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Shi Ling, who was currently inside the body of the Poison Ink Python, had thick viscous liquid all over his body, making him look very disgusting. Shi Ling's body kept sliding down, and at the same time, he could feel the corrosiveness coming from the viscous liquid.

Shi Ling's eyes immediately opened wide, feeling the burning sensation coming from his body, and feeling the tension when he was being pushed by the snake, it immediately made his heart burn. Shi Ling's eyes immediately opened wide, feeling the burning sensation coming from his body, and feeling the tensing sensation when he was being pushed by the snake, and the tension when he was being pushed by the snake.

"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."

Shi Ling thought in his heart as he looked around to see if there was anything that could help him escape.

Then, Shi Ling realized that he didn't have anything on him. Shi Ling suddenly felt a pain on his foot. Shi Ling grimaced in pain and looked down.

One of them was inserted into his leg, and when Shi Ling saw this, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to grab the bone thorn. He pulled with force, and with a light crack, the bone thorn broke.

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

However, before Shi Ling could be happy for even a few minutes, he was stunned 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 mucus.

Shi Ling's eyelids twitched. He was already cursing in his heart. Then, he saw more and more bone spikes pierce out from those muscles, which made Shi Ling dumbfounded. This was the f * cking rhythm of him wanting to turn himself into a hedgehog.

At that moment, Shi Ling started to struggle with all his might. He stretched out one hand at a time and thrusted his finger towards the muscles like a sword.

Shi Ling was overjoyed as his muscle was pierced. He was just trying to use the Basic Sword Techniques to form a sword qi, but he never thought that it could actually cut through the animal's muscle.

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.

Shi Ling, who was inside the Poison Ink Python's body, felt the muscles that were pressing down on his body begin to loosen up. They were all lifting up and no longer compressing themselves.

He let out a sigh of relief then stood up. Standing in the animal's stomach, he felt that this was a bit like a rectum. He looked around and thought about how to get out when a dark thing suddenly appeared in front of Shi Ling.

He looked over, because it was too blurry, he could not see it clearly, so Shi Ling walked over. When he got closer, he realized that it was actually a black broadsword made of wood, inserted into muscles.

Although it was covered in corrosive mucus, the wooden sword itself did not suffer any damage. Judging from the degree of the wooden sword and its muscles connecting together, it should have been inside the animal's body for quite some time, probably due to the fact that it accidentally swallowed the wooden sword while it was searching for food, causing it to not be able to digest the sword at all. If it wanted to spit it out, it would go crazy.

Thinking about this, Shi Ling's lips curled up, and he held his sword by the hilt. Although he didn't know what the sword was used for, if he could bring it back and exchange it for some gold coins, then this trip wouldn't be a loss.

At that moment, Shi Ling's hands had already started to exert power, the physical strength of a Barbarian Cow had already exploded forth, and outside, the Poison Ink Python had let out a roar of incomparable pain, its body constantly swaying around, charging left and right at an unknown time. It was unknown how far it had charged in the forest, but when it charged into a cave, its huge body fell down, emitting a loud bang.

Following that, a tearing sound could be heard. A sword suddenly pierced out from the back of the Poison Imprint Python and sliced its body apart. The next moment, Shi Ling crawled out from the body of the Poison Imprint Python.

At the same time, he was also dragging the black broadsword that he pulled out. Although it was a wooden sword, the ghost was not light. With Shi Ling's current physical strength, he could not easily lift it.

After Shi Ling jumped out from the Poison Ink Python's body, his clothes were almost completely corroded and there were still many areas where blood had flowed out, but Shi Ling was not in the mood to care about all these. When he sat down on the ground and looked at the dead Poison Ink Python, his heart immediately became angry and he kicked its body with one foot.

After resting for a while, Shi Ling stood up from the ground. Looking at his black wooden sword that was as big as an adult, Shi Ling's eyelids twitched and said: "I wonder if this thing can be sold for some money."

Shi Ling looked at the wooden sword again. The workmanship was very rough and the blade wasn't very sharp, but it also didn't have any spirituality. Shi Ling felt that besides being large and heavy, there was nothing good about it.

As the disciple of the number one sword training sect in the world, Shi Ling naturally knew how to choose a sword, first it had to be made of a material, and then it had to be able to bear the sword qi. For example, Shi Ling's fiancee, Chen Lu's sword, the Ling Xiao Sword, was forged from Yin-Yang Mystical Iron.

On the other hand, the black wood sword in Shi Ling's hand, not to mention whether it could bear the sword qi of the wielder, no one would want it just for the material itself. Not to mention how good it was to refine it with refined iron, but you are not even made of pig iron, when facing an enemy, someone else would burn it with a fire, and it would be even heavier than wool, and the weight of this thing is extremely heavy, and it is so heavy that only Jinluo Hall cultivators could lift it.

Thinking about this, Shi Ling immediately felt discouraged. Originally, he thought it was a treasure, but who knew it was the lowest quality item. If he gave it to someone else for free, no one would take it.

Shi Ling sighed helplessly. He really wanted to throw it away, but when he thought about how he desperately obtained it, he felt a little reluctant to part with it. Furthermore, it was it that helped him inside the Poison Ink Python's body previously.

After hesitating for a moment, Shi Ling finally decided to keep it. After bringing it back to the Spirit Sword Sect, the pillar used to support the roof beams in his room shouldn't be too bad.

Thinking about that, Shi Ling nodded his head seriously. He looked at the broadsword again. At this moment, the words on the edge of the sword attracted Shi Ling's attention.

Shi Ling reached out his hand to wipe the dirt on that place. Soon after, the three words that appeared were reflected in Shi Ling's eyes, "Black 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?

