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The body of Shi Ling, who was currently within the body of the Poison Ink Python, was covered in thick viscous liquid, and when he looked at it, it was extremely disgusting. At the same time, he was also falling downwards, and at the same time, he could also feel the corrosive properties of the mucus.

Shi Ling's eyes immediately widened as he felt the burning sensation on his body, as well as the tensing feeling when he was being pushed by the snake. This made his heart burn, and he clenched his fists tightly as he punched the muscles that were pressing against him, but these muscles were too weak to withstand the pressure, so when Shi Ling punched on top of it, it was as if he had just hit cotton, and all his strength was drained.

"Dammit, this animal's muscles are very soft. If I use brute force, I won't be able to do any harm to it. If there is anything sharp, it would be fine."

As he thought about this, his eyes started to scan his surroundings while his other hand was still searching his body to see if there was anything that could help him escape.

Only then did the despairing Shi Ling realise that he had nothing on him. At this point, Shi Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his feet, causing him to grimace in pain. He immediately looked down.

One of them was stuck in his own leg, and when he saw that, he gritted his teeth and stretched out a hand to grab the bone spike. He pulled with force, and with a light cracking sound, the bone spike broke apart.

Shi Ling was overjoyed. If he was really tired, then someone would send him a pillow. Now that he had these bone spikes, he could use it as a knife to cut off this beast's body and escape.

However, before Shi Ling could rejoice for even a few minutes, he was stunned once again. That was because after the bone spike broke off from the Poison Imprint Python's body, it directly melted and turned into a pool of viscous liquid.

Shi Ling's eyelids twitched. He was already cursing in his heart. Then, he saw one after another bone spikes pierce out from his muscles. Shi Ling was momentarily stunned. He had f * cking planned on stabbing himself into a hedgehog.

Immediately, Shi Ling began to struggle with all his might. He stretched out one hand at a time, and thrusted his finger forward like a sword, aiming for the muscles.

Shi Ling was elated. He had been hoping to give it a try just now, but who knew that the strand of Sword Qi from the Basic Sword Technique could actually cut through the animal's muscles?

Although he could not cut it too many times, it was better than sitting still and waiting for death. Immediately, he moved his hands, bringing along a slight amount of sword Qi, instantly stabbing the incoming bone spikes, at the same time, he also pierced a few holes in those muscles.

The venomous python outside let out a painful hiss, and then it began to violently collide with its surroundings. It could clearly feel the intense pain coming from its stomach.

Its huge body wiggled around, turning everything it passed into flat ground. It startled the birds in the mountain, causing large numbers of animals to flee in all directions.

At this moment, Shi Ling, who was inside the venomous python's body, felt the muscles on his body begin to loosen and rise up, no longer compressing themselves.

He heaved a sigh of relief and stood up. Standing in the animal's stomach, he felt that this place was a bit like a rectum. He looked around, trying to figure out how to get out.

He looked over, but because it was too blurry, he could not see it clearly. Therefore, when he got closer, he realized that it was actually a black broadsword made out of wood. It was inserted into his muscles just like that.

Even though it was covered in corrosive mucus, the wooden sword itself was not damaged in the slightest. Judging from how close the wooden sword and the muscles were connected, the wooden sword should have been inside the animal's body for quite some time. It must have accidentally swallowed it while it was searching for food, causing it to be unable to digest it.

As he thought of this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He then placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Although he did not know what the sword was used for, if he could bring it back and exchange it for some gold coins, then this trip would not be a loss.

At that moment, Shi Ling's hands started to exert power, and the physical strength of a Barbarian Cow fully exploded forth. At the same time, the Poison Ink Python outside let out a roar of incomparable pain, as its body continuously swayed about, charging left and right. It was unknown just how far it charged through the forest.

With a ripping sound, a sword blade suddenly pierced out from the back of the poisonous python, splitting its body into two. The next moment, Shi Ling crawled out of the body of the poisonous python.

At the same time, he also pulled out a black broadsword. Although it was a wooden sword, but it was still quite heavy. With Shi Ling's current physical strength, he could not easily lift it up.

However, Shi Ling was not in the mood to care about these things at the moment. When he sat down on the ground and looked at the already dead Poison Imprint Python, he immediately became furious and kicked its body with one foot. He had almost died because of this beast's harm, so why would he not be angry?

After resting for a moment, Shi Ling stood up and looked at his black wooden sword, which was as big as an adult's sword. His eyelids twitched as he said, "I wonder if I can sell this thing for some money."

