I Can Record Wonders

Chapter 31: Red Mist Fills the Air, Deep and Blood-like

Fu Ning carried the Ghost Claw Halberd and descended Red Mountain.

Along the way, they attracted the attention of many people.

By the time they returned to their small house, it was already afternoon.

The room was small, so the Ghost Claw Halberd could only be half inside and half sticking out of the window.

The sharp tip of the gun pointed diagonally at the opposite Black Mountain, giving off a somewhat domineering aura.

Afterwards, Fu Ning continued to contemplate as usual.

It wasn't until nightfall that he opened his eyes.

Half a day had passed, but the Ghost Claw Halberd in front of him remained as strong as ever, showing no signs of weakness.

"Wow, it feels like this Ghost Claw Huai tree is even more suitable for refining medicine."

Fu Ning smacked his lips, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

Red Mountain had many cliffs and steep slopes, and he didn't have a flying Law Weapon. It was inevitable that he would encounter danger while collecting herbs.

If he had this Ghost Claw Halberd with him, it might be able to save his life in critical moments.

"I hope it softens tomorrow."

The candle in the idle window dimmed, and the lonely curtain lasted through the night.

After a day of exhaustion, Fu Ning fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was early in the morning of the second day.

Fu Ning yawned and couldn't help but look at the bed.

"Huh!"

He saw that the Ghost Claw Halberd, which was still hard as steel last night, had now become as soft as noodles.

"Amazing!"

"It really turned back into a Ghost Claw!"

It really was as Senior Sister Gan Lan had said, it softened after a day and a night.

Don't be fooled by its previous appearance, proud and majestic.

Now, it was like a useless little vegetable.

Fu Ning coiled it up and directly tied it around his waist.

"Heh, that's all."

After a simple meal, he took his herb-collecting tools and pushed open the door.

Red Mountain was vast, occupying one-third of the main island of Spirit Turtle Island.

Fu Ning had already planned to start searching from the foot of the mountain closest to him.

According to the markings on the map, there was a "Red Mist Valley" at the foot of Red Mountain.

The water on the mountain formed a trickle here, meeting the underground fire veins and producing perennial mist. Under the reflection of the fiery maple trees, the entire valley was shrouded in mist.

Although the valley rarely saw sunlight, it was filled with spiritual energy and grew many herbs. The most common one was called "Blood Moss," which had a high price in the medicinal garden.

It was Fu Ning's first time coming to the "Red Mist Valley."

Only after truly entering the red mist did he understand why disciples of Red Mountain disliked coming here to collect herbs.

Hot, stifling heat.

It felt like entering a huge sauna.

And it was the hottest sauna with volcanic rock slabs.

As soon as a ladle of water was poured, the steam, carrying the heat of the volcano, drew out all the sweat from his body.

In just a moment, Fu Ning's body was completely soaked.

"It's really unbearable."

He reached out and pushed aside the mist, his brows slightly furrowed.

The visibility in the valley was very low, not exceeding ten meters.

It was easy to get lost in such an environment, so Fu Ning chose to walk along the edge of the valley.

As he walked, he made markings along the way.

In the time it took to finish a cup of tea, he heard the sound of flowing water in the distance.

Fu Ning's eyes lit up.

According to the "Alchemy Encyclopedia," Blood Moss was deep red like blood and belonged to the "fire in water" category. It often grew at the intersection of fire veins and water streams.

In other words, if he found the water flow, he wouldn't be far from the Blood Moss.

Without hesitation, Fu Ning hurried towards the sound of the water flow.

After just a few steps, a murmuring stream appeared in front of him.

"Finally arrived."

Fu Ning didn't bother to look for any Blood Moss, he opened the medicine basket and jumped into the water.

Since his clothes were already soaked with sweat, he had no concerns and submerged his entire body, leaving no inch of skin exposed.

"Phew~"

He stuck his head out and exhaled a breath, "So comfortable!"

The water came down from the mountain, carrying a coolness that instantly extinguished the heat on his body.

After a while, he reluctantly came out of the water.

After all, he came here to collect medicinal herbs, he couldn't just come here for nothing.

As the saying goes, "The water and soil nurture the people."

In fact, this principle applies even more to medicinal herbs.

Underneath Red Mountain, there is a connection of fire veins, so there are many fire attribute Spirit Medicines on the mountain.

And only here, where water and fire converge, does a special balance of water and fire form.

Therefore, Blood Moss thrives here.

"It should be nearby."

Underneath the stream, there were pebbles that had been washed away year after year, with shallow banks extending on both sides, and scattered stones above the shallow banks.

These stones were moist and the easiest place for Blood Moss to grow.

Fu Ning's eyes were like a ruler, measuring the giant stones inch by inch.

According to the "General Guide to Alchemy," Blood Moss is entirely crimson and easy to identify.

But after half an hour, Fu Ning only felt his eyeballs ache and his head swell, "Why is there not a single strand of moss?"

Just as he was starting to doubt his life, he suddenly heard a curse in his ear.

"Damn it, what a despicable thing!"

"There's not even a trace of moss left!"

"If I find out who did this, I'll skin him alive."

Hearing the voices, Fu Ning stopped in his tracks: it turned out there were other senior brothers in the Red Mist Valley.

Just as he hesitated whether to go up and meet them, two figures appeared in the mist.

"Wait, who's there?!"

It was clear that they had also seen Fu Ning.

Fu Ning quickly bowed slightly through the mist, "Hello, senior brothers. I'm Fu Ning, I just joined recently."

"Just joined?"

Before the words fell, the two had already broken through the mist and walked up to Fu Ning.

The taller senior brother, with arrow-like eyes, still had anger on his face.

He looked Fu Ning up and down.

"You're here to collect herbs?"

Seeing his unfriendly expression, Fu Ning didn't dare to be negligent and quickly nodded, "Senior brother has keen eyesight. I just arrived on the mountain, so I'm short on funds. I thought I'd try my luck here."

"Who knows, I've been here for half a day and haven't found anything."

As he spoke, he opened the medicine basket and brought it closer to the two.

The shorter senior brother looked inside and indeed, apart from the tools for collecting herbs, there was nothing else in the basket.

"Senior brother, it's definitely not him. His basket is cleaner than his face."

After these words were spoken, the anger on the taller senior brother's face finally eased, and he immediately apologized, "Junior brother, I made a mistake. But if you're here to collect Blood Moss, I advise you to go back."

"All the Blood Moss here has been collected, you won't see any for the next three months."

"Collected?" Fu Ning was stunned for a moment.

The shorter senior brother snorted, gritting his teeth, "Damn it, not even a single root left, it's like it's been licked by a dog."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ning finally understood why the other party was so angry.

According to the "General Guide to Alchemy," mosses like Blood Moss, which grow on rocks, have strong reproductive characteristics.

During each collection, only two-thirds can be cut off, leaving one-third as the rhizome, and they will regrow in a short period of time.

But if they are completely scraped off, it will take a long time for them to grow back.

However, for some reason, Fu Ning suddenly remembered the news he had just heard yesterday about the theft in the medicinal garden.

(End of this chapter)