After climbing down the cliff, he picked up the Rock Cabbage he had tossed into the grass. Once he checked that the fall had not damaged it, he wrapped it in a plastic bag and tucked it into his backpack.
Chen Jue checked the time on his phone. It was almost two in the afternoon, so he returned to the stream from earlier, sat on a large rock, ate some compressed biscuits, and drank his last bottle of energy drink.
He had unleashed too much hidden strength while climbing the cliff, and had also brought a finger skill to perfection along the way. As a result, the food in his stomach had digested faster, and his stamina had drained very quickly.
After eating and resting for twenty minutes, Chen Jue felt that much of his stamina had recovered. Only then did he get up and head back.
Although he had not found the ideal potent medicinal herb today, he had at least practiced his finger skill and movement technique, so he had made some gains.
By the time he retraced his route to Wazhai, the sky was gradually darkening.
He went inside, took off his camouflage outfit, which was covered in scratches and tears, and changed out of his nearly misshapen hiking boots. After a round trip of almost a hundred kilometers through mountains, rivers, and dense forests, the newly bought camouflage outfit had been scratched beyond use by branches and thorny brambles along the way.
As for the hiking boots, although their quality was quite good, they still had not withstood Chen Jue's rough treatment.
When he had climbed the rock face earlier, he had exerted so much force through his legs and feet that he had squeezed the boots out of shape, making them slightly awkward to walk