inexplicable sorrow would appear every morning, each time lasting for quite a while.

As Ling Yi's physical condition improved, this feeling became increasingly intense.

There was no way around it. Since childhood, he had been strengthening his body through crawling and rolling around. As he grew older, he followed Ah Huang and Miao Miao, gradually creating and perfecting the dog and cat forms in the Basic Body Strengthening Exercise.

The Three Techniques of the Farmer, created through the villagers' farming, harvesting, and chopping wood, were all methods to strengthen the body and activate and enhance the body's vital energy.

By now, with the twelve forms of the Basic Body Strengthening Exercise, the Three Techniques of the Farmer, the nine techniques of the Beast Soul Xingyi Fist Framework, various cold weapon combat techniques, and all kinds of nourishing soups, soul evolution, Spiritual Power enhancement, and strength improvement...

These things, one by one, had made Ling Yi's body, at the age of fifteen, strong to a degree that was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

His vital energy was robust, his internal organs were full of essence, and he was at an age that was somewhat awkward. In short, Ling Yi was now ripe!

On the Continent of Douluo, people matured earlier than in Ling Yi's previous life due to the existence of soul powers. So, every night, Ling Yi alternated between cultivating Spiritual Power and deep sleep.

During Spiritual Power cultivation, his mind was focused, and during deep sleep, his 'true self' awakened, naturally adjusting his body's functions to a perfect balance, thus avoiding the awkward situation of having to wash his own clothes in the morning.

But this couldn't go on forever—

Ling Yi looked down at his heir with some distress, wanting to scold him, but then thought that the other party was also innocent. He had already made the other party suffer for so many years, and he suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

Ignoring the stubborn will, Ling Yi calmed his mind and focused more on the circulation of Spiritual Power within his body, allowing the other party to protest as much as it wanted.

Let it be. When it gets tired, it will rest on its own.

With this thought, Ling Yi directed the Spiritual Power to flow quickly and steadily through his meridians, like a river that never stopped, washing and expanding the riverbed, the life-infused river water gradually seeping into the soil on both banks...

After about a quarter of an hour, Ling Yi felt the will give up, and he opened his eyes, got up, put on his clothes, and went through the small door to the bathroom at the back of the cabin to wash up.

When Ling Yi finished washing up and came to the main room of the Blue Silver Log Cabin, the large space was empty except for a few wooden racks and bed frames, and the Blue Silver Grass on the walls.

If a meticulous soul master were to notice, they would see that the Blue Silver Grass on the walls was now the same size as the Blue Silver Grass growing outside the cabin, no longer as large as before.

Clearly, the special Blue Silver Grass cultivated with Sandalwood shavings as fertilizer in the Blue Silver Log Cabin had been packed and loaded onto the wagons, ready to be taken away by Ling Yi.

Stepping out of the cabin, as soon as he came out, Ling Yi saw Long Yin holding a knife in his left hand and an axe on his right shoulder, carrying his two Thousand-Forged Weapons to a wagon.

At that moment, Zhang Mufeng had just jumped down from the back of the wagon, presumably having put away what he was carrying.

"Mr. Ling~"

From a distance, someone in the crowd saw Ling Yi and called out.

This call woke up the others who had been silently watching Zhang Mufeng and Long Yin, as well as Qingqiu Xin and Le Qing, loading the luggage.

For a moment, the words 'Mr. Ling' echoed one after another, continuously.

Ling Yi smiled warmly, greeted the onlookers, and looked around, smiling at everyone.

Finally, Ling Yi's gaze fell on the center of the crowd, where three men and one woman stood, the others naturally making space for them.

Kang Zhan, soul power 'Mountain-Piercing Armor,' a 44th-level Powerful Attack Soul Master, the fifth strongest in the Howling Wind Market.

Yu Liang, soul power 'Gray Rock Snake,' a 42nd-level Agile Attack Lineage Soul Master, the seventh strongest in the Howling Wind Market.

Chen Yuanzhi, soul power 'Double-Pronged Steel Fork,' a 41st-level Powerful Attack Soul Master, the tenth strongest in the Howling Wind Market.

Shu Xin, soul power 'Lavender Mist Vine,' a 48th-level Control Soul Master, the second strongest in the Howling Wind Market.

These four people, apart from Kang Zhan's younger brother Kang Zhao, who had been critically injured a few days ago and was saved by Ling Yi, the other three had either been injured and treated by Ling Yi or had relatives or teammates treated by him. Naturally, they felt grateful and close to Ling Yi, their healer.

Ling Yi, in turn, responded warmly to these friendly soul masters.

"Mr. Kang, Brother Yu, Brother Chen, Sister Xin."

Ling Yi walked up and greeted each of them.

Hearing the distinct titles, Kang Zhan raised an eyebrow and said, feigning dissatisfaction, "Mr. Ling, aren't our titles a bit too formal?"

"Boss Kang~" A middle-aged man with narrow eyes, hoarsely joked, "You say Brother Ling's title is too formal, but aren't you also calling him Brother Ling?"

"Exactly!" Another robust middle-aged man laughed and added, "Old Yu is right. You, Boss Kang, keep your distance because of your strength, and you still expect Brother Ling to call you brother?"

Beside them, the beautiful and strongest woman, Shu Xin, just smiled sweetly without saying a word.

(End of Chapter)