Feng Lingtian traveled northwest for five days.
The road became increasingly remote, the official road turned into a dirt road, and the dirt road into a mountain path. The villages along the way became fewer and fewer, and sometimes you could walk all day without seeing a single person.
Along the way, Feng Lingtian asked the hunters and mountain people he encountered, "Where does Blue Silver Grass grow particularly lushly?" Most people paused for a moment when they heard this question, then shook their heads and said, " Blue Silver Grass can be found everywhere; I've never noticed it."
On the evening of the fifth day, he stopped to rest in a village at the foot of a mountain. There was only one simple tea stall in the village, and the stall owner was an elderly man. Feng Lingtian sat down, drank a bowl of tea, and casually asked the same question again.
The old man glanced at him. "You're looking for a place where Blue Silver Grass grows in abundance?"
Feng Lingtian put down his bowl. "Yes. You knew?"
The old man thought for a moment, then pointed north. "Go north for three days, and you'll find a deep valley. The valley entrance and the valley itself are covered with Blue Silver Grass, growing much more luxuriantly than anywhere else."
I went in once before, but I didn't dare go too deep. I can't explain why, I just felt it was a bit dangerous. It left a deep impression on me, so I remembered it."
Feng Lingtian's heart stirred. After finding out the directions, he set off early the next morning.
After walking for another three days, he finally saw the deep valley the old man had described.
The mountain walls on both sides of the valley entrance were covered with vines and wild grasses, the soil was moist and soft, and most striking were the Blue Silver Grass on the ground—
Starting from the valley entrance, the density of Blue Silver Grass is several times higher than outside, and the leaves are larger and darker in color, as if they have been nourished by something.
Feng Lingtian stood at the valley entrance for a while, then stepped inside.
At first, the Blue Silver Grass only reached my ankles, but after walking about a mile, it became waist-deep. Further in, the Blue Silver Grass grew taller than my head, its leaves intertwined, blocking out most of the sunlight.
Feng Lingtian felt as if he had stepped into a green body of water, surrounded by Blue Silver Grass, with the wind blowing through the gaps, making a slight rustling sound.
Feng Lingtian walked for a while, then suddenly stopped.
He felt someone watching him. It wasn't the feeling of spying or threatening, but a very quiet, observing gaze that fell on him through countless Blue Silver Grass leaves.
Feng Lingtian stood there without moving, holding his breath and listening for a while. All around him were the sounds of the wind and the rustling of grass, but that gaze remained.
Feng Lingtian sensed no malice and felt somewhat at ease. He paused for a moment before saying, "I've come to discuss something with a high-ranking Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast. I have no ill intentions."
The surrounding Blue Silver Grass swayed slightly. It wasn't the wind—it was a slight ripple coming from the same direction at the same time.
Then Feng Lingtian heard a voice. It didn't come from any direction; it seemed to ring directly in his mind, old, slow, and with a hint of probing. "You... don't have the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor. How do you know about this place?"
Feng Lingtian did not shy away from the question, "I have a recent research project that requires finding a Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast of sufficient age. This research could change the fate of the Blue Silver Grass Clan."
I've traveled to many places, searching for a sufficiently ancient Blue Silver Grass. Then someone told me that there was a deep valley to the northwest where Blue Silver Grass grew exceptionally abundantly, so I came here.
The voice was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to use the power of Blue Silver Grass as the core medium for Communication Soul Tool," Feng Lingtian said. " Blue Silver Grass is found all over the continent; it can grow wherever there is soil. If we can transmit Soul Power signals through Blue Silver Grass, the communication range can cover the entire continent."
Blue Silver King was silent for a moment. "It sounds like you really need Blue Silver Grass's help. But I don't understand—what benefit would that bring to the Blue Silver Grass Clan? You just want to use us, not help us."
Feng Lingtian: "If the communicator is really made, all the Soul Master on the continent will rely on Blue Silver Grass to transmit information."
At that time, the Blue Silver Grass was no longer a useless roadside weed, but something needed and relied upon. This is what I mean by 'something that can change one's destiny.'
Blue Silver King remained silent for a while. "Why should I trust you? If you want to use my power as a communicator, it will inevitably deplete my essence."
"Besides, we need more than one communicator, and my people will be involved too. Why should I believe you won't use me and then hunt me down to get my Soul Ring?"
Feng Lingtian didn't rush to answer, "My Martial Soul is Peregrine Falcon, and its attributes have nothing to do with Blue Silver Grass. Hunting you would be useless to me."
Besides, you haven't reached 100,000 years yet. Even if you were hunted down, you wouldn't be worth Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring or Soul Bone. I have no reason to do that."
Feng Lingtian, looking in the direction of the Blue Silver King, continued, "As for your concern about the losses—"
I know of a place called the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, a treasure land left over from ancient times. The water there can nourish plants, which is extremely beneficial to the growth of Blue Silver Grass.
"If you're willing to cooperate, I'll help you relocate there. Your losses can be quickly recovered there, and the entire Blue Silver Grass clan will also benefit."
He paused, then reached into his robes and took out a small porcelain bottle. "This is spring water I brought from that place. You can verify its authenticity first."
Feng Lingtian squatted down, uncorked the bottle, and slowly poured the liquid into the soil at his feet.
The water was warm, carrying a gentle vitality. The moment it seeped into the soil, the surrounding Blue Silver Grass leaves all trembled slightly, as if awakened by something.
Several of the closest Blue Silver Grass visibly unfurled their leaves, their color becoming brighter.
Feng Lingtian stood up, put away the empty bottle, and waited for Blue Silver King's response.
The surrounding Blue Silver Grass remained silent for a long time. What Feng Lingtian didn't know was that the Blue Silver King was weighing its options at that moment—
It has lived for 80,000 years, witnessed the Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin transform and leave for the sake of its clan, and also witnessed the last breath Ah Yin sent back when it perished.
Not long ago, the human boy who inherited the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline had just come here. It completed its guidance and sent off the new Blue Silver Emperor.
But that boy was ultimately human; he had the blood of the Blue Silver Emperor flowing through his veins, yet he hadn't truly taken the fate of the Blue Silver Grass Clan to heart.
If what this human says is true— that Blue Silver Grass Blue Silver Grass as a communication medium, making all the Soul Master on the continent rely on it to transmit information.
The Blue Silver Grass will no longer be a useless roadside weed, but something needed and relied upon. This may truly be a path to change one's destiny.
The Blue Silver King remained silent for a long time, so long that Feng Lingtian thought it wouldn't answer, before its voice rang out again, much calmer than before. "Alright, then I'll give it a try."
The Blue Silver Grass in front of Feng Lingtian parted to the sides, revealing a path leading deeper into the area.
"Come in," the voice said. "I want to hear your explanation of how to make this communicator."
Feng Lingtian took a deep breath and stepped inside.