Chapter 382

If the Imperial Flowing Plasma fell directly onto the water or mud, it would seep straight down, and no one would be able to dig it back up.

So the place where he was now was not even worth occupying by wild monsters.

This time out of the city, he set a goal for himself:

Low profile.

Low-profile collection of as much Imperial Flowing Plasma as possible.

Now he climbed to the tallest tree nearby, stepping on the highest branch to look down from a high position:

"This place is just right."

This dawn redwood was twenty-two zhang tall, a head taller than the low hill behind it.

He Lingchuan stood on its highest branch, overlooking the entire small lake.

He was waiting.

Waiting for a suitable mountain breeze.

After a while, his sleeves began to flutter up and down.

The wind direction was right.

He Lingchuan took two Eyeball Spiders from his bosom, threw them high into the air toward the north and northeast respectively: "Go."

These two little guys were as light as nothing and were instantly blown away by the strong wind.

But they left two strands of spider silk behind, which were wrapped around the thick tree branch behind He Lingchuan.

Zhu Xiuer's silk was as thin as human hair but stronger than fine steel.

He Lingchuan was not in a hurry, sitting down to wait on the spot.

After about a quarter of an hour, one of the silk strands moved.

This palpitation was completely different from the trembling caused by the strong wind. He Lingchuan had been with the Eyeball Spiders for a long time and had gained some experience, knowing that this was one of the Eyeball Spiders reaching its destination, pulling the silk to send a signal.

Soon, the other silk strand also moved.

This step was unexpectedly smooth, and both Eyeball Spiders had completed their tasks: they were carried by the wind, floated across the lake, and reached the large trees by the lake.

After adjusting their positions, they wrapped the spider silk well.

Next, He Lingchuan retrieved them and repeated the process in a few other directions.

About an hour later, the base grid of a giant spider web was set up, spanning the four-mu water area, with coarse and sparse mesh.

The Eyeball Spiders could only do this much at most; they were too small to spit out more spider silk.

Thus, He Lingchuan took out the Cloud Brocade of the Rosy Cape gifted by Zhu Xiuer from his storage ring, unfolded them, and spread them on the set base grid.

At the time, he had squeezed ten bolts of Cloud Brocade from Zhu Xiuer, never expecting them to come in handy so soon.

Ordinary cotton and linen were at most one or two layers, but Zhu Xiuer's Rosy Cape was different. This ancient great monster had always been very practical; each bolt was at least seven layers thick, and perhaps ten layers when she was in a good mood.

After He Lingchuan refined the auxiliary medicine at the inn, he temporarily hired a dozen weavers to help him dismantle the brocade, dismantling the multi-layered brocade into single layers and then stitching them together. Because he was in a hurry, he didn't require the needlework to be beautiful, as long as it was strong enough.

If Zhu Xiuer saw her hard-woven efforts being treated so roughly, she might go berserk on the spot.

Even so, dismantling the ten bolts of Cloud Brocade could not completely cover the lake surface, only covering most of the center.

But He Lingchuan was already very satisfied.

On Three Hearts Lake, such a giant spider web was suspended for the first time.

He jumped onto this newly set up giant Cloud Brocade web and climbed to the center position to stand still.

The entire giant web naturally sagged, with a very gentle arc, and the lowest point was where he stood.

The Heart-Protecting Mirror had been observing his actions, and at this moment, it let out a "Wow": "You kid, you've laid out a big game."

It saw what He Lingchuan was going to do.

Busy until now, both Eyeball Spiders were exhausted, lying on the web and sucking on a wild chicken they had just caught as a snack.

He Lingchuan leaned back, half-sitting and half-lying, as if perched in a giant hammock, looking very comfortable.

But his hands were not idle, taking out handful after handful of bamboo chopsticks and sharpening them with a small knife.

These were bought for a few coins from two eateries next to the inn; the shopkeeper never expected that anyone would want such second-hand goods.

By the time He Lingchuan finished sharpening all the bamboo chopsticks, the western sky was filled with ten thousand rays of rosy light.

He lay half-reclined on the web suspended over the lake, enjoying the beautiful sunset while having dinner.

Next to the inn where the Stone Gate Caravan stayed, there was a thirty-year-old smoked and marinated specialty shop. The signature dish was the smoked and marinated pig trotter he held in his hand at this moment. Tearing open the black skin, the inside was snow-white trotter meat, fatty but not greasy, crispy but not rotten, and that smoky flavor was just right, and it was especially chewy.

The staple food was two large bowls of brown sugar rice cakes, paired with half a pot of sour and sweet green plum wine.

He Lingchuan ate comfortably, patted his belly, and stretched.

He had to be on high alert at night, so he had to eat his fill.

Seeing the sky getting late, he said to the Heart-Protecting Mirror: "Borrow your evil ghosts for a use."

"Sure." What could it refuse with? He Lingchuan flipped the mirror, and three strands of black smoke darted out from the mirror surface, heading toward the nearby forest.

After the sun set, three black shadows darted out from the forest and jumped onto the web along the spider silk.

These were three oil-headed blue-faced macaques, standing upright and almost reaching the height of an adult. Mountain folk also called them mountain ghouls.

He Lingchuan did not get up to stop them; he could clearly see that the three evil ghosts released by the Soul-Sucking Mirror were attached to the mountain ghouls.

He threw the leftover food, along with the pig bones, over.

The mountain ghouls caught them in their hands and gnawed on them happily.

