Chapter 4905 — Herb-Blind
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
"It shouldn't come to that. The greatest threat inside is, barring surprises, the thunder burial itself—and you, boy, happen to have the lightning attribute. Your tolerance for lightning is probably on par with a lightning-type spirit beast, and ordinary lightning-type spirit beasts might even fall short of you. After all, you are a composite eightfold spiritual root led by the lightning attribute." Old Ghost clicked his tongue in admiration.
"That's true enough." Wei Zhao recalled the scene of being struck by the lightning eagle. He had taken one of its lightning bolts and come away without a scratch; presumably the other lightning eagles were no different.
"And if it really comes down to it, you can always run. You're so fast that ordinary things can't catch you. No matter how fierce the thunder burial, take a couple of hits and you can flee out—surely it won't cost you your little life." Old Ghost pressed on.
"Fine. They say curiosity killed the cat—but you, Senior, have quite the curiosity yourself. Dreaming up so many reasons just to get me in there for a look. You really put yourself out, Senior." Wei Zhao grumbled inwardly.
"Heh heh, the world is vast and full of wonders—how could one pass up such a fine chance to see them? Besides, I mean you no harm. If you die, boy, I'm finished along with you." Old Ghost curled his lip.
"I never took you for an explorer, Senior!" Wei Zhao chuckled. In truth, he could tell as much from the way Old Ghost had once braved the danger of having his primordial spirit utterly annihilated to descend into the mortal world in search of the bloodline of the King of Spirit Beasts. This thing was a thoroughgoing man of action, and bold to the core; before his eyes, this land of thunder burials was probably no more than a trifle.
Wei Zhao nodded to Wang Xinyan and the others, then clenched his jaw and leaped down. His figure soon vanished into the layered fog, leaving no trace behind.
"This place always gives me a most ominous feeling. I only hope nothing happens to him." Wang Xinyan gazed at the spot where Wei Zhao had disappeared, worried. The cultivation method she practiced was the direct lineage of the Divine Nun of the Eastern Sea, and her premonitions of fortune and misfortune had always been accurate—only she had no profound arts of divination. On the strength of that premonition alone, she plainly could not dissuade Wei Zhao.
"Mm, I feel it too—something's off. My gut tells me it's very dangerous in there." Huang Xiaotao had entered the sect only recently, but her experience with all manner of trials was exceedingly rich, and her intuition was keen as well.
"You two needn't worry so much. This is Master Lin we're talking about, not some ordinary fellow—he'll be fine, surely. Let's go look for Nourishing Mystic Grass!" Lu Xiaozhong comforted them offhandedly, then could scarcely wait to set off in search of the grass—that long-dreamed-of prize. Yet before he had taken two steps he froze, turned his head, and asked meekly: "What does Nourishing Mystic Grass look like again?"
Wang Xinyan and Huang Xiaotao were instantly amused, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Didn't we just look at Ni Caiyue's specimen earlier? Forgotten it already?"
"Well... to be honest with you two young ladies, your little Lu is herb-blind..." Lu Xiaozhong scratched his scalp pitifully.
"Herb-blind?" Wang Xinyan and Huang Xiaotao exchanged a blank look.
"I mean I can't tell one spirit herb from another at all. To your little Lu's eyes, most spirit herbs look no different from wild grass—basically indistinguishable. My old dad's the same way, so every spirit herb in our family is bought; we seldom gather our own. Otherwise, even if we brought back a whole heap, it'd all be wild grass. I've done that plenty of times before..." Lu Xiaozhong said with a bitter face.