Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 350 - 141 Entering the Grey Fog Obtaining

Chapter 350 -141: Entering the Grey Fog, Obtaining Treasures (10,000 Characters Asking for Subscription)_5

Chapter 350 -141: Entering the Grey Fog, Obtaining Treasures (10,000 Characters Asking for Subscription)_5

It could be said that this time, Chen Jie had quite a fruitful harvest.

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However, the danger was real; in the Spider Forest, although he did not encounter the most formidable spider, the one that wrapped the leopard into a cocoon-like shape was enough to give him pause. If ensnared by that creature, even someone in the Iron Bone Realm might not be able to escape.

And then there were those flying Red Ants, under whose assault, no matter how many Dark Force Masters came, they would be annihilated. A swarm would consist of tens of thousands, and Chen Jie felt these were just the tip of the iceberg.

Furthermore, that Big Mountain Demon, I’m afraid even an Energy Transformation Master would not be its match.

And then there was Centipede Ridge, if one carelessly stepped into it and got entangled by those centipedes, Energy Transformation wouldn’t save them from death.

There was also the Python Cave, full of pythons over a dozen meters long, and a multitude of various smaller, brightly colored ones, looking definitely deadly at a glance.

Chen Jie broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing these, and besides, there were even more vast areas unexplored. He did not know what other deadly things there might be, and he felt that the area he walked was still the periphery.

Moreover, Chen Jie looked up at the scorching sun.

He also discovered a situation: during the day, these animals were extremely lazy. If he did not provoke them, they exhibited little aggression and were lethargic.

Perhaps this was why the System had said that he must venture during the day.

Maybe at night, these creatures would not be so friendly.

But having come this far, Chen Jie encountered a significant problem: he had not found any trace of Blood Ganoderma.

Upon careful inspection, it seemed there was no Blood Ganoderma in the periphery; he had to go deeper in.

The herbal medicines in the periphery were mostly of middle level, such as those used to refine Muscle Relaxing Pills, Bone Strengthening Pills, and the like. If one searched carefully, they could be found.

But there were none of the higher-tiered herbs necessary for Energy Transformation.

Chen Jie continued on. Along the way, he saw many human corpses.

Most of these were treasure hunters.

Treasure hunters, those who venture into famous mountains and great rivers in search of treasures, could also be called adventurers.

Although the grey mist was dangerous, there were many precious herbs inside, and under the lure of profit, many treasure hunters would take the risk to try their luck. If successful, they could earn a considerable income.

But indeed, it was dangerous here.

Typically, a treasure hunter could not be too weak; the minimum requirement was to be a Martial Artist.

If one was not a Martial Artist, upon entering this grey mist and encountering those Chicken Crowns right off the bat, there was a high probability of death.

Even a flying ant, if it hit a person’s critical spot in the throat, could kill.

This was why villagers regarded the grey mist as akin to a haunt of ghosts.

Because it’s truly hard to escape from.

The death rate is as high as 99.99%!

Even ordinary Martial Artists entering this mist have a high probability of death, and even an Energy Transformation Master, if not careful, encountering a terrifying existence like the Mountain Demon King, could be torn to bits in a moment!

And this was only the periphery.

And it was during the day; one could only guess what these monsters would be like at night. Chen Jie had two guesses.

The first was they might go on a collective hunt, with nighttime aggressiveness being several times more than in the day; during the day, they might not initiate attacks, but come night, there would be no mercy.

The second was that at night, they might enter a kind of frenzied state.

Both combat power and ferocity would increase greatly; it would probably be quite dangerous.

Thinking thus, Chen Jie looked at the forest; he decided to go deeper and take a look.

He had come today to find five-hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma. If he did not find it, then this trip would have been in vain.

With that thought, Chen Jie found his bearings and carefully made his way into the deep forest.

He encountered various bizarre creatures along the path, presenting a very high degree of danger.

Having walked who knows how far, Chen Jie felt the ground level out, and then he emerged from the forest to behold a vast grassland in front of him.

“Grassland?”

Chen Jie was baffled. Why would there be a grassland here?

He thought this as he slowly made his way toward the grassland; he needed to search for Blood Ganoderma.

Ao ao ao…

Chen Jie had been walking for five minutes when suddenly he heard the howling of wolves, alarming him!

Yet he continued on, and after roughly half an hour more, he finally saw Blood Ganoderma.

But it was only a ten-year-old specimen.

Blood Ganoderma!

With this in mind, Chen Jie proceeded deeper, and then night fell!

Chen Jie now faced two choices: one was to hurry back, the other was to continue the search. If he returned, it would mean giving up halfway; if he kept searching, he would face the gray mist after dark.

Chen Jie knew this would surely be terrifying.

Now faced with a decision, Chen Jie thought for a moment and decided to go on. After all, entering the grey mist was no easy feat, and who knew when he would be able to come again.

With that thinking, Chen Jie continued his journey, and then he saw the first hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma.

Continuing on, after an unknown time, Chen Jie finally collected a three-hundred-year-old Blood Ganoderma.

It seemed the path ahead was endless; Chen Jie did not know why there could be such a vast space within the grey mist.

And it seemed that the deeper he went, the older the Blood Ganoderma became.

Chen Jie took out his dry food and poured the kerosene from his Water Gourd onto a prepared torch. With the torch in one hand, and eating dry food with the other, he tucked his spear under his arm.

Thus, he walked and ate at the same time.