Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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One year later, 300 miles north of Coldwind City, Frost Forest.

This was one of the five beginner soul beast forests within the Waterwood Principality, corresponding to the Cold Wind Camp of the Five Directions Military Departments.

Or rather, the Cold Wind Camp was stationed next to Coldwind City to provide support to the forest guards outside Frost Forest at any time.

After exchanging greetings with Xiong Er and Li Ergou, who had been assigned to guard this place half a year ago, Ling Yi, accompanied by Longyin, Qingqiu Li, and Zhang Mufeng, stepped into the icy and snowy white forest.

As they moved forward, Zhang Mufeng glanced at the sides of the path, where small clusters of light blue 'tentacles' occasionally poked out from under the snow. He used his summoned martial soul, the Mixed Iron Staff, to push aside the snow, took a few looks, and said to Ling Yi, who was beside him:

"Elder Brother Yi, it's still too cold here. The Blue Silver Grass you planted doesn't seem to have survived much, and even those that did look a bit listless—"

Qingqiu Li, hearing this, immediately nodded and said, "Yeah~ Elder Brother Yi, why don't we apply to transfer to the Azure Camp to the south? The climate there is much better, and the Blue Silver Grass you planted would definitely grow much better there!

And it's close to the sea, so we can often eat fish, shrimp, and crabs from the sea..."

"Forget it~" Before Qingqiu Li could finish speaking, Longyin interjected, "Over the past year, Elder Brother Yi spent more than a month at each of the other four main camps. He still chose to come back to the Cold Wind Camp, so it must be better here!

Right, Elder Brother Yi?"

As Longyin spoke, he looked at Ling Yi with eager eyes, hoping for his approval.

Ling Yi, who was being watched by the three of them, rolled his eyes at them and said irritably, "Pay attention to where we are, this is a soul beast forest~ You're still so carefree, it's dangerous, you know—"

"Hehe—" Longyin grinned, scratched the back of his head, and replied, "We just entered, and we're only a hundred meters from Xiong Er's forest guard post..."

"Don't be complacent~" Ling Yi shot a stern look at Longyin and said calmly, "A teacher who once taught me the basics of sword, spear, staff, and axe techniques was attacked by a group of Gray Shadow Wolves right here. He only lost a leg because he was close to the guard post, unlike his teammates who lost their lives here—"

"Uh—" Longyin, upon hearing this, smiled awkwardly, glanced at the grinning Zhang Mufeng and Qingqiu Li, and when Ling Yi turned to look at them, he joined in, giving them a glare.

Ling Yi didn't say much more on the topic, instead, he calmed his mind. In his right palm, his martial soul, the Blue Silver Grass, appeared, its light blue leaves gently swaying, making it easier for Ling Yi to sense the Blue Silver Grass covered by the snow around him.

Indeed, as Zhang Mufeng had said, due to the extreme cold, the Blue Silver Grass that still maintained its vitality was only about 10% of what was originally planted!

Compared to the Frost Forest, in the Sea Rain Forest far to the south, the humid and hot climate had allowed the tens of thousands of Blue Silver Grass plants he planted on the edge of the rainforest to spread inward over the past six months—

But despite this, Ling Yi did not choose to stay in the south where the Blue Silver Grass grew better. Instead, he returned to the Cold Wind Camp in the north.

This wasn't self-torture; rather, in the icy cold weather here, Ling Yi found that his cultivation of the Beast Soul·Xingyi Fist Framework was about 20% faster than in the humid and hot environment of the south!

The specific principle for this was still unknown to Ling Yi, but he had a few broad ideas in his mind.

Of course, Ling Yi did not start a new project to specifically study the impact of the climate on physical cultivation in the north and south.

His time was too precious; he only needed to know the results he wanted. The reasons could be explored later when he was stronger.

After more than three years of Ling Yi's efforts, within dozens of miles around the main camp of the Cold Wind Camp, the Blue Silver Grass had already grown abundantly. Even in the severe winter, covered by heavy snow, it would not easily freeze to death; it would just become dormant.

And within the Cold Wind Camp, with the activities of over twenty thousand men, while it couldn't compare to the scorching summer, it could still maintain the vitality of the Blue Silver Grass in the camp like in the spring and autumn seasons.

Therefore, Ling Yi's soul power cultivation was not affected by the cold weather in the north.

A year had passed, and Ling Yi, now fifteen years and one month old, had already advanced his soul power to level 19, 56%, and was only two to three months away from level 20.

Similarly, during this year, Ling Yi's progress was matched by the three friends around him, who did not stay stagnant.

Longyin, now fourteen years old, had grown to a height of 1.8 meters and was currently a level 22 Two-Ring Great Soul Master, the strongest among the four of them.

Qingqiu Li, twelve years old, had a soul power of level 19, 85%, and was preparing to return to his hometown, Azure City, where his father, the Agile Attack Lineage Soul Master, would personally take him to hunt for his second soul ring, just as he did for his first soul ring.

Zhang Mufeng, the youngest disciple of Ling Yi, the youngest son of Master Zhang Tie, was now thirteen years old. Due to his weaker innate soul power and thinner foundation, his soul power was the lowest, at just over level 18, still a distance from level 20.

However, there was no need to worry about his future second soul ring. At the edge of the Frost Forest, about seven or eight miles northwest of the entrance guard post, there stood a 15-meter-tall Iron Birch Tree.

According to the records from the Green Leaf Soul Master Academy, an Iron Birch Tree grows one meter every ten years for the first hundred years, and one meter every hundred years after that.

The 12-meter-tall Iron Birch Tree in the old forest north of Ling Yi's hometown, Mountain Sea Village, had grown for over 300 years, while this 15-meter-tall one had grown for 600 years!

With 600 years of growth, combined with the Iron Birch Tree's inherent hardness and resilience, it was extremely suitable as Zhang Mufeng's second soul ring.

After a routine patrol of the forest's edge, under Zhang Mufeng's eager gaze, Ling Yi and the others headed northwest, their first destination: the 600-year-old Iron Birch Tree.

Upon arrival, Ling Yi, along with Longyin and Qingqiu Li, checked the surroundings for any signs of soul beasts, while Zhang Mufeng approached the Iron Birch Tree. Using his martial soul, the Mixed Iron Staff, he tapped the metallic-looking tree trunk, and the pleasant clinking sound made him close his eyes in satisfaction.

When he was studying at the Wisteria Soul Master Academy in Wood City, his teachers had suggested a first soul ring to increase strength and a second soul ring with a more offensive nature.

Following his teacher's advice, his first soul ring was obtained from a 180-year-old Mighty Ape, arranged by his grandmaster, Old Man Jin, which granted him the offensive soul skill, Whirling Wind Staff Dance.

During the year at the Cold Wind Camp, under the guidance of his young master uncle, Ling Yi, he not only learned the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique and forging but also practical combat techniques for staff use. Ultimately, on Ling Yi's advice, he changed his plan to obtain a strength-enhancing soul ring to one that would enhance the quality of his martial soul, the Mixed Iron Staff, by using the Iron Birch Tree.

The most important thing was the 600-year-old tree—!

If it weren't a tree, it would have been a powerful soul beast, which would require venturing deep into the soul beast forest, even to the core area.

In such a case, a Soul Sage might not even guarantee safety.

Zhang Mufeng's father, Zhang Tie, was not a Soul Sage like Longyin or Qingqiu Li, who were powerful Soul Sages.

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