Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

0With a swoosh, the huge rock was cut in half by the rusted knife and flew past him from both sides of his body. With two loud bangs, the rock made two big holes on the ground. However, Feng Yimo was also covered in cold sweat. He put away the rusted knife and jumped out of the mouth of the Snake Valley. He pulled Feng Xinping and ran away without looking back.    

    

The two of them ran for a long distance before they stopped panting. Feng Yimo saw that Feng Xinping's clothes were torn by branches and thorns and turned into strips of cloth. He looked like a beggar. He couldn't help but laugh. Feng Xinping saw that Young Master Cousin was covered in snake blood and his face was covered in flowers. He looked like a kitten who had just escaped death. The two of them laughed at each other.    

    

"Young Master Cousin, what are you doing?" After Feng Xinping and Feng Yimo had gone through a lot of hardships together, Feng Xinping spoke more casually and asked directly.    

    

"The herbal field was attacked by insects, you know that?" Feng Yimo asked.    

    

"I know. I heard that the patriarch is very anxious. Young Master Cousin, you don't want to kill the insects, do you?" Feng Xinping widened his eyes and looked at Feng Yimo as if he was looking at a monster. Even if Young Master Cousin was not a mortal, it was impossible for him to kill the bugs.    

    

Feng Yimo nodded. "That's right. As a member of the Feng Family, you should help the Feng Family solve their problems. If you can help grandpa solve the problem of the bugs, grandpa will be very happy."    

    

Feng Xinping's heart was full of respect. Young Master Cousin's behavior was much more noble than the other young masters. Those people only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. They did not care about the family matters at all. They were not like Young Master Cousin, who risked his life to think of a way to prepare things.    

    

"Young Master Cousin, what should we do next?" Feng Xinping asked again.    

    

"Catch the butterfly!"    

    

"Ah! Butterfly?"    

    

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In the next two days, Feng Yimo and Feng Xinping found more than two hundred Sun Snow Butterflies. Since there were no spirit beast bags, he could only lead the way back. Fortunately, he had a magical attraction to the butterflies. He safely brought them to the herbal field and started to kill the bugs.    

    

After listening to Feng Xinping's narration, Feng Jihui was touched. Yimo was a responsible, responsible, and adventurous kid. He was much better than his grandsons. He had the demeanor of a daughter in the past and was very gratified. He immediately rewarded Feng Xinping with 20 low-grade spirit stones and let him rest.    

    

Within the medicinal field, more and more bugs were killed by the Yang Xue Butterfly. When no bugs appeared in the vicinity, Feng Yimo began to shift his position and went to other places to attract more bugs.    

    

Feng Jihui returned to the Feng Family and announced an order: Feng Yimo can freely enter the herbal field in the future and make the right decisions about the herbal field.    

    

This news was strongly opposed by the third generation disciples. Feng Qilin said angrily, "Grandpa, he is just a piece of trash. What right does he have to enter and leave the herbal field freely?" He originally wanted to say that he was a wild seed, but when he saw his grandpa's sharp eyes, he quickly changed his words.    

    

"What right do you have? With just a person without cultivation, daring to steal the Snake Fragrance Wood from the mouth of a Level 2 demonic beast, with his sincere heart, he could risk his life for the medicinal field. What about you guys? "Each and every one of you are pampered and pampered. How can you take the matter of the family to heart?" Feng Jihui slammed the table and roared.    

    

Everyone stopped complaining. What a joke! Foundation Establishment Cultivator was not even worth watching in front of a rank 2 demonic beast. It was not worth risking his life for a piece of wood!    

    

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Two days later, all the bugs in the herbal field were killed by the Yang Xue Die. Herb farmer Feng Qishaan happily reported the situation to the family head. When Feng Jihui came to the herbal field in high spirits, he saw Feng Yimo sleeping in the herbal field. He was too tired. He hadn't slept for the past two days. He kept changing places. Only when the last bug was killed did he let the Sun Snow Butterfly go and fell asleep on the ground.    

