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Dong Bo Mu Chen was a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of a tiger. He was an eleven year old youth that hadn't even formed his spirit ring. To dare to venture into the border of the Moon Worship Empire and explore the forest of magic plants by himself, he was simply courting death.

The environment of this jungle was extremely dangerous and miasmatic. Apart from these beast spirits, any one of them could easily take his life.

"A ten-year beast spirit can absorb a spirit ring if you kill it with your own hands."

He only needed to hunt a spirit beast for ten years and he would be able to obtain a spirit ring. He urgently needed a spirit ring, even if it was the lowest level spirit ring. That way, he would be able to become a Spirit Master and would have his own techniques.

"If not for the Miasma Pills, I would have died a long time ago!"

It was even more dangerous than what the old servant's grandfather had told him. The miasma was everywhere in the forest, and apart from these, there were also many poisonous insects, such as the Iron Back Centipede, the little green snake, and the Human-faced Spider. However, these poisonous creatures had yet to form into a spirit ring.

"This forest is really dangerous!"

In the forest, even if Uncle Dong was sleeping, he would still have to open up half of his eyes, crush the Miasma Pills and Poison Pills, and scatter them around his sleeping quarters. That way, the ordinary poisonous bugs and miasma wouldn't harm him.

"..."

On this day, Dong Bo Mu Chen entered the witch forest.

This was already the third day since he had entered the forest. He was extremely careful with every step he took. The miasma of the forest, the poisonous insects, any random bite could kill him.

"There's no water!" Dong Bo Mu Chen shook the kettle, his throat was so dry it seemed as though it was about to burst into flames.

However, he was a descendant of the Spirit Gate. Aside from forging artifacts and being famous in the continent for his secret weapons, the Spirit Gate also had a knowledge of millions of poisonous insects. Otherwise, Dong Bo Mu Chen would have been poisoned to death a long time ago. One must know that even if he found water sources in the forest, those water sources would have already been contaminated by miasma for thousands of years. If he were to drink it, he would definitely die.

"Water, water!" Eunuch Mu Chen became anxious.

When exploring the forest and hunting spirit beasts, more than half of the explorers had actually died a violent death.

It didn't die from a spirit beast.

They either died from thirst, or they accidentally ate poisonous grass, or they died from the miasma.

"Mu Chen, you're a descendant of the Spiritual School. Don't disgrace your surname!"

"A descendant of the Spiritual Gate cannot be humiliated!"

In these three days, Mu Chen's head was already dizzy from the lack of food and water. In such a dangerous environment, all he could do was dig out some mushrooms that he thought weren't poisonous and grind up his hunger.

In his mind, Elder Brother Shi-Wen's voice lingered.

"Yes!" My name is Dongbo [Dong'bo'si]. Persistence! You must persevere on! "

In the blink of an eye, five days had passed in the forest.

"..."

It was the sixth day, and he was still trying to figure it out by faith.

As he was walking, a strange feeling suddenly flashed through his mind. Uncle Dong Mu Chen hastily poured his Spiritual Energy into his eyes. The two cold gazes made his head hurt.

Although the Blood Wheel Mantra was a weak martial spirit, it had a strong ability to warn others.

"Flower Cock King Snake!"

Under the sharp gaze of the Blood Wheel Eyes, Uncle Dong was able to pinpoint the source of that dangerous aura. It was a three-meter-long python with two chicken crown-like cheeks, which was shockingly red in color. At this moment, the Cockscomb Flower Snake was camouflaging itself and blending well with a shrub. If it wasn't for the Blood Wheel Eyes, Dong Bo and Mu Chen wouldn't have noticed it.

"This is the Cock Crown Flower King Snake, it definitely has a ten-year spirit ring!"

Excited, nervous!

His hands, which were holding onto the sharpened wooden trident, were covered in sweat. He had entered into the Witch Forest to personally kill a spirit beast, obtain a spirit ring, and then become a Spirit Master to train in his own techniques. However, now that he was being stared at by a three-meter long python, he was at a loss as to how to deal with his opponent.

Hiss, hiss, hiss. It was as if the little guy in front of him had unexpectedly discovered him.

