With the bamboo basket strapped to his back and his saber in hand, Chu Mu set off once more.
He wandered through the mountains, stopping now and then—sometimes to gather herbs, sometimes to sense the changes in his Qi-Blood.
As the basket on his back slowly filled, the doubt on Chu Mu's face deepened.
As he traversed the mountains and sensed his Qi-Blood again and again, it became more active inside his body almost without exception.
Goose-Shaped Mountain was vast, lush and verdant, with dense forests stretching into the depths. Without a specific target, how could he possibly uncover the reason behind the changes in his Qi-Blood? So... is it the mountain as a whole?
It was nearly dusk. Chu Mu had already descended to the mountainside. Gazing at the brilliant scarlet blaze across the heavens, he furrowed his brow and murmured softly.
After pondering for a long while without the slightest clue, he found no answer. Following the mountain path he had carved out on his way up, Chu Mu hurried downhill.
People often said that there were many ferocious beasts in the mountains, but perhaps it was simply a matter of luck—Chu Mu had yet to encounter one.
The journey remained calm and uneventful. By the time the sun sank behind the western mountains, Nanshan Town, bathed in the setting sun, had faintly appeared within Chu Mu's view.
It was already the season for spring ploughing. Outside the town, in the stretches of terraced fields carved out along the terrain, figures laboring in the fields could already be seen.
Many of the fields had even been planted with rice seedlings.
However, perhaps because Nanshan Town was so desolate, it was also obvious that quite a few fields had been abandoned, overgrown with weeds, with no one coming to