    

Feng Jihui heard his grandson's loud snoring and his eyes moistened. What a good child. A poor child should have been in charge early. This child had suffered a lot when he was young. His heart ached terribly. With a wave of his hand, Feng Yimo's body flew up. He went to the herbal farm dormitory by the herbal field and gently placed him on the bed. He instructed Feng Qishaan, "Qishan, let Yimo sleep well. No one is allowed to disturb him."    

    

"Yes, Family Head!" Feng Qishaan replied.    

    

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By the time Feng Yimo woke up, it was already a day later. He had slept for an entire day and night. He was really tired. Feng Xinping had been waiting by the bed for a long time. When he saw that Young Master Cousin had woken up, he hurriedly brought over a bowl of ginseng chicken soup. "Young Master Cousin, this was specially ordered by the head of the family to make for you by the chef. He said that he will replenish your body."    

    

Feng Yimo did not stand on ceremony. He brought it over and gulped it down in one gulp. "Is there any more?" He was starving.    

    

"Yes, of course!" Feng Xinping happily went to get another bowl and brought a lunchbox with him. There were four dishes inside, two meat and two vegetables, and a bowl of plain white rice. Feng Yimo wolfed down the food and ate it clean. He stroked his round belly and said, "Xinping, has nothing happened in the past two days?"    

    

Feng Xinping jumped up excitedly when he heard what Feng Yimo said. "Young Master Cousin, you have something to say. The family head issued an order: You are allowed to enter and leave the herbal field freely. You are allowed to make decisions regarding the business of the herbal field. This is a great thing." Unknowingly, Feng Xinping used honorifics to address Feng Yimo. "Young Master Cousin, can you bring me to the herbal field in the future?"    

    

Feng Yimo knew Feng Xinping's plan. The spiritual energy in this area of the herbal field was twenty to thirty percent denser than outside. In some places, it was even more than fifty percent. Otherwise, it would not be regarded as a herbal field. The speed of cultivation here was much faster than outside. This was what all the disciples of Feng Family yearned for. This was one of the reasons why they were jealous.    

    

He nodded and said, "Of course. You must share the good news with your good brother!"    

    

Feng Xinping was touched. It turned out that Young Master Cousin did not treat him as a servant. That night, Young Master Cousin sent himself to a safe place and took the risk of getting some snake incense wood. Taking care of him like a big brother was much better than Young Master Lin. Although Young Master Lin treated him well, But it's normal to hit and scold when you're upset. Remember one time when you went hunting. Young Master Lin ran away alone when he encountered a low grade Second Grade demon beast. Fortunately, the demon beast didn't eat him. Otherwise, he, Feng Xinping, wouldn't exist in this world.    

    

"Thank you, Young Master Cousin!" Feng Xinping thanked him sincerely.    

    

Feng Yimo had expected his grandfather's decision. The reason why he wanted to help his grandfather was not only because the Feng Family could not afford to lose them, but also because he wanted to use the knowledge he knew about herbs to get the privilege in the Feng Family. There were thousands of acres of herbal fields and countless herbs. He could concoct as many pills as he wanted.    

    

It was hard to improve his cultivation level quickly for the time being, and he couldn't waste a lot of time. Therefore, Feng Yimo decided to start concocting pills first. In order to concoct pills, all kinds of herbs were necessary. Moreover, the amount used was so huge that ordinary cultivation sects and families couldn't afford it. For example, it was said that there was only a First Grade alchemist in the Feng Family, and the most he could concoct was a First Grade Spirit Dan.    

    

The grades of alchemists were divided according to the grade of the spirit pills they concocted. A First Grade alchemist could only concoct the spirit pills used by Qi Training Period cultivators, and a Second Grade alchemist could concoct the spirit pills required for Foundation Establishment cultivators, and so on and so forth. Of course, each grade was divided into three grades, and the alchemists in the Feng Family were only Grade 1 and Grade 1. They could only concoct Spirit Pills that could be used by cultivators below Stage 4 of Qi Refinement. Even with such a standard, an alchemist of this grade would still be able to earn a salary of one thousand low grade spirit stones per year.