Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

0Feng Yimo wasn't picky about the living environment, but Feng Xinping was very excited. Because in this courtyard, he could have a small independent building. This was his dream for many years!    

    

Feng Yimo put his backpack in his room and went straight to the herbal field. The others were very tired, but he was full of energy and did not feel tired at all.    

    

The herbal field was only six or seven miles away from the Feng Family compound. In less than fifteen minutes, Feng Yimo arrived at the edge of the herbal field that was like a green ocean. He took a deep breath of the strong herbal fragrance and felt refreshed.    

    

"Who are you? This is the private property of the Feng Family. Outsiders are not allowed to enter!" A tender voice sounded behind Feng Yimo. He turned around and looked. It was a boy of eight or nine years old with a ponytail. He held a two-foot-long wooden spear in his hand and looked at Feng Yimo warily.    

    

Feng Yimo smiled and said, "I am from the Feng Family, little brother. Are you the only one guarding this place?"    

    

Hearing Feng Yimo talk about the people from the Feng Family, the little boy looked at Feng Yimo's long robe. No, there is no wind embroidery on your chest. You are lying!"    

    

What a smart little fellow, Feng Yimo praised. He took out a jade pendant from his pocket. It was the same as his mother's, but the word Yimo was written on it. This was the identity token of a direct disciple of the Feng Family. There were only 29 pieces in total in the Feng Family.    

    

The little boy took it suspiciously, looked at it seriously, and then knelt down. "Greetings, Young Master!"    

    

Feng Yimo hurriedly helped the little boy up and said, "Don't kneel down in front of me. By the way, are you the only one here?"    

    

"No, there is still my grandfather. He is there!" The little boy extended his fat white finger and pointed into the distance. Only then did Feng Yimo clearly see a busy figure in the herbal field. It was already evening. The autumn wind was slightly cold, but the old man was busy sweating profusely. It was very tiring.    

    

"Old man, come back and rest!" Feng Yimo shouted from afar.    

    

The old man straightened his back and saw a stranger. He was already standing on the edge of the field. He hurriedly ran back and bowed to Feng Yimo. "This old servant Feng Qishaan greets young master!"    

    

"Eh? How did you know I'm from the Feng Family?" Feng Yimo asked in surprise.    

    

"Haha, young master is new here. He doesn't know that there is a great defensive formation around the herbal field. Without a talisman, he won't be able to enter. That array symbol is the jade pendant on young master's body!" As the old man spoke, he took the jade pendant from his grandson's hand and respectfully returned it to Feng Yimo.    

    

Feng Yimo suddenly understood. Thinking about it, it made sense. If there was no defensive formation, the wild beasts in the mountains would be able to harm the herbal field. A thousand acres wide defensive formation, Feng Family was generous enough.    

    

The old man, Feng Qishan, was only at the second level of Qi Refinement. It was very hard for him to take care of more than a thousand acres of the herbal field alone.    

    

"By the way, old man, what were you doing just now?" Feng Yimo asked when he saw the old man holding a strange tool. The tool looked like a sickle. There was an opening in the front end, like the long mouth of a crane. There was a pull line at the handle. It was slightly pulled, and the long mouth opened and closed like a real crane's mouth.    

    

"Young Master doesn't know, but recently, many moles have appeared in the herbal field, and they specialize in eating spirit medicine. There are hundreds of Fuling Grass that have died, and if this continues, who knows how many more will die? Sigh! I can only use this pickaxe to find them bit by bit. " But my strength alone is limited. Young Master, when you go back, can you ask the Patriarch to send more people? "    

    

Fuling Grass was a Level 1 spirit medicine, and it was the most common. It could also be found in the mountains and forests. It is cheap, and it is the main ingredient to refine the Blood Revival Pill. With the other three spirit herbs, it can be refined, and the success rate is very high. This Blood Revival Pill was mostly sold to the armies of various countries. That was because the armies often fought wars. Once they were injured, the Blood Revival Pill could increase their chances of survival. Ordinary people also bought some. When they encountered wild beasts, they would bite them and break their arms and legs. After taking the Blood Revival Pill, they would be able to quickly recover from their injuries.    

