The next day, Lu Xuan rose early, feeling refreshed and clear-headed. After groping away a Ghost Face Stone Mushroom in the middle of the night, he began slacking off in broad daylight again.
Although he already had a way to distinguish normal Dragon Beard Grass, and also knew that under the alternating stimulation of ice-type and fire-type techniques, the tendrils within Dragon Beard Grass that were in the midst of mutation would show relatively obvious changes, these things were not easy to reveal. On top of that, Lu Xuan himself did not want to stand out, so he mingled with the crowd, walking back and forth on the surface, busy and bustling, looking like he was working diligently, while in truth he was searching everywhere for Ghost Face Stone Mushrooms.
In the end, including the one he had taken last night, he found a total of five Ghost Face Stone Mushrooms.
Such a huge unexpected joy made him even happier while he slacked off.
Amid a pile of Dragon Beard Grass, he crouched down, gripping a dark-red long whisker in his hand, his eyes fixed on it. From time to time, he checked various parts of the Dragon Beard Grass, but in reality, his thoughts had long since drifted off to who knew where.
Suddenly, from among the dense Dragon Beard Grass that looked like tentacles, a dark-red long whisker shot out at high speed, attacking Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan had been prepared for this. A First Grade Sword Qi Talisman appeared in his palm.
Spiritual Power triggered it swiftly. The patterns on the talisman changed in an instant, and a sharp, biting streak of sword qi shot out, slicing the attacking Mutated Dragon Beard Grass into two.
"The attack strength of this Mutated Dragon Beard Grass is about the