At the end of December, the bitter winter was approaching.
The Cloud Marsh Great Wilderness lay shrouded in a blanket of gray mist.
Goose-feather snow began to drift over Qingyang Market.
These past days, with nothing else to do, Qin Ming had studied a pill formula: a mid-grade medicinal pill specially used to feed spirit insects, the Spirit Feeding Pill.
Even when there was no flowering season, these Spirit Feeding Pills could still keep his spirit insects fed.
This day.
Qin Ming once again came to the mountain behind the Spirit Fields. He looked around and made sure no one was nearby before entering the woods alone.
He took out a purple demonic flower spirit seed and held it in his hand, quietly waiting for prey to appear.
Before long.
A massive snow leopard entered Qin Ming's sight.
Quick as lightning, he formed a hand seal and flicked the spirit seed in his hand toward the snow leopard.
In the blink of an eye.
By some twist of fate, the leopard darted away with a whoosh, seemingly intending to search elsewhere for food.
The Thorn Art landed where it had just leaped away from.
Crash!
A clump of purple-black withered vines burst madly from the ground.
Just as Qin Ming thought his spell had failed.
Dense, hair-fine poisonous thorns grew from the purple vine.
Strangely, those poisonous thorns were incorporeal, without physical form.
They radiated an incomparably frigid Killing Intent, seemingly an attack aimed specifically at the soul.
If not for Qin Ming's powerful spiritual sense, he would have found them nearly impossible to detect.
Stimulated by the snow leopard's leap, the poisonous thorns actually shot free on their own, moving with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears.
They pierced deep into the snow leopard's mind.