54: Redberry tree, 50 years old

Centering around Lin Yongmao, all the Cultivators in the main hall gathered around.

Amidst the calls, Lin Yongmao painstakingly opened his eyes.

Lin Yucheng wiped away the bloody tears streaming from Lin Yongmao’s eyes; he knew his son was very particular about cleanliness and wouldn't want to be seen in such a state.

Lin Yongmao spoke weakly, “Father, don't worry! I’m fine!”

Lin Yucheng happily murmured, “It’s good that you’re fine, it’s good that you’re fine!”

Everyone looked at Lin Yongmao, their expressions shifting from concern to something strange.

How could someone remain unharmed after facing a mental attack?

This was truly unbelievable.

None of the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators present were confident they could withstand such a mental attack, let alone Lin Yongmao, a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator.

Also, who was the one who attacked just now?

To be able to easily enter and exit the Lin Family’s main hall, and launch a mental attack without a trace.

The Lin Family had not offended any Golden Core Stage Cultivators.

Lin Yucheng: “I’ll take you home now.”

He could see that although Lin Yongmao was not in mortal danger, he was severely injured, and this injury was a Soul injury.

Lin Yongmao also secretly let out a sigh of relief; if he hadn’t been drinking thousand-year cloud mist tea for a long time, his Divine Sense strength would not have been equivalent to an Early Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, and he would have died the moment that grayish-brown long snake entered his Sea of Consciousness.

Moreover, the bronze hoe in his Sea of Consciousness automatically protected its master, which saved his life.

Otherwise, if the previous mental attack failed and came once or twice more, he would lose the ability to resist.

Danger signals constantly generated in his brain, and he was eager to escape from here.

Even within the Lin Family, it wasn't safe; his Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff was better, with a Formation guarding it to make him feel at ease.

On the way home, Lin Yongmao said to Lin Yucheng, “Father, send me to Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff!”

Lin Yucheng: “But your injuries…”

Lin Yongmao smiled and shook his head: “If it were other injuries, I might not have a solution, but for Soul injuries, I do. You forgot, I have thousand-year cloud mist tea.”

Lin Yucheng listened and felt that it indeed made sense.

Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff also had a Formation guarding it, which was safer than their home.

After Lin Yongmao returned to Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff, he quickly went back to his stone house.

He sat in front of the stone table and quickly brewed a pot of thousand-year cloud mist tea with Medium Grade Spirit Spring water.

After drinking the Cloud Mist Tea, his groggy brain regained a sliver of clarity.

He pondered bitterly: Who on earth launched a mental attack on me?

There was no Golden Core Stage Cultivator in the main hall at that time.

It shouldn't have been Wang Bufan; Wang Bufan had left a long time ago.

Could it be Lin Yongrong again, because he currently only had Lin Yongrong as an overt enemy.

The mist of Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff, imbued with the fragrance of tea, permeated his lungs, and Lin Yongmao’s fingertips caressed the celadon teacup, the phantom of the bronze hoe in his Sea of Consciousness appearing faintly.

If not for the bronze hoe, he would have been in danger this time.

But when he tried to drive the bronze hoe with his Divine Sense again, it gave no response at all.

The moonlight outside the window dimmed, and Lin Yongmao took a deep breath: “This won’t do. Dangers are everywhere. Before I have absolute strength, it’s best not to easily venture out of Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff.”

After setting this flag, Lin Yongmao fell into a deep sleep.

The mental attack during the day had left him haggard, and he needed a good rest.

...

The sun rose and the moon set, the golden crow heralded the dawn.

Much of the morning mist on Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff had been dispersed by the wind, and spiritual plants were growing wantonly, appearing faintly.

Only here could he feel at ease.

Lin Yongmao: “System, I want to check in!”

“Check-in successful! Congratulations on obtaining [spirit dew grass Seed] × 1.”

After planting the spirit dew grass seeds, Lin Yongmao performed the Spiritual Wood Art and Spirit Rain Technique several times.

Then, he drew Medium Grade Spirit Spring water from the Naling Ancient Well to irrigate all the planted spiritual plants.

The process of cultivating Spirit Medicine was not cumbersome and was very stress-relieving.

Lin Yongmao suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when dealing with the Ironclad Thunder Ape, he had seen a Spirit Medicine on the cliff face of Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff, but he hadn't harvested it at the time.

The coverage of the All Grass and Trees Are Soldiers Formation expanded, and soon, the cliff face of Thousand-Pinnacle Cliff was also included within the Formation’s range.

Any plant within the Formation’s range was under Lin Yongmao’s control, and Lin Yongmao’s perception range was also continuously expanding.

This feeling of having everything under control was captivating.

Lin Yongmao’s Divine Sense spread with the plants, quickly locking onto one plant.

This was a half-human-tall berry tree, its roots deeply embedded in the crevices of the rocks, demonstrating extremely tenacious vitality.

The tree was laden with bright red fruits, like small tomatoes, so vibrant in color that they made one want to take a bite.

This was a red berry tree; having grown to half a person's height, it should already be over fifty years old.

Lin Yongmao dared not risk himself by stepping onto the cliff face, but he could control wild vines to drag the red berry tree up.

A vine grew wildly, uprooting the red berry tree, and many leaves and ripe red berries fell to the bottom of the cliff, making a faint sound after a very long time.

The fifty-year-old red berry tree was placed before Lin Yongmao’s eyes, and Lin Yongmao was delighted; this was another spiritual plant worth cultivating.

Red berries could be eaten directly, sweet and sour, and rich in Spiritual Qi.

They could also be used to brew wine, and the Spirit Fruit wine produced was a favorite of many Cultivators.

There were still many red berries on the branches, and Lin Yongmao collected all of them.

Its root System was quite developed, so Lin Yongmao transplanted it not far from the World Tree and then irrigated it with Medium Grade Spirit Spring.

After a series of operations, the red berry tree “came back to life,” its leaves a vibrant green, full of life and vitality.

Lin Yongmao popped a red berry into his mouth; like a small tomato, the red berry was very juicy, bursting with a single bite.

The sweet and sour taste spread across his taste buds, leaving an endless aftertaste.

The Mystic Spirit Body Tempering Art also automatically began to operate, transforming the Spiritual Qi contained in the red berry into Xuan Ling Qi, which then began to strengthen Lin Yongmao’s Physical Body.

Lin Yongmao had already completed the first layer of the Mystic Spirit Body Tempering Art; his Meridians had been greatly expanded and strengthened, and at the same time, his talent was unconsciously transformed.

Originally, Spirit Pills and Spirit Medicine that could not be used could now be attempted.

Now he began to Cultivate the second layer, which involved tempering his bones.

Tempering the bones was a longer process; Cultivating the second layer to its extreme could transform all of one’s bones into Xuan Ling Jade Bones.

If it reached this level, the strength of the Physical Body would be comparable to a Magical Artifact.

Of course, the specific extent achieved also depended on how much Xuan Ling Qi was absorbed.

If a large amount of spiritual plants were consumed, the bones could even directly rival High Grade Magical Artifacts.