Time passed by, and in the jungle covered by tall trees, there was a piece of flat, dark land smoothed by magic.
A middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe with a somewhat plump figure was holding a giant sword in his hand, kneeling on the ground, pressing his ears to the black nutritious earth, listening to something.
After listening for a while, the middle-aged man in yellow robe raised his head again, picked up the giant sword in his hand with excitement, and began to dig hard into the black hard land with excitement.
A beautiful middle-aged woman on the side raised her slender neck from time to time and looked around.
Her eyes were full of vigilance, and there was a hint of unnoticeable worry in her brows.
These two people were Chen Huayu and Chen Huatian who started to visit the piranha's lair after killing the third-level piranha.
This piranha seems to occupy a very small territory, but if you really explore it, you will find that the area connected by its root system definitely exceeds dozens of miles.
Chen Huayu and Chen Huatian had only planned to leave immediately after briefly exploring.
After all, in the Yunduan Mountains, danger will come at any time. They are not those lone ranger foundation-building monks who can go on adventures without any worries.
Behind them, there is a large Chen family waiting for them to protect. Once they die, it will really be a serious injury to the huge Chen family, and even their vitality will be seriously damaged.
Besides, the main purpose of the two of them coming here is to obtain the Star Soul Fruit, and they are not here to look for other opportunities. It would not be good to delay the official business.
Unfortunately, after Chen Huatian started exploring, he actually said that he had a hunch that there was something particularly useful to him.
Ever since a cultivator enters the realm of spiritual cultivation, these mysterious feelings and whims all have their origins.
It's just that monks in the Qi training period are not very advanced and generally won't feel anything.
Even if you have that little feeling, it may just be unfounded delusions and distracting thoughts.
Of course, we do not rule out those monks with extraordinary talents and extraordinary understanding, who have a deep connection with this path of cultivation.
However, it can be said that there are very few monks at this stage of Qi training. At least the two of them, who are more than 400 years old together, have never heard of anyone having such an opportunity.
If we have to talk about someone special and lucky, the only one from the Chen family who can be counted on is Chen Zhiyu, who had an unexpected encounter when he went out when he was nine years old.
And when they reach the stage of foundation building, although their understanding of the practice of cultivation is not as good as that of high-level monks such as Zifu and Jindan, it is still far stronger than the monks in the Qi training stage.
It’s not too strange to have a whim or special feeling once or twice.
Because most foundation-building monks will do this once or twice in their lives.
However, sometimes these mysterious opportunities and insights are accurate, and sometimes they are quite inaccurate, and can even be said to be bad.
Some opportunities are women, some opportunities are children, and some are the insights gained from cultivation.
In short, these feelings and opportunities are strange, and they may not necessarily help monks improve their cultivation.
However, whenever there is such an opportunity, the monk himself will not give up easily.
Because when you step into the path of cultivation, you are fighting for your life against the sky, fighting against the earth, racing against people, and freeing yourself from playthings.
The lifespan of a qi cultivator of 120 years is only a few dozen years longer than that of ordinary mortals. It is only on par with those longevity stars blessed with good luck and good fortune.
Foundation-building monks can already live for more than three hundred years, which is one or two hundred years longer than the longest-lived mortal. How can it not be enviable?
Not to mention the 600-year-old longevity of the Zi Mansion, the 1,200-year-old reincarnation of the Golden Pill, and the superiority of the Yuanying God, the glory of the king who coexists with the great families and the great sects of cultivation.
So when faced with this situation, let alone Chen Huatian's unwillingness to give up, even if he was willing, Chen Huayu, the elder sister of the clan, would not agree.
Anyway, I have been searching for this Star Soul Fruit for almost half a year and still haven't found it. There is no bad news coming from the clan. Fortunately, it won't be too late.
Since it is something related to Chenhuatian, there is no problem in staying there for a longer time.
It's just that several hours have passed, and Chen Huatian still hasn't found the thing that is destined for him, which makes Chen Huayu a little anxious.
Looking at the originally flat place, it has now become so uneven, with traces of digging by Chen Huatian everywhere.