    

There were more than 300 acres of Fuling Grass in this 1300 acre medicinal field. The Feng Family's main camp sold spirit herbs and pills. Feng Yimo looked at the boundless medicinal field. If he relied on people to catch those bugs, how many years would it take?    

    

In his previous life, he had studied insects and knew that moles had natural enemies. They were butterflies called the Sun Snow Butterfly. They would produce a type of fluorescent powder that was harmless to others, but if it was sprinkled on the moles, it would react like snow meeting sunlight and the moles would melt.    

    

However, the bugs were all in the soil. They had to come out from the ground. This involved a spice called the Snake Fragrance Wood. The bugs had no resistance to the fragrance of the Snake Fragrance Wood. No matter how deep they hid, they would run out. The key was that the Snake Fragrance Wood was often guarded by demon beasts. It was extremely rare. Feng Yimo had a headache thinking about it. He had no choice but to stop thinking about it and talk to his grandfather about it before making further plans.    

    

He chatted with Feng Qishaan for a while, then cupped his hands and bid farewell, making Feng Qishaan feel fear and trepidation. He had never seen such a polite young master. In his heart, he had a high score for Feng Yimo's character.    

    

When Feng Yimo left, he discovered that Feng Qishaan's left leg was a little stiff, and his movements were not very agile. The Divine Sense swept over and found that it was actually a prosthetic leg made of wood. It seemed that this person was a person with a story. A disabled person actually had to look after more than 1,300 acres of medicinal fields. How did he do it?    

    

When Feng Yimo returned to his residence, he named his courtyard as the Cosmetic Tower. This was because there was a Cosmetic Tree in the courtyard. It was a type of fruit that was close to a Level 1 Spiritual Fruit. The taste was sweet and slightly bitter. Long-term consumption could brighten one's eyes and enhance one's vision. Feng Yimo naturally accepted it with a smile.    

    

When he finished his meal, Feng Yimo reported to his grandfather, Feng Jihui, about the bugs that the herbalist Feng Qishaan had asked him to report. Feng Jihui looked at him in surprise and said that he knew. There was nothing else to say.    

    

Feng Qilin and the others' eyes were full of ridicule and schadenfreude. Kid, you are meddlesome. Not everyone can go to the herbal field. Although every disciple of the Feng Family had the ability to enter the herbal field, only the second generation of the Feng Family, who was also Feng Yimo's uncle, Feng Lu, was in charge of the herbal field. No one else was allowed to interfere. On the first day, this bastard went to the herbal field recklessly. The family head would definitely be unhappy.    

    

Feng Yimo lowered his head and ate his meal. He didn't even look at the faces of those people. Just as he was about to leave the table, Feng Shanquan secretly gave him a slip of paper. He winked at him and left.    

    

Back at the Cosmetic Tower, Feng Yimo opened the paper and found that there was something on it. In short, the business of the herbal field is under my father's control. Uncle is in charge of the sales of the herbs. Housekeeper Feng Liang is in charge of the family's living expenses. The family head is in charge of the overall situation. No one else is allowed to interfere. Anyone who violates the family rules will be punished.    

    

Feng Yimo understood that this was Feng Shanquan's kind warning to him not to cross the line. He could not help but feel grateful to this cousin of his.    

    

Since his second uncle was in charge of the herbal field, then he would help him find a way to eliminate the Moth Worms as soon as possible. The first problem was to find the Snake Fragrance Wood, and then the Sun Snow Butterfly. As long as he got these two things, it would be easy to get rid of the bugs.    

    

But where could he find the Snake Fragrance Wood? The biggest characteristic of the Snake Fragrance Wood was that it could attract all kinds of snakes and reptiles. The back of Maple Leaf Town was a continuous mountain range. There should be Snake Fragrance Wood.