Han Mo's Cultivation Chronicle (VII)

Regardless of what happens to the animals after they are inoculated with Bloodworm, Han Mo's current problem is getting through this difficult time. The earth bees are circling in the air, making a buzzing sound as they flap their wings. They had already mutated due to the infection of the twisted power, and then absorbed the blood of the second-generation Zombie, undergoing a second mutation.

These bumblebees may be small, but they are incredibly strong and fast. Their stingers have lost their barbs, and once they pierce someone's body, they quickly release a blood-sucking vessel similar to that of Zombie.

A single bumblebee can only suck a small amount of blood, but if surrounded by a large number of bumblebees, a person's blood will be completely drained in a short period of time. In particular, Liu Yi had specially placed his Bloodworm into one or two special bumblebees, allowing the Bloodworm to enter the Correctors's body and cause the Correctors's twisted power to surge violently.

Han Mo activated his concealment spell to the fullest extent, Integration the environment. If these earth bees discovered him, they alone would probably kill him. Some earth bees had even floated right in front of him, and he could only hold his breath and wait for them to leave.

Fortunately, the bumblebees soon moved on to the other side, and Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief. However, he still dared not relax for a moment and remained motionless in place. After a while, the bumblebees turned back and searched again.

Watching the earth bees disappear into the distance, Han Mo remained completely still. Even if no one was watching, he didn't want to move. Better safe than sorry. According to the records of the Profound Yin Corpse Refinement Art, when the midday sun is intense, even a level two Zombie will be extremely weak under its rays. At that time, even if it is discovered, its chances of escaping will greatly increase.

Although it was only afternoon, Han Mo's spiritual energy was already running low. He silently circulated his spiritual root, absorbing the distorted energy in the air to replenish his spiritual energy. He didn't believe that the enemy would give up so easily.

Around midnight, the buzzing bumblebees flew out again, scattering to search the entire Withered Mountain once more. They conducted three more searches in total, until the sun rose high in the sky and the bumblebees, mutated from drinking Zombie blood, became drowsy, at which point the searches gradually subsided.

As soon as noon arrived, Han Mo decisively ran to the mountaintop, gathering the weeds that were constantly blown by the wind. Han Mo filled his basket to the brim and then immediately ran down the mountain. He didn't go towards the Purple Forest, which was so dense that it blocked out the Purple Forest. If it weren't for the large number of people, it would be more suitable for Zombie to use as a secret stronghold.

Even before he reached the bottom of the mountain, Han Mo could feel the cold, sinister gazes of the Zombie. If it weren't noon, a large number of Zombie would probably rush out and tear Han Mo to pieces.

As Han Mo passed by the mountainside, he could even see a black-robed figure staring at him from the shadows on the other side, his pale green eyes peeking out. The next moment, the black-robed figure leaped forward. His black robe provided excellent concealment, granting him some mobility under the midday sun.

Having anticipated this, Han Mo took off the small bottle from his waist, twisted open the cap with the blurry production date, and a foul smell wafted out. He then splashed the contents onto Liu Yi body was already quite full from the midday rush.

As if scalding water had been poured on him, Liu Yi howled in pain. Even though he wrapped himself tightly in a black robe, he could not prevent the liquid from seeping in. After all, he had never heard of any Zombie being afraid of water before.

The Zombie, reeking of a foul stench and emitting white smoke, writhed as it charged into the shadows. After leaping into the hollow, it tossed aside its black robe. The spots on its body where the golden holy water had clung were still steaming, mingling with the original stench and becoming even more unpleasant.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, virgin urine was extremely effective against Zombie. However, Han Mo also knew that the opponent was a second-generation Zombie. If it weren't daytime, that little bit of virgin urine would have done almost no harm to the opponent. After all, he wasn't a complete virgin anymore, since he was already nineteen years old.

Carrying a basket on his back, Han Mo followed a road. After confirming that he had escaped the Zombie's tracking range, he became cautious again, erasing his tracks. Even though he had been lying down and hungry all day, he did not let his guard down.

Finally back in his little apartment, Han Mo took out a hidden beverage cup, carefully cut his hand, put the blood into the cup, and then added some water—he didn't have that much blood.

After preparing some food, Han Mo took a warm sip of the Purple Forest soup, feeling warm all over. He then turned his gaze to the wind-blown grass soaking in the cup. Because the cup was too small, he had to process the wind-blown grass slowly.

After finishing the soup, Han Mo replaced the blood in the cup and went to sleep. Han Mo didn't wake up again until the next morning.

After routinely checking the surrounding warning traps, Han Mo continued to deal with the Wind-blown Grass. However, bleeding himself out would cause too much damage to his body and was not a long-term solution. In addition, with the emergence of Zombie, rashly asking for blood might only bring trouble upon himself.

"It's not sustainable to keep killing people for blood; we need to find a stable blood source," Han Mo thought. Looking at the remaining grass that had already been processed, he figured it should be enough for a pair of straw sandals, so Han Mo gave up on processing the rest.

Each blade of grass had to be processed with spiritual power. Han Mo hurriedly began to weave his first pair of straw sandals. This behavior had absolutely nothing to do with him being called the Imperial Uncle later on.

Han Mo was quite skilled with his hands. After getting familiar with the process, he quickly finished weaving the straw sandals. Looking at the somewhat ugly-looking sandals, Han Mo quickly put them on. After slightly activating his spiritual power, Han Mo felt as if he was surrounded by wind. Even the slightest movement of his body felt like being aided by the wind. This effect was definitely not as weak as described in the introduction.

After testing the waters, Han Mo immediately added a layer of highly polluted grass to the outside of the straw sandals, covering the edible wind-blown grass inside. Otherwise, wearing such a usable pair of straw sandals would probably cause all sorts of problems.

"The Zombie on the Withered Mountain have probably moved away, but even so, it's no longer suitable to go there to pick wind-blown grass. The straw sandal business seems pretty good." Han Mo to himself that his own straw sandals had been soaked for so long that they were almost pollution-free. Naturally, they couldn't be sold to others in such good condition. Low-pollution or secondary-pollution would be fine.

"Currently, Daoist priests cannot specifically absorb the distortion power from objects, and the Correctors probably won't lower themselves to help with these tasks. I must accumulate enough resources using the beverage cups in the early stages."

And so, Han Huangshu began his business of selling straw sandals.

That's all for today's third update. I have something to do later, cough Xu Ming. I still owe three updates, I'll start making up for them tomorrow.