The Chicken-crowned Flower King no longer tried to disguise himself and his eyes bulged out like red lanterns. The cheeks of the snake next to him flapped violently as he dove towards Mu Chen like an arrow.

At this moment, Dong Bo Mu Chen's mind was blank as he was enveloped in a black shadow of death.

The difference in strength was too great. Not to mention the fact that Dong Bo Mu Chen didn't have a spirit art, an adult Cockscomb Flower Snake was over three meters long. Even a Spirit Master with great battle experience would lose his life if he wasn't careful.

The giant python's shadow was already pressing down on him. Just a simple twist would cause all the bones in his body to shatter.

The Chicken-crowned Flower King Snake was also not an ordinary snake. It possessed the bloodline of an ancient horned dragon, the Ice Soul Cold Horned Dragon, the Black Water Serpent King, and the Flaming Python. These four were all ancient snake species, and they had a lot of methods to deal with enemies. Fortunately, this Cockscomb Flower Snake didn't want to slap Xiao Budian to death, so it chose to entangle him instead.

"Ah!" Eunuch Mu Chen was so nervous that he had already lost his ability to think. He subconsciously poked the wooden pitchfork out.

As matters stood, he seemed to be in a certain death situation.

However, a strange scene occurred. A thick, scalding liquid splattered all over Dong Bo Mu Chen's body, and a blurry light seemed to grab onto the vermilion bird's head, causing it to sink down. Coincidentally, the wooden fork in Dong Bo Mu Chen's hand passed through the snake's pupils, causing his entire body to be sent flying; his arm seemed to have been broken.

At this moment, Uncle Dong, Mu Chen, was leaning against a tree trunk as he slid down. The intense pain caused him to almost lose his ability to breathe.

However, that Cockscomb Flower Monarch Snake was obviously not well either, because he could feel the ground constantly shaking, as well as Wang Snake's hissing and raspy voice before his death.

Only after a long time did the Eastern Uncle Mu Chen recover from his aching heart. He subconsciously looked towards Wang Snake, who was lying motionlessly on the ground.

"Dead? I, I killed the Cockscomb Flower King Snake? "

Dong Bo Mu Chen was so excited that he couldn't believe it.

The three-meter-long Crown Cockscomb King Snake did not move, leaving corpses in a mess. Some of the smaller trees in the vicinity died due to it sweeping the ground before it died. The most important thing was that the blood-red halo on Wang Snake's body was condensed above the corpse of the Cockscomb Flower King Snake. This was a ten-year spirit ring, and it also signified that the Cockscomb Flower King Snake was truly dead.

"Spirit ring! This … this blood-red ring is a ten-year spirit ring!"

In his excitement, Uncle Dong Mu Chen felt that the pain in his body was much better.

Only after death could a Spiritual Beast form a Spiritual Ring.

Spirit rings were also divided into good and bad ones, and this judgment was based on the year that the spirit beast cultivated.

The red spirit rings were created by ten-year spirit beasts. All spirit beasts that had cultivated between ten to a hundred years would have a red spirit ring produced when they died. It was obvious that although this Cockscomb Flower Snake was one of the four great snakes of ancient times, it hadn't cultivated for more than a hundred years, so its spirit ring was still red in color.

Red, orange, yellow, green, green, green, blue, and purple, each color represented the grade of a spirit beast's cultivation.

Before the Spirit Ancestor, the spirit rings were arranged in a strict way.

"Once I absorb the spirit rings for the past ten years, I will be able to produce a spirit skill!" Uncle Dong Chen's face was covered in blood, and his eyes shone with excitement and anticipation.

"Gargamel, Gargamel, this child is really funny. Don't tell me that you think even a spiritual ring can absorb it?"

At this moment, a sneer sounded out.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. Because it was covered by the bushes, it was dark, but he could clearly see a black shadow in the sky. There was a broom at his hip, and it was an old witch holding a scepter in her hand.

There was a black kitten in the old witch's arms, sneering at her.

"Kid, why haven't you come to pay your respects to someone as mighty as me, Lord Gargamel?" At this moment, a thousand meters above, the black-clothed man on a broom snorted coldly.