The workmanship was very rough, and the sword's edge was not very sharp as well. It did not have any intelligence, and felt that besides being large and heavy, there was nothing good about it. Shi Ling's eyelids twitched, and he guessed that no one would want it anymore.

As the disciple of the number one sword sect in the world, Shi Ling naturally knew how to choose a sword, first it was about the material, and then it was about the ability to bear the sword qi. For example, Shi Ling's fiancee, Morning Dew, used the sword, the Soul-Cleaving Sword, which was forged from Yin-Yang Mysterious Iron. Not only was it light and nimble, it could also bear the sword pressure of the wielder.

On the other hand, not to mention whether the black wooden sword in Shi Ling's hand could bear the sword qi of the wielder, no one would even want the material used to make it. On the other hand, not to mention the quality of the material used to make it, the black wooden sword in Shi Ling's hand could not even bear the sword qi of the wielder. No one would want the material used to make it, not to mention the quality of the metal used to make it.

Thinking up to here, Shi Ling immediately felt discouraged. Initially, he thought that it was because he had picked up a treasure. Who knew that it was actually the lowest grade of treasures. If he gave it to someone for free, they wouldn't take it.

Shi Ling sighed helplessly. He really wanted to throw it away, but when he thought of how he had risked his life to obtain it, he felt a little reluctant to part with it.

After hesitating for a moment, Shi Ling finally decided to keep it. After he brought it back to the Spirit Sword Sect, the pillar he used to support his room should be pretty good as well.

Thinking up to this point, Shi Ling nodded his head seriously. Once again, he examined the broadsword. At this moment, the words written on the blade of the broadsword attracted Shi Ling's attention.

Shi Ling stretched out his hand and wiped off the dirt on that place. Then, the three words that appeared were reflected in his eyes, "Mysterious Wood Sword!"

Thinking about it, this should be the name of the wooden sword. He didn't understand why the Swordsmith used wood to forge it. Was it special?

It had already been three days since he left the cave. If he didn't find more teams, he would probably have to stay here.

It had been three days since he had left the team, but he had not eaten anything. Although a cultivator could stay away from food for a long period of time, that was only for high-level cultivators like him, who had just touched the threshold of cultivation. Life and rest aspects were still similar to those of ordinary people.

Shi Ling arrived at the entrance of the cave and rubbed his empty belly. He looked at the darkness outside, then looked at the dead Poison Ink Python beside him. His eyes rolled around once, then he took the black wooden sword and ran to the Poison Ink Python's side.

At this moment, a mouthful of water flowed out from the corner of Shi Ling's mouth. He looked at the huge piece of snake meat in front of him and felt that he was lying.

Although the Mysterious Wood Sword was very heavy and cumbersome, it was very convenient to use it to cut apart the equally cumbersome body of the Poison Ink Python. The Mysterious Wood Sword itself could be said to be very cumbersome and it could be used to cut off the body of the Poison Ink Python, but it was very convenient to use it to cut off the head of the Poison Ink Python.

The head of the snake was the main source of poison for the venomous python. Only after the head of the snake is cut off can the snake meat be eaten.

After that, he sliced off the venomous python's skin and then its flesh, bones and snake gall. After cutting all of them, Shi Ling's hands were covered in blood. He then carried the snake meat outside and washed it in the river before returning to the cave.

Shi Ling, who had built a bonfire, found several wooden sticks and stuck the snake meat into them, letting the flames slowly roast it.

Although there was no seasoning, to Shi Ling who was currently extremely hungry, none of that was a problem. As long as he could eat it, it wouldn't be a problem.

Very quickly, the aroma of meat drifted out. As he looked over, he saw pieces of snake meat were being roasted by the flames until they were golden in color. There was even meat juice seeping out from the meat.

When the snake meat was fully cooked, he tore off a piece and put it into his mouth. After chewing slowly for a while, his eyes lit up. This snake meat was roasted extremely well, and it was tender on the outside.

At that moment, Shi Ling started to gobble down the food. The way he ate was beyond ugly. There was no way to tell that he was a Spirit Sword Sect disciple, and he looked more like a hungry ghost.

Very quickly, he finished off all the snake meat that Shi Ling had cut off. However, he was not full, so he turned his gaze towards the Poison Ink Python. This snake that was more than half a hundred years long was enough for Shi Ling to eat for a few days.

Shi Ling stood up and repeated the same procedure again. However, this time, the snake meat was roasted much more than before. However, the results were the same. Shi Ling finished it all very quickly.

