Good Scenery had been to the Phone Plane and knew that once Feng Jun went there, time did not pass here.
Her eyes rolled. "Weren't you going to fight? Why are you fishing for Spirit Beasts instead?"
"Ah, don't even mention it." Fishing for Spirit Beasts over there was not without its difficulties. The mirage mist could not completely block Spirit Beast ambushes. Just now, several rounds of flying spikes from Spirit Porcupines had come at him. They had probably memorized the Cloud Pillar's location long ago, and their aim was quite accurate.
Caught off guard, Feng Jun had nearly suffered badly. Luckily, his instincts for danger were sharp enough that he hurriedly fled the Cloud Pillar and activated his Fire Yang Armor, though he lost a piece of Spirit Beast meat because of it.
Since it was a battlefield, anything could happen. How could he keep fishing for Spirit Beasts so leisurely?
Of course, he had not originally intended to tell Good Scenery any of this. But after all that trouble, he had lost more spiritual energy, and his nerves had been stretched taut. It was normal for him to relax a little now.
After resting for a while and smoking two more cigarettes, he entered the Phone Plane again.
Then, under Good Scenery's watchful gaze, he continuously brought back Spirit Beasts—Spirit Porcupines, Vipers, and even leopards. However, he only kept the Vipers for Good Scenery because, supposedly, Spirit Porcupine and leopard meat did not taste good.
Of course, no matter how bad it tasted, it was still Spirit Beast meat. Those struggling cultivators would not be picky about such things. Feng Jun now had the luxury of choosing, so he planned to sell that meat.
Finally, Feng Jun returned empty-handed once, looking utterly worn out.
This time, he