With them standing guard, He Lingchuan put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes to rest.

The spider web was very light, swaying gently with the night wind like a cradle, and he soon fell into a light doze.

Time passed slowly, and the mountain lake under the night was shrouded in bright moonlight. Forest birds occasionally squabbled noisily, but soon returned to calm.

The wind rose, but then subsided.

I don't know how long it had been, but the wilderness suddenly became silent, as if it were the calm before a storm.

He Lingchuan felt something in his heart and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

It's here.

It started to rain in the sky, first a few drops, and then the rain gradually thickened.

He Lingchuan reached out, and a raindrop fell right into his palm, pale green, slightly thick, and with a strange fragrance that went deep into the soul and stirred up fanaticism.

This time, the forecast from Lingxu City was extremely accurate—

The Imperial Flowing Plasma has descended!

He Lingchuan pressed his tongue against his upper palate, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart with his nose, trying hard to suppress the greed in his heart, expanding his spiritual sense, and keeping strict vigilance.

Like last time, the creatures in the mountains and forests became manic, and even the lake surface below began to churn.

This time, the rain of Imperial Flowing Plasma was denser, and the fragrance was naturally richer, enough to drive creatures without spiritual wisdom into a frenzy.

They were collecting Imperial Flowing Plasma everywhere, but He Lingchuan didn't need to be as busy as them; he just had to stand still.

The Imperial Flowing Plasma rain was liquid, and when it dripped onto the Cloud Brocade, it would naturally flow down along the spider silk, which meant it gathered from all directions and flowed to the lowest point—

Which was under He Lingchuan's feet.

He had hung a bucket here, catching it steadily.

Having experienced the Imperial Flowing Plasma outbreak once in reality and once in a dream, He Lingchuan had more or less figured out a way. To occupy more Imperial Flowing Plasma, there were only two principles: maximum area, shortest time.

That's why the major forces in Fufeng City and the official Panlong City in the dream had to occupy the mountains and wilderness in the suburbs; that was to occupy the area.

And they had to collect the rain plasma in the shortest time.

After all, this thing would drill into the soil and escape as soon as it landed.

By dawn, it would also vaporize and disappear.

He Lingchuan weaving such a giant web was equivalent to covering most of the Imperial Flowing Plasma on the lake surface, and he didn't need to collect it himself. Although the area occupied was not as large as the nobles of Fufeng City, it won in high efficiency and strong operability.

Usually, spiders collected clean dew like this. He had observed it many times in the Demon Nest Swamp, and a few days ago, he had a flash of inspiration and came up with this funnel-shaped automatic collector.

The Heart-Protecting Mirror sighed with envy: "It's a pity I have no hands or feet, so I can't get a share."

He Lingchuan saw through its affectation at a glance: "You protect me well, and maybe there will be benefits for you."

The mirror vibrated: "Really?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Haven't you? The mirror didn't have time to think carefully, because He Lingchuan said in a deep voice: "Attention, the robbers are here." After saying that, he casually took out a Nuo opera mask and put it on his face.

Now, he just wanted to be someone who hid his head and showed his tail.

In fact, the fish in the lake were also lured by the Imperial Flowing Plasma on the spider web, jumping out of the water one after another, but unfortunately, none of them had the potential to leap over the dragon gate. He Lingchuan only then discovered that the fish in this lake were actually not small, with the longest one exceeding seven feet, its scales black with a hint of gold, and two long whiskers at the corners of its mouth.

The ones in the water couldn't come up, which was easy to handle, but the robbers in the air were also attracted.

In the mountains and forests, birds and beasts had long been fighting each other, and the strange fragrance on the giant web on the lake surface attracted them to shift their targets.

First came dozens of birds, who didn't care whether their eyesight was good or not, and pounced on the web to lick the Imperial Flowing Plasma on the spider silk.

He Lingchuan had sharpened bamboo chopsticks for more than an hour, and at this time, he used them as flying knives, shooting them out one by one.

His accuracy in throwing was already quite good, and these guys had no ability to dodge, so every throw hit the target.

The mountain ghouls controlled by the three evil ghosts also joined the battle, simultaneously pulling out the bamboo chopsticks and sending them back to He Lingchuan for recycling.

He Lingchuan ordered them to throw the bird carcasses into the nearby forest or ground. These things were stained with a little Imperial Flowing Plasma on their feathers, and soon became new targets for other birds and beasts to fight over, diverting the pressure on the spider web.

As for other moths, butterflies, ants, etc., they were too small, so He Lingchuan could only turn a blind eye; this matter could not be perfect.

It was also because the stickiness of the Rosy Cape had been taken away by Zhu Xiuer, otherwise these creatures would not have been able to escape.

The bucket hanging under the spider web was soon half full.

The harvest from just this one hour was five or six times more than the total of the previous whole night. Even though the rainfall of Imperial Flowing Plasma was heavier today, the key point was his proper collection method.

Any birds that wanted to come and grab the bucket were given special attention by him, screaming as they fell into the lake.

He was even extravagant enough to dip a little Imperial Flowing Plasma and apply it directly to the cracks in the Heart-Protecting Mirror.

This was called sharing the rain and dew equally.

The mirror let out a strange cry, full of joy.

The Imperial Flowing Plasma in the bucket was very thick, and the cracks on the mirror surface that had been slashed by the Floating Life Blade were now slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He Lingchuan didn't have time to look at it twice; he was busy, there were too many robbers, and two fists were no match for four hands.

(End of chapter)