Chen Huayu secretly thought in his heart: He didn't expect that his eighth brother, who usually wears serious clothes, also looks like this.
It seems that this thing is very important to the eighth brother, so let’s wait a little longer!
Ruining someone's opportunity is like killing your mother and seizing your wife. Even if you are a member of the same clan, Chen Huayu would not dare to ruin Chen Huatian's opportunity at will.
After all, opportunities are rare, and who knows when they will appear next time.
"No, how could it not be?"
"I obviously feel like I'm here!"
A man's muttering voice reached Chen Huayu's ears from the side.
When Chen Huayu heard this, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He just looked around with a more wary expression.
"By the way, there's also that boy Zhiyu's civet-eyed cat."
Chen Huatian was so excited that he didn't even care about his hands that were covered with dirt. He just slapped his forehead and got an idea.
With a flash of inspiration in his hand, Chen Huatian took down the spirit beast bag from his waist and poured some mana into it. Then he saw him carefully opening the mouth of the bag and saying:
"Baby, this time it's up to you!"
As he spoke, there was an expectant expression on his face.
After a moment, a small head popped out of the spirit beast bag, and then two small, exquisite and elegant calves were exposed.
"Meow meow meow"
Then several cat meows were heard, and Chen Huayu looked sideways and cursed in his heart: This eighth brother is really a fool!
The double-eyed civet cat seemed a little afraid of the man and woman in front of him. After hesitatingly revealing its head and taking two steps forward, it refused to move any further.
Chen Huatian was so angry that he was so angry that he looked so annoyed that the civet cat's legs and head that had just stepped out were even more scared to hide inside.
"Meow meow meow"
A cat meow came out more urgently than the last, but the civet-eyed cat was unwilling to come out.
"Come out!"
Chen Huatian didn't care whether the civet cat with two pupils wanted it or not, he directly stretched out a pair of big hands and pulled it into the spirit animal bag. The civet cat with two pupils was grabbed by the neck and appeared pitifully in Chen Huatian's hands.
"You work hard for me. If you don't do it well and I can't find anything, I'll peel off your cat skin and stew your cat meat into soup."
"Did you hear that?"
Chen Huatian said loudly into the civet cat's ears with a fierce look.
"Meow meow"
The double-eyed civet cat looked over its head, twitching its head and ears as if it didn't hear.
"Did you hear that?"
Chen Huatian directly raised the ears of the double-eyed civet cat and continued to say viciously:
"Don't think that your master can protect you. I am his elder and his great-uncle. If he wants to eat you, he can't stop you."
When the double-eyed civet cat heard this, it trembled, and then it meowed twice.
Seeing that the two-eyed civet cat was quite obedient, Chen Huatian let go of the civet cat, and then hit him with a stick and gave him a sweet date, as a trick to lure him with delicious food.
"Good boy, if you help me find that thing, I promise to let you go further within ten years and provide you with ten years of blood food. You know what to do, right?"
Chen Huatian said to the civet cat with a smile.
"Meow meow"
As soon as he heard this, the two-eyed civet cat immediately cheered up, his ears pricked up, he kicked up his legs and started working.
This civet-eyed cat is not stupid. It was promoted to the first level of high-grade in this year, but it was thanks to the feeding of Chen Huatian and Chen Huayu.
Although Chen Huatian was a bit fierce, his treatment was nothing to say. When he thought of ten years of blood food, the double-eyed civet cat started to work hard.
About half an hour passed. I walked around, lowered my head and raised my head, sniffing here and there. After being disappointed countless times, I called out again.
Chen Huatian, still full of hope, quickly ran towards the place where the civet cat was.
As for Chen Huayu on the side, he shook his head, obviously not holding much hope.
In this half hour, the civet cat has barked dozens of times, but from the initial high hopes to the current disappointment, it is obvious that the civet cat's treasure hunting ability is not very good.
In fact, it’s not that the raccoon cat’s treasure-hunting ability is poor, the main reason is that its grade is not high. It’s strange that it can smell something that is useful to the foundation master at once!