Cultivating With Mutated Heavenly Spirit Roots-Chapter 106: Sea

Inside the stone hall, only a black-robed Old man was busy behind a counter. He was a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, likely an Elder of the Four Seas Sect.

The black-robed Old man looked up, his gaze sweeping over Fang Hong and the others. After determining there were no issues, he lowered his head and continued with his tasks, saying nothing.

The teleportation had ended, and several Foundation Establishment Cultivators slowly descended from the formation platform, each departing through the passage within the stone hall.

Just then, a blue-robed middle-aged man walked up to Fang Hong, his demeanor amiable. He cupped his fists and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, would you like to hunt Demonic Beasts in the Outer Sea together? With the three of us working together, even if we encounter a grade 6 Demonic Beast, we can handle it with ease."

Upon hearing this, Fang Hong’s gaze lingered on the man for a moment, then shifted to the gray-robed Old man beside him. Both were Core Formation Early Stage cultivators, and their cultivation was not bad.

"Apologies, I am accustomed to fighting alone, so I will not be teaming up with you two," Fang Hong replied.

"Alright then, I wish Fellow Daoist a smooth Demonic Beast hunt," the blue-robed middle-aged man said with a slight hint of disappointment. He said nothing more and departed with the gray-robed Old man.

Fang Hong did not linger either, following the passage out of the stone hall.

The teleportation stone hall was built on a barren hill. Not far away, a small town appeared in Fang Hong’s line of sight.

This small town was tiny, with no tall buildings or palaces, only a few scattered low stone houses. Compared to the bustling Four Seas City, it was far inferior.

Fang Hong understood; this was, after all, the Outer Sea. cultivators came here to hunt Demonic Beasts, collect materials, and exchange them for spirit stones. Few chose to settle here.

Fang Hong ascended into the air and landed in the small town, strolling along its simple streets for a while.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street were run by Foundation Establishment Cultivators, selling only basic items such as medicinal pills, Spiritual Artifacts, and talismans. Their quality was not high, naturally failing to catch Fang Hong’s eyes.

Suddenly, he noticed a shop surrounded by many cultivators, exceptionally lively.

Fang Hong grew curious and approached. He saw that the shop owner was a shrewd-looking Old man, his magical power restrained, with a faint Core Formation Early Stage cultivation aura.

The Old man, with a smile, held several jade slips in his hand, selling maps of the nearby sea area to the cultivators.

Many cultivators spent several hundred spirit stones to buy a copy and then hurried away, clearly valuing the item highly.

"Fellow Daoist, are you looking to buy a map?" the Old man asked enthusiastically when he saw Fang Hong stop, "I have both a rough version and a detailed version for you to choose from."

"Detailed map?" Fang Hong raised an eyebrow slightly, "What’s the difference between the two?"

"The rough map only marks the basic island locations, while the detailed map not only indicates specific coordinates but also divides the areas where various Demonic Beasts appear, making it convenient for Fellow Daoist to hunt Demonic Beasts," the Old man patiently explained.

"Fellow Daoist, you also know the distribution map of Demonic Beasts?" Fang Hong stared at him impassively, a hint of suspicion in his tone.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist, rest assured. I have been active on Water Moon Island for decades, specializing in selling maps, and my escape technique is quite good. I know exactly which Demonic Beasts are in the vicinity," the Old man said confidently.

Seeing the Old man’s confident demeanor, he didn’t seem to be deliberately bragging. Fang Hong believed him somewhat and nodded, saying, "Then I’ll take a detailed one. How many spirit stones?"

"Not expensive, five hundred spirit stones will do," the Old man extended five fingers and casually took out a jade slip, handing it to Fang Hong.

Fang Hong could tell that this jade slip was a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact, and five hundred spirit stones was not expensive.

So he took out five hundred spirit stones and handed them to the Old man, accepted the jade slip, and began to scan it with his Divine Sense.

The map recorded inside was indeed very detailed. Various small islands, even uninhabited islands, were marked, as well as some Demonic Beast distribution areas, including various grade 5 and grade 6 Demonic Beasts.

Fang Hong put away the jade slip and left satisfied.

"Fellow Daoist, take care. I wish you a successful Demonic Beast hunt," the Old man said, then continued with his business, greeting new customers. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

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After purchasing the map, Fang Hong did not linger in the small town. He immediately transformed into a red light and flew away from Water Moon Island.

After flying for a moment, Fang Hong had already flown out of Water Moon Island. He stood high in the sky, looking down, and realized that Water Moon Island was just a small island.

The surroundings were still shrouded in a hazy grey fog, likely a formation for protection against Demonic Beasts.

Fang Hong paid no further attention and, following the map on the jade slip, flew away towards the east.

He now intended to find an uninhabited desolate island, then set up Demon Attraction Powder and begin hunting Demonic Beasts.

"Caw, caw, caw..."

Just as Fang Hong had flown less than a hundred miles, several sharp cries suddenly came from behind. He turned his head and saw that five strange birds were chasing him.

"Oh? It’s Storm Birds!" Fang Hong saw these five strange birds and, far from being afraid, his face lit up with joy.

These five strange birds, named "Storm Birds," were covered in silver feathers, had sharp beaks, and were relatively large. They were a common Demonic Beast in the Outer Sea, mostly grade 4 in strength.

However, these five behind Fang Hong had already reached grade 5. Their aura was fierce. If ordinary Core Formation Early Stage cultivators encountered them, they would likely be in great trouble, but unfortunately, they encountered Fang Hong.

"Caw, caw..."

The Storm Birds shrieked, flapping their huge silver wings, generating gusts of silver wind blades that slashed towards Fang Hong, their killing intent fully revealed.

Fang Hong sneered, his figure suddenly sinking, skillfully dodging the wind blade attack, which caused the five Demonic Beasts to roar repeatedly. They increased their speed again, diving straight down.

At this moment, Fang Hong’s gaze swept across the area, and a small island appeared on the sea ahead. It was estimated to be less than ten miles long and wide, perhaps the island he was looking for to hunt Demonic Beasts.

Fang Hong’s figure flickered, and he landed first on the small island. The five Storm Birds still pursued relentlessly, culling towards him, their wings stirring up gusts of wind blades.

"Courting death!"

Fang Hong snorted coldly, pointing a finger towards the sky. The Heavenly Thunder Needle was immediately summoned, transforming into a sky full of golden needle shadows, pouring down like a torrential rain.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The five Storm Birds instantly became living targets, pierced through by countless needle shadows. They continuously let out piercing screams, demon blood splattering, and fell from the sky one after another, crashing embarrassingly onto the ground.

In just a few breaths, the five Demonic Beasts fell one after another. By the time they landed, they were already dead, their wings tattered, and their bodies lay scattered on the ground, a shocking sight.

Fang Hong stood with his hands behind his back, the Heavenly Thunder Needle suspended beside him, its cold light chilling.

"Hmph! In the end, they are just a group of Demonic Beasts without developed intelligence," Fang Hong said coldly as he retrieved the Heavenly Thunder Needle.

Fang Hong did not immediately collect the bodies. Instead, he carefully scanned the small island with his Divine Sense. After confirming that no one was present, he felt at ease collecting the Storm Bird bodies to refine them into spirit pills.