Cultivation begins with ice harvesters

Chapter 103: Beast Roar

Unfortunately, the search yielded no valuable results, as the mist from the hot springs seemed to be confined to the current area.

No matter how much it thrashed about, it was all in vain. It was forcibly confined to the existing area. As for the area where the churning mist met the ice domain, there was no trace left. It seemed that there was no place for the breeding and reproduction of monsters.

Half a day later, nothing was found, and the blazing sun hanging in the sky was about to disappear behind the distant western mountains, and evening had already arrived.

"Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood. It's getting late, and we'll start entering the fog early tomorrow morning to quickly pinpoint the location of the Ice Domain Hot Spring. Hopefully, in this special environment, a few rare spiritual flowers and herbs can be nurtured in the cultivation world of the Northern Ice Domain."

As night fell, Tong Bingfeng retreated into the warm, shrinking tent to rest. He sat cross-legged in the middle, holding four spirit stones in his hands, refining the pure spiritual power contained within them. Under the refinement and taming of the Great Circulation, the power transformed into strands of pure magic power that replenished his dantian.

Since we will be exploring the fog early tomorrow morning, we naturally need to ensure that our energy and spirit are at their peak.

Aside from the cultivator's own cultivation, when there is spare energy and ample time, the two first-grade high-quality magic artifacts, the Water Control Fork and the Crystal Gourd, naturally also need the nourishment and purification of magic power.

"Roar, roar"

"Aww, aww"

At midnight, bursts of beastly roars reached their ears: a giant tiger howled, a wolf howled shrilly, and a bear roared deep and muffled. The sounds of beasts rose and fell all around, low and angry roars intertwined, one after another, full of wild and ferocious aura, which startled the cultivators who were practicing the Great Circulation.

Tong Bingfeng disregarded the slight backlash caused by interrupting the Great Cycle of Qi, and before he could even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he picked up the water-controlling fork and carried the crystal gourd, leaving the area of ​​the Spirit Shrinking Tent. He stood on the ice field in the middle of the night, looking at the pitch-black night sky.

At the same time, the two first-tier high-grade magic weapons were ready to be used at any time, gleaming with a cold light, ensuring that all their destructive power could be released at once in the event of an encounter with an enemy.

"Apart from the area shrouded in swirling mist, there is no sign of life. Could this beastly roar be coming from the area obscured by the mist from the hot spring?"

After observing for a full half hour, Tong Bingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fixed on the still churning fog in the middle of the night.

"How could this mere ten-mile radius of icy land nurture such a diverse array of powerful demonic beasts?"

"Or perhaps, these resounding roars of beasts are a special effect of this icy hot spring area? What is its true significance?"

For a moment, Tong Bingfeng had a variety of questions in his mind, but he was unable to make a judgment without the support of conclusive evidence.

After standing on the icy ground for a full hour, confirming the source of each beast roar, Tong Bingfeng finally returned to his spirit-shrinking tent.

Although the cold wind and low temperature kept him at bay, the roars of various beasts continued, which annoyed him and made it impossible for him to cultivate diligently as usual.

Time quietly turned, and when the first morning star appeared in the distant east, and the dim sky began to show a hint of white, all the roars of the beasts instantly ceased, as if they had never happened at all.

If Tong Bingfeng hadn't been harassed by it all night, he would surely have had enough self-doubt at this moment. The silence of the daytime and the constant noise of the nighttime formed a stark contrast, a difference that was hard to believe.

"Let the winds blow from east, west, north, or south, I will remain unmoved. No matter what dangers may be hidden within this fog, I will surely venture in today to find out."

As the sun rose and the sky brightened, Tong Bingfeng stood before the mist. After yesterday's unique experience, his determination to go inside and explore became even stronger.

He then put the spirit-shrinking tent into his storage bag and stepped into the mist. His visible range was instantly suppressed, as if a thick, blurry layer had been blocked in front of him, allowing him to see at most within a ten-foot radius.

"bite"

Every ten feet, Tong Bingfeng would take out a blue nail, about the length of a middle finger and imbued with the aura of a cultivator, from his storage bag and firmly nail it to the ice surface.

These nails were spiritual objects he had specifically purchased for this trip. They only needed to be imbued with the aura of a cultivator to serve as a guide, and they were indestructible and quite reliable. They were exactly what he had prepared to deal with the current situation.

Once inside this foggy and shrouded area, cultivators will lose their sense of direction. Without effective means of guidance, wouldn't they be walking into a trap? If they encounter danger, there will be no time for an effective retreat.

A cup of tea, a stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, half an hour—Tong Bingfeng's speed was not fast, but he could easily cover three to five miles of ice.

However, there was no sign of any life within the entire area, and the roar of the beast from yesterday had not left any trace.

Faced with this deadlock of getting nothing and making no substantial discoveries, Tong Bingfeng's face showed no impatience. On the contrary, he appeared even more solemn, as if real danger might fall from the sky at any moment.

He held a water-controlling fork in his left hand and a crystal gourd in his right. These two first-grade magic weapons, which he was very good at using, had already been fully charged and were ready to transform into a streak of light to unleash their most ferocious killing power on the enemy at any time.

"roar"

Just as Tong Bingfeng faintly heard the sound of flowing water in his ears, a sudden change occurred, and a deafening roar of a beast reappeared.

He only felt a gust of evil wind, and a large tiger with a white forehead and piercing eyes was already pouncing towards him from not far away. As the saying goes, dragons follow the clouds and tigers follow the wind, so you can imagine how fast it was moving and attacking.

"Water control fork, go!"

Tong Bingfeng naturally wouldn't hold back. The water-controlling fork in his hand transformed into a stream of light and was unleashed. The fork tip, gleaming with a cold light, went straight for the "king" character, which was the size of a fist, in the middle of the white tiger's huge head.

"Awoo!"

A long, mournful howl followed, and a vicious, drooling wolf with a foul stench emanating from its mouth pounced from behind, its sharp claws aimed straight for its heart.

"Smash the crystal gourd!"

Despite being repeatedly ambushed by demonic beasts, Tong Bingfeng did not retreat even a step, nor did he show any fear on his face. Instead, he was filled with excitement from the bottom of his heart.

After all, the appearance of the monster meant that he had entered the core area of ​​the Ice Domain Hot Spring, and as long as he continued to work hard, he might be able to truly explore it.

The tiger and wolf that just appeared were not monsters in the traditional sense, but were formed from the churning white mist here.

"Click"

The water-controlling fork and the crystal gourd landed on it as if striking a piece of glass. The two terrifying beasts vanished instantly, leaving only a white crystal the size of a thumb.

Tong Bingfeng only had time to put it away before he had to deal with the new monster.