That's Actually Quite Powerful

The reason Fire Elemental Essence is considered a good thing is that Lan Qingyou already has a plan in mind.

During the seven days of Mana Turbulence, Lan Qingyou basically didn't leave her home.

From that time on, she had been calculating how to open up a Herb Garden inside her Level 3 Shelter to cultivate herbs that were relatively precious or difficult to obtain.

For example, something like a Flame Bell.

In this way, even if Li Huai were to kick the bucket one day, she wouldn't be cut off from her herbal supplies.

What do you call this? This is called de-dependency.

One cannot pin their resource channels on a single person.

Even though she only has one Fire Elemental Essence right now, which might not be enough for large-scale planting, it should at least be enough to raise eight or ten plants without any issues.

So, after placing the Fire Elemental Essence into the storage room, Lan Qingyou filtered the two pots of +30 Mana Potion she had brewed today, poured them into a Wooden Barrel to nourish her Medicine Bag and Dagger, and then returned to the second-floor bedroom wearing her Steel Wool.

She picked up Mineralogy to continue reading, while beside it lay a copy of Basic Herbalism.

After obtaining this book yesterday, Lan Qingyou compared it with her own copy of herbalism.

The content was exactly the same, even the font was identical.

This couldn't help but make Lan Qingyou suspect whether these books were uniformly printed by some Blue Star printing factory; otherwise, how could they be so neat and even carry the scent of ink?

In fact, this was not the first time Lan Qingyou had suspected this.

Given that there had been negotiations between the world will of Karim and the Blue Star World Will, it meant that communication had existed.

Such a thing was not impossible.

Over the next few days, Lan Qingyou continued to live a disciplined life.

Every day she brewed five pots of medicine, then went outside to set off a round of explosions to keep her hand in, so that she could act immediately if any accidents occurred.

This day.

Lan Qingyou, with her Medicine Bag slung over her shoulder, set off to return to the shelter after finishing a day of "bombing."

As she was about to reach the shelter, she saw three sneaky guys pointing and gesturing under the large tree where her shelter was located.

Could it be that they are here to rob the place?

Isn't it said that a shelter cannot be entered without the owner's permission?

Carrying her curiosity, Lan Qingyou slowly descended onto a branch directly above the three men.

"Are you sure there's really a shelter here?"

"Dao Ge, it's true. I saw someone fly up there with my own eyes yesterday. Look at that side, there's such a large wooden balcony. I bet it's definitely a Level 3 Shelter."

"Idiot! You just said they flew up there, so how are we supposed to get up?"

"We climb up the vines. I've checked, and according to my calculations, those vines can reach that broken branch section. Then we can use a Grappling Hook to hook onto the balcony railing and climb up."

"Very good. Shouzi, pay attention. As soon as that woman returns, attack immediately. Take her out, and this shelter will be ours."

"Understood."

Sitting on the branch, Lan Qingyou listened to the conversation between the three men below and generally understood what this group was up to.

Although others cannot enter a shelter without the owner's invitation once it has been activated.

But if you kill the person in the shelter, you can claim the shelter as your own.

This even includes the supplies inside the Magic Desk.

Many people had been talking about this in the channel these days, and a few had even almost fallen for it.

This had led some people to choose to group up, two or three at a time, concentrating their resources in one shelter to protect themselves as much as possible.

While Level 3 Shelters like Lan Qingyou's were rare, they weren't non-existent, and naturally, they would attract the covetous eyes of some.

Of course.

Most people still lived their own lives alone.

Lan Qingyou poked her head out to look; these three guys were quite well-prepared. The tall, thin one was even holding a wooden crossbow.

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It looked like it was prepared specifically to deal with someone like her who could "fly."

However, when Lan Qingyou looked closely, she suddenly felt that these people looked familiar.

What a coincidence.

Two of the three were people Lan Qingyou recognized.

Aren't these the two thieves who broke into the room where she was waiting to die that day?

She still remembered the scar-faced man spitting at her in disgust.

Truly, there is a path to heaven you did not take, but you chose to knock on the door of Hell.

Thinking of this, Lan Qingyou took out an Explosive Potion.

It was time to engage in some real combat and accumulate some battle experience.

Lan Qingyou reached out her hand, then released her index finger and thumb from the test tube she was holding.

"Ah..."

"My leg! My leg is broken!"

"Wh... what is happening..."

Following an explosion, a series of heart-wrenching screams rang out.

It was quite powerful, wasn't it?

Hearing these cries, Lan Qingyou poked her head out to take a look and muttered to herself.

One Explosive Potion had resulted in two serious injuries and one minor injury; what more could she ask for?

Thinking about it, that made sense.

Most people nowadays had at most 10 points of Constitution, which translated to around 100 Health points. One hit instantly depleted 30 Health points, plus a lingering effect of 10 Health points, which was equivalent to taking half their life.

Compared to the Sludge Monster of the Legendary Blast-Resistant King, they really weren't very resistant.

It wasn't that the Sludge Monster had high Health, but rather that its regenerative ability was strong; even if half its body was blown off, it would recover in two seconds.

That was probably the advantage of having a home-field bonus; after all, there was no shortage of sludge in the swamp.

So, Lan Qingyou followed up with a Flame Potion.

She wasn't foolish enough to think that just because the enemy was severely injured, she had the advantage and should rush out with a Dagger to engage in melee combat.

Keeping them at bay like this was quite nice.

The wailing below continued, and Lan Qingyou sat leisurely on the tree branch, waiting.

The updraft caused by the burning Flame Potion licked at the branch beneath Lan Qingyou, the heat wave making her feel a touch of scorching warmth.

It wasn't until the wailing faded from loud to soft, eventually dying down completely, and the scorching heat dissipated, that she poked her head out to look down again.

What met her eyes were three charred corpses.

Looking at these three corpses, Lan Qingyou felt neither joy nor sorrow.

She had seen corpses before; the first time had been like Hell, but she had seen them...

The second time was during those few days she was thrown into the slums.

During those days, she would basically have nightmares every time she closed her eyes, dreaming of her own corpse slowly rotting on a dirty bed in a dim room.

Lan Qingyou looked at the crossbow that the tall, thin man had been holding earlier, which had been sent flying by the explosion, and floated over to pick it up.

Corpses would show signs of decay in two or three days at room temperature; for them, the best outcome would probably be to be devoured by those monsters tonight.

Thinking this, Lan Qingyou didn't even glance at those filthy things and flew toward the Shelter.

Although she had spent the whole day making potions, she couldn't rest yet.

Today, she had to try crafting the bullets that Shang Chuan had ordered.