Today, he felt extremely hungry, as if no matter how much he ate, he would not be able to eat his fill. Over the next few hours, Shi Ling basically passed his days eating.

By the latter half of the night, Shi Ling had eaten and drank to his heart's content. His belly was bloated like a pregnant woman, and his mouth was full of gravy. His face was full of happiness.

As Shi Ling laid down, he felt a strong sense of exhaustion. He lay down on the ground, and with a slight squint of his eyes, he fell asleep.

After Shi Ling fell asleep, the spiritual energy whirlpool in his abdomen started to revolve, quickly refining the snake meat in his stomach, causing the essence to be rapidly absorbed by his body.

Very quickly, Shi Ling's stomach gradually disappeared.

"..."

The next morning, when the faint sounds of a wild chicken came from outside, Shi Ling opened his eyes and forcefully stretched his body before letting out a long yawn. Immediately, he looked around him before standing up and walking out of the cave. He walked in front of a lake and poured water on his face.

However, at this moment, Shi Ling's eyes suddenly widened, because he saw his own reflection in the lake.

The outline of the abs on Shi Ling's abdomen became even more obvious at this moment. They were filled with explosive power, and even Shi Ling had become much taller.

His entire body seemed to have become a lot sturdier, and his figure looked very well-proportioned. He was not as skinny as he used to be. He lowered his head to look at his hands, and then clenched them into fists.

At this moment, Shi Ling could feel that his body was filled with an inexhaustible power. Immediately, his gaze turned towards a rock that was about the size of an adult, and he walked over to it. He held it with both hands, took a deep breath, and exerted his strength into his arms.

He slowly raised it above his head and then forcefully threw it forward. Boom! The huge rock directly smashed into the surface of the lake tens of meters away, causing water pillars, water droplets, and large ripples to appear.

Seeing this scene unfold in front of him, Shi Ling froze for a moment. Then, with a shocked expression, he shouted, "The strength of two raging bulls!"

At this moment, Shi Ling could clearly feel his physical strength rising. He had already reached the strength of two raging bulls.

Facing this sudden increase in strength, Shi Ling was both excited and doubtful. He was excited because he had just slept, but why did his strength suddenly increase after waking up?

After thinking for a while, Shi Ling couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only return to the cave. After seeing the corpse of the Poisonous Ink Python, he could probably guess what had happened.

He recalled that many of the disciples in the Spirit Sword Sect had spent an unknown amount of time and effort to raise their physical strength to the strength of two raging bulls, yet he had only eaten a piece of snake meat before he had reached such a level. If those disciples knew about this, what would they think?

As he thought about this, Shi Ling walked over to the Mysterious Wood Sword and picked it up. Although it still felt quite cumbersome, compared to yesterday, Shi Ling felt much more relaxed.

He placed the black wooden sword on his back and was about to leave when, at this moment, a delicate fragrance drifted over.

The moment the delicate fragrance entered Shi Ling's nose, it immediately made him feel relaxed and happy. The moment the fragrance of the snake meat, which had filled the cave, disappeared.

Shi Ling turned his head to look and saw a purple light shining in the cave.

A hint of curiosity appeared on his face as he stared blankly at the purple lights. He walked over and saw the purple flowers slowly swaying. They were passing through the cave and the cool breeze would blow out the fragrance of the flowers from time to time.

Shi Ling squatted down and looked at the purple flowers. He picked one at random and then took out another picture scroll. On the picture scroll, there was a purple flower.

After comparing the two, Shi Ling confirmed that the flower in his hand was exactly the same as the flower in the picture scroll. It was the ten-year Spirit Grass "Youlan Fragrance" that he had been looking for during this trip.

As he stared at the purple flowers, he recalled the task that Yan Wuping had told him before, "You Lan Xiang's age is at least ten years, not at the lowest. If you can find an older You Lan Fragrance and exchange it for five gold coins, then the price will be higher. Each person will need to collect at least three You Lan Fragrance to complete the task."

Thinking of this, Shi Ling's face immediately turned red. If a single orchid incense could be exchanged for five gold coins, then how many gold coins could a few hundred here be exchanged for? With gold coins, how many cultivation resources could he exchange for?

The corner of Shi Ling's mouth curled up slightly, and then he fell to the ground with a thud. His body trembled, and his eyes were rolling up like a chicken, and he was laughing like a fool. He even muttered, "I'm rich, rich, rich …"