Han Mo's Cultivation Chronicle (6)
Han Mo arrived at the Purple Forest, remaining as cautious as ever, erasing his traces bit by bit. Even though he moved incredibly slowly, he was absolutely not greedy or reckless, carefully collecting what he needed.
"The materials needed to forge magical artifacts are mostly too varied, so I need to select them carefully." Han Mo knew that the True Compendium of Magical Artifacts listed many excellent magical artifacts, but with their abilities, it was difficult to collect too many. They could only select some that were not too difficult to make a good impression.
Han Mo the information around him, looking for materials he could collect to craft magical artifacts. His first choice was naturally the peach wood from his previous companion. However, he didn't know where peach wood was in the vicinity, and the other person's peach wood didn't seem to have been cut from nearby. Given the other person's intelligence, even if they still had peach wood, they would have kept it. If he wanted it, he would need to exchange it for certain resources.
Information about various magical artifacts flowed through Han Mo 'Han Mo mind, and finally a few things settled in his mind. Han Mo raised his head and looked at the other side of the Purple Forest: "Let's go there first. I just hope that other people's inherited items are different from mine."
Han Mo had witnessed the struggle between his colleague and the Zombie. With the aid of his spiritual eye technique, they were able to see the Zombie's movements, but even if they could see them, their bodies, despite their spiritual power, were still those of ordinary people, making it difficult for them to keep up with the zombie's actions.
"When spiritual energy is insufficient, I should definitely prioritize the Spiritual Eye Technique, so I need a magic artifact to speed up my progress!" Han Mo recalled the description of an inconspicuous straw sandal in the True Compendium of Magical Artifacts.
"Gale Grass Sandals: Woven from grass grown on mountaintops and constantly buffeted by strong winds, these sandals have a slight speed-boosting effect (the lower the level of the grass's twisting power infection, the better the effect)."
Among the other items, their abilities are described with quantifiers, such as "slight" or "powerful." The "slight acceleration" of the Swift Shoes indicates that the acceleration effect is indeed not very good.
However, after noticing the infection level requirement, Han Mo thought of his inherited item, that ordinary beverage cup. By absorbing the twisting power of the grass through the beverage cup and reducing the infection level, he might be able to create some excellent Gale Grass Sandals.
Concealing his tracks, Han Mo arrived at the foot of a mountain on the other side of the Purple Forest. This mountain was called Withered Mountain, which had little vegetation and produced almost nothing, so few people usually came here. There were also almost no twisted creatures, but there should be plenty of weeds on the top of the mountain.
Han Mo glanced at his purplish-red clothes. The clothes were perfect camouflage in the Purple Forest, but once he stepped onto the Withered Mountain with its sparse vegetation, they became somewhat conspicuous.
Seeing a small puddle, Han Mo tested the water and, finding nothing, scooped up some mud and smeared it on himself before slowly making his way up the mountain. His life motto was: be careful, be careful, and be careful again.
As Han Mo walked, his expression suddenly tightened. In an inconspicuous spot, he noticed a shallow footprint. Based on his observation, it had been there within the last day or two. Had someone been here?
Han Mo carefully searched the area and found traces of people who had been there. The traces were simply concealed, but they probably assumed no one would come to the Withered Mountain, so the concealment wasn't very thorough.
"Cannibals? Wanderers? Or Zombie?" Various thoughts raced through Han Mo's Han Mo. He quietly prepared to descend the mountain, abandoning the wind and grass on the mountain. A few magical artifacts and materials were nothing compared to his own life.
However, Han Mo then spotted a small black dot at the foot of the mountain. Going down the mountain now would almost certainly result in him being discovered. Although he had diligently practiced his concealment techniques, they were still not perfect due to insufficient spiritual power. If the other party was Zombie, then it was very likely that he would be discovered.
"If I were Zombie, I would choose the Withered Mountain as my base. Even if there are few Withered Mountain, I would not choose to place the base on the top of the mountain. After all, the top of the mountain is too conspicuous and will be directly exposed to the sunlight. So the most likely place would be somewhere on the mountainside. Now, the danger of running around at the foot of the mountain or on the mountainside is far greater than at the top of the mountain."
After a quick analysis, Han Mo continued to run towards the mountaintop with his body low to the ground. Although it wasn't noon, it was still daytime. He just hoped that if it really was Zombie, it wouldn't come out to roam.
Tightening the small bottle around his waist, Han Mo climbed to a relatively high position without any major incidents. He then stopped climbing, as he had said, continuing upwards would make him easily visible to people at the foot of the mountain. This position was just right. He used his still-developing concealment technique to blend into the environment and disappear into the surroundings.
He glanced up at the mountaintop, where he could vaguely see some weeds. If he could resolve the crisis that was about to occur, his gains might be quite good. Then he continued to lie still, studying the soil in front of him.
"Was it an illusion?" Liu Yi squinted, his body draped in a black robe. For a fleeting moment, he felt someone watching him, but it vanished quickly. He then stretched out his palm, and thousands of tiny black dots burst through his skin and shot out.
Rubbing his palms, which had just been repaired, Liu Yi lowered his black robe. As a second-generation Zombie, he held a very high position, and his status as a second-generation Zombie was not entirely due to luck.
Before the apocalypse, Liu Yi worked at a bee farm, so he knew very well how powerful these tiny bees could be. After becoming Zombie, he personally found a beehive that had been altered by a twisting force.
The bumblebees inside became incredibly ferocious due to the twisting power. Relying on the Zombie's immortality, Liu Yi transformed his right hand into a honeycomb and infected the bumblebees with his own blood, parasitizing the queen bee with his Bloodworm, thus achieving a symbiotic relationship with the bumblebees.
With this ruthlessness, Liu Yi became one of the leaders of this operation. The earth bees darted around to scout the surroundings; no matter what, the Withered Mountain settlement could not be exposed.
Liu Yi looked at the sunlight shining on him with some disgust, wrapped his black robe tighter around himself, and after carefully sensing that no one was watching him, he walked towards a relatively dense area of vegetation on the mountainside and jumped into a dark hole.
Han Mo lay prone in one spot, constantly maintaining a concealment spell to minimize his presence. He soon noticed something amiss: some strangely shaped earth bees began to fly around, as if searching for something.
"Controlling animals and insects?" Liu Feng pondered the description of Zombie in the Profound Yin Corpse Refinement Art. It only mentioned that the Bloodworm of Zombie could turn people into lower-level Zombie, but it didn't say what would happen if they parasitized animals? Zombie beasts?