Shi Ling carried the Black Wood Sword on his back and walked out of the cave. It had been three days since he came out. If he didn't find the team now, he was afraid that he would have to stay here.

It had been three days since he left the group, but he had not eaten a single thing. Although a cultivator could stay idle for a long time, it was still aimed at high-level cultivators like him, who had just touched the threshold of cultivation, but in terms of living and resting, he was still like a normal person.

Shi Ling came to the cave entrance, touched his empty stomach, looked at the pitch black outside, then looked at the dead Poison Ink Python beside him, his eyes spun once, then he took the Black Wood 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 large piece of snake meat in front of him and felt that it was fake.

Although the Black Wood Sword itself was very cumbersome, it was very convenient to use it to cut apart the equally cumbersome body of the Poison Ink Python. It easily cut off the head of the Poison Ink Python, then after chopping off the head randomly, it took a long time to find the Demonic Core, but after not seeing it for a long time, it was thrown to the side.

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, Shi Ling cut off the venomous python's skin and flesh, then its bones and snake gall. After cutting all of them, Shi Ling's hands were covered in blood and he carried the snake meat outside. After using the river to clean it, he returned to the cave.

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

Although there was no seasoning, for Shi Ling, who was already extremely hungry, those were not a problem. As long as he could eat them, 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.

Shi Ling swallowed his saliva. After the snake meat was fully cooked, he tore off a piece and put it into his mouth. After chewing slowly for a while, Shi Ling's eyes immediately lit up.

At that moment, Shi Ling started to eat heartily. Not to mention how ugly the way he ate, he did not look like a disciple of Spirit Sword Sect at all. He looked more like a hungry ghost.

Soon, Shi Ling cut off all the snake meat, but he wasn't full. He then looked at 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 his previous steps. However, this time, he roasted more snake meat than before, but the result was the same. Shi Ling finished eating it very quickly.

Today, he felt very 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.

In the latter half of the night, Shi Ling ate and drank until his belly was full, making him look like a pregnant woman. His mouth was full of gravy and his face was full of happiness.

Shi Ling laid down and a strong sense of fatigue came over. He laid on the ground, narrowed his eyes and fell asleep.

After Shi Ling fell asleep, the spiritual energy cyclone in Shi Ling's abdomen started to quietly spin and quickly refine the snake meat in Shi Ling's stomach, causing the essence to be quickly absorbed by Shi Ling's body.

Soon, Shi Ling's stomach gradually disappeared.

"..."

The next morning, when the faintly discernible sounds of wild chickens came from outside, Shi Ling opened his eyes and forcefully stretched his body before letting out a long yawn. He looked around and then stood up, walked out of the cave, walked in front of a lake, and poured water on his face.

However, Shi Ling's eyes suddenly opened wide because he saw his own reflection in the lake.

The muscles on Shi Ling's abdomen became more distinct at this moment, full of explosive power. Even Shi Ling's height became a lot 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 inexhaustible power. He immediately cast his gaze onto a rock that was the size of an adult not far away, walked over, hugged it with his hands, took a deep breath, and exerted his strength into his arms. The next moment, he saw the huge rock that weighed a thousand pounds first tremble as Shi Ling moved it up bit by bit.

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.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shi Ling was stunned for a while. Then, with a shocked expression, he said, "The strength of two raging bulls!"

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

Facing this sudden improvement, Shi Ling's face was filled with both excitement and suspicion. He was excited because of the increase in his own strength. He was only wondering why his strength had suddenly increased after he woke up after a nap.

After thinking for a while, Shi Ling could not come up with an answer, so he could only return to the cave from before. After seeing the body of the Poison Ink Python, Shi Ling could roughly guess what had happened.

Shi Ling sneered, thinking about how many disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect had to spend a lot of time and effort to raise their physical strength to the strength of two Barbarian Cows, yet he had reached this level just by eating a piece of snake meat. If those disciples knew about this, what would they think?

As Shi Ling thought of this, he once again walked over to the Black Wood Sword and lifted it up. Although it still felt very cumbersome, compared to yesterday, Shi Ling felt much more relaxed.

As he carried the Black Wood Sword on his back, just as he was about to leave the place, a delicate fragrance floated over.

The moment the delicate fragrance entered Shi Ling's nose, it immediately made him feel relaxed and happy. The fragrance of the snake meat that was originally filling the cave was instantly covered the moment it came out.

Shi Ling turned around and saw a purple light shining in the cave.

Shi Ling looked at the purple lights in a daze and curiosity appeared on his face. He walked over and saw the purple flowers swaying slowly. They were passing through the cave and the cool breeze blew out the fragrance of the flowers from time to time.

Shi Ling squatted down and looked at the purple-coloured flowers. He casually picked one and after that, he took out another picture scroll. On the picture scroll, there was a purple-coloured flower drawn.

After comparing them, 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 they were looking for on this trip.

As he looked at the purple flowers, he recalled the task Yan Wuping had told them before: "You Lan Xiang's age is at least 10 years, but not at the lowest. If you can find an older You Lan Fragrance and exchange it for 5 gold coins, then you'll get more gold coins. Each person has to collect at least 3 You Lan Fragrance to complete the task."

Thinking about this, Shi Ling's face immediately turned red. If a single orchid incense could be exchanged for 5 gold coins, how many gold coins could a few hundred of them here be exchanged for? With gold coins, how many cultivation resources could he exchange for?

Then, he fell to the ground with a thud. His body was trembling and his eyes were rolling in the air. He was laughing like a fool. He even muttered: "I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich …"