Under the bright sunshine, Ji Hao squatted in a medicine garden. Countless medicinal herbs with fingers as thick as small snakes grew densely in the blue soil. He carried a jade bucket and carefully poured the poisonous slurry mixed with the venom of eighteen kinds of poisonous snakes and the blood of thirty-six kinds of ferocious beasts into the medicine garden.
The viscous poisonous slurry gurgled down the small channels, and wherever it passed, three feet of colorful herbs swayed violently, like poisonous snakes frantically snatching food.
Not long after, all the herbs in the entire medicinal garden began to shake, and at the same time, there was a constant hissing sound coming from the roots and stems under the soil.
Visible to the naked eye, several medicinal herbs have grown three inches taller. A flower bud sprouts from the top of the medicinal plant, and a pungent fishy smell slowly ripples out from the flower bud. In the grass surrounding the medicine garden, countless colorful venomous snakes swam slowly along the fishy smell, sitting comfortably under the budded herbs, spitting poisonous gas in large and small mouths.
Ji Hao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a breath.
Only a brave person like him, who has been crawling around with poisonous insects and snakes since he was a child in the Southern Wilderness, can take on the task of cultivating the 'Snake Spirit Grass'.
A few days ago, Ji Hao saw with his own eyes several charming and pampered female apprentices from large tribes in the Central Continent, crying and crawling out of the medicine garden. There were two little girls who were extremely pretty. The girl even danced wildly and shook the poisonous snake wrapped around her hand. She accidentally hit her head on a tree stump and fainted.
After that, Ji Hao never saw these girls near the medicine garden in the past few days.
After spending a whole morning preparing the snake spirit grass, Ji Hao received strong praise from a wizard from the witch palace. There were a total of 30,000 apprentices cultivating Snake Spirit Grass with Ji Hao at the same time. However, in just a few days, the Snake Spirit Grass cultivated by Ji Hao was two inches taller and thicker than the others, several times ahead of schedule. A bud was born.
This wizard, who was responsible for cultivating various exotic medicinal herbs in the Witch Palace, had already extended an olive branch to Ji Hao. He made it clear to Ji Hao that Ji Hao was very talented in the cultivation of medicinal herbs. As long as Ji Hao was willing to become his disciple, he would impart all his experience to him.
Ji Hao smiled and thanked the wizard for his kindness, without making a clear decision. It had only been five days since he joined the Witch Palace, and he still hadn't figured out what he was going to do and what he was going to do.
In the afternoon, in a huge cave that was several miles long, the ground was blazing with fire and the heat wave hit people. Ji Hao, like thousands of apprentices, was shirtless, carrying a huge hammer, and frantically hammering the soft iron block with sparks flying on the anvil.
'Dong-dong' The loud sound was like thunder. The roar impacted the four walls of the cave, and then turned into rolling sound waves and bounced back. The entire cave seemed to be burning, exploding, and twisting and circling crazily, just like an anvil rapidly changing shape. of red iron.
Ji Hao subconsciously used the Nine-Character Mantra Sutra. His ability to coordinate the body was unparalleled, and each hammer hit the most appropriate part of the iron block. In just a quarter of an hour, a short knife two feet four inches long had taken shape.
Next to the red anvil, a large vat of blue spring water exuded a bone-chilling chill. Ji Hao threw the formed dagger into the water vat, and heard a loud "chichi" sound, and the spring water rolled violently. It quickly calmed down.
Ji Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed it, holding a gleaming sharp dagger in his hand. He grabbed a piece of iron ore on the ground and chopped it casually. With a 'click' sound, the iron ore was divided into two halves. The cut was as smooth as a mirror without any burrs.
Sending enough witchcraft power into the dagger, the three simplest runes on the edge of the dagger lit up one by one. It is these three runes that increase the sharpness and flexibility of the short knife by more than ten times, enough to easily cut through all common metals in nature.
A wizard in charge of the forging strode over, grabbed the short knife in Ji Hao's hand and struck it hard on his fingers.
Amidst the "squeaking" sound, sparks flew from the wizard's fingers, and a shallow layer of iron filings was worn away from the edge of the short knife. The wizard laughed happily and said: "Excellent mortal soldier, Ji Hao, you are very talented in forging. How about you learn with me for a few years? After a thousand years, you might be able to forge a witch treasure at the level of a witch emperor!"
Ji Hao smiled without saying a word and wanted to be a blacksmith for the rest of his life? He didn't have much interest in it.
There was a loud bang, and several apprentices near Ji Hao saw that Ji Hao had succeeded. They couldn't wait to throw the daggers they forged, which were still emitting extremely high temperatures, into the water tank.
The daggers they forged were not tempered and pure, and the runes on the blades were not properly processed. As soon as the dagger was thrown into the water tank, the entire dagger suddenly exploded, and countless fragments flew everywhere. A few unlucky ones were beaten like sieves, and they fell to the ground screaming with blood spurting out from their bodies.
"Idiots, idiots!" The wizard in charge of this forging cave jumped and roared: "Who sent these idiots to waste materials? Get them out of here, and they will not be allowed to come near the forging field for the rest of their lives!"
Taking advantage of the chaos, Ji Hao slowly walked out of the cave and turned to the place where he was learning how to make witch talismans.
Planting medicinal herbs, refining witch medicine, forging witch soldiers, drawing witch talismans, even raising ghosts and monsters, making puppets, bow and crossbow equipment, researching witch formations, exploring witchcraft... Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, Ji In all the projects opened by Hao in the Witch Temple, he has received high praise from all wizards.
The powerful soul that he has cultivated deliberately since childhood has given Ji Hao dozens of times more wisdom than apprentices of the same level, dozens of times more understanding, and hundreds of times more spiritual power. While other apprentices were still ignorantly copying the same things, Ji Hao had already begun to touch the essence of things, and then drew parallels and put forward more updated viewpoints.
In his previous life, Ji Hao was able to read the Taoist canon, Buddhist scriptures and countless sects' classics, and extract the Nine-Word Mantra Sutra from them!
Now Ji Hao has condensed into the Zifu Golden Pill, and his soul is ten times more powerful than in his previous life. In terms of wisdom alone, Ji Hao is a real monster, and other apprentices cannot compare with him.
Some birds become famous after not singing for three years.
Ji Hao is such a big bird with gorgeous pornography and a thunderous voice. The wizards in the Witch Palace who knew his origins valued him as much as possible, but no one expected that he was so good, so good that all the wizards were a little creepy and didn't know how to arrange him.
Two months later, the dusty Si Wenming sat on the stone pillar in Ji Hao's room and looked at him a little sadly.
"I heard about you... Really, I don't know what to say."
"Okay, on behalf of a group of old guys from Wudian, I ask you, what are you most interested in? If you put it forward, you will be fully cultivated by the inheritance of Wudian. Everything that this lineage of Wudian can have Whatever resources you want, whatever the Witch Palace has, will be given to you."
Ji Hao smiled and saluted Si Wenming:
"I want to be the strongest."
Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao in shock: "Wait a minute, I... what do you mean?"
Ji Hao pondered for a moment, looked at Si Wenming and said proudly: "The strongest means that I am omnipotent in everything. I am the strongest in everything!"
Si Wenming was speechless and looked at Ji Hao with dull eyes.
Ji Hao stood up and burst out with a surge of arrogance: "Believe me, I must be the strongest."
(End of chapter)