Chapter 2191 - 2192: May I Give It a Try! (First Update)

After seeing the Ghost Doctor off, Ling Feng explained a few things to Yeu Junyao, instructing her not to wander around Evil Valley. He then proceeded to find Blood Demon Hand Kuangxue at the valley entrance as per the Ghost Doctor’s instructions.

Naturally, Yeu Junyao wasn’t about to obediently comply and insisted on going to the Demon Cave. Ling Feng couldn’t persuade her otherwise and was worried that this woman might cause trouble within the valley, so he had no choice but to bring her along.

After all, while killing in Evil Valley is forbidden, most of its inhabitants were once ruthless Great Evil Men with varying temperaments. Yeu Junyao had a short fuse, and if she were to cause a scene, she’d likely suffer for it.

Soon, Ling Feng reached the valley entrance and was greeted by a row of dense farmland.

More like a patch of weeds than farmland.

Blood Demon Hand was shouldering a hoe, laboriously tilling the ground. With each swing, he could blast open a large pit, the numerous cracks spreading out like a spiderweb.

Yet in the next moment, golden light flowed over the farmland as golden engravings shimmered, magically restoring the pits to their original state.

In other words, despite Blood Demon Hand’s daily toil, it all amounted to fruitless effort.

However, this method did significantly cleanse him of his murderous nature.

"Hey, isn’t it Brother Ling!"

Blood Demon Hand spotted Ling Feng, slung the hoe over his shoulder, and greeted Ling Feng.

With his coarse clothes and hemp fabric, he seemed less like the fearsome Blood Demon Hand and more like a simple, honest farmer.

"Senior Xue!"

Ling Feng stopped ten steps away from Blood Demon Hand, saluted and exchanged a few pleasantries before explaining the situation to him.

"You want me to take you to the Demon Cave?"

Blood Demon Hand sized up Ling Feng and Yeu Junyao, frowning slightly, "It’s not advisable. The Demon Cave below the Eighth Layer is not a hospitable place. I’m not looking down on you, but given your skills, it’s unlikely you’d make it out alive. My skills lie in killing; I’m not skilled at saving people!"

"Who are you looking down on!"

Yeu Junyao’s eyes narrowed in anger, "I’m a Saint Level, after all!"

Blood Demon Hand chuckled lightly before tossing the hoe to Yeu Junyao, "Alright, if you can dig up the farmland at your feet with a single swing, I’ll take you there!"

Yeu Junyao clutched the hoe in aggravated determination, "It’s just digging the earth!"

Saying this, she channeled her entire Elemental Power and forcefully swung the hoe at the ground.

Crack!

To her surprise, as soon as the hoe touched the ground, even before her Elemental Power could erupt, the wooden handle of the hoe split instead.

"Oh no!"

Yeu Junyao’s expression changed, then frowned, "This hoe can’t withstand my Elemental Power!"

"Well, that’s not my problem!"

Blood Demon Hand shrugged, "Without that skill, you’d be sending yourself to your death."

"I..."

Yeu Junyao was suddenly incensed, yet Blood Demon Hand used the same ordinary hoe, and his power was obviously greater than hers. Why hadn’t he managed to break the hoe?

"Senior, can I give it a try?"

Ling Feng examined the ground closely, smiling at Blood Demon Hand.

"Be my guest!"

Blood Demon Hand casually tossed several hoes from his Spirit Storage Ring, "Take your time experimenting. If you break them, I have plenty more!"

When Blood Demon Hand first started hoeing here, he broke thousands of hoes in a row. Later, Muu God Monarch directly purchased ten thousand hoes, practically buying up every hoe in the surrounding towns and bringing them back.

Blood Demon Hand, steeped in murder, with amazing destructive power, initially breaking a hoe with every casual swing and frequently going berserk.

Fortunately, under Muu God Monarch’s Iron Fist, he gradually became more disciplined.

Eventually, he learned to control his power and Killing Intent, and after damaging over thirty thousand hoes, he gradually mastered the technique.

As for the remaining hoes, they’re still inside his Spirit Storage Ring.

Later on, he barely changed hoes every few months, and the one he was using now had lasted him nearly three years.

Blood Demon Hand had achieved an indescribable level in strength control.

In his hands, Plucking Leaves and Flying Flowers could exhibit terrifying power.

Ling Feng took a deep breath. The so-called strength utilization technique was a fundamental skill in Sword Dao, one Ling Feng naturally had insight into.

Yet using such an ordinary hoe to strike a surface clearly covered by a Barrier is evidently not an easy task.

After all, with insufficient power, the ground cannot be dug; with excessive force, the hoe’s wooden handle cannot bear it.

Thus, it’s necessary to find a subtle balance between power and endurance.

This was clearly not an easy process.

Ling Feng grabbed a hoe and began his first attempt.

Unfortunately, the clear "crack" sound accompanied the breakage of the hoe.

"Haha, Brother Ling, this is not an easy thing." Blood Demon Hand grinned, "Just tell me which spirit plant you need to gather, and I’ll go myself."

"I’m afraid not. Harvesting those spirit plants requires special techniques; only a High-level Alchemist can do it."

Ling Feng frowned slightly. Both Black Valley Grass and Ju Ling Vine are extremely rare toxic substances, and even if found, harvesting without special methods would only damage their essential properties.

So no matter what, I must take this journey myself.

"Then take your time to try. Until you unearth the ground, you’re not leaving Evil Valley."

Blood Demon Hand lazily leaned against the wooden stump by his side, "Haha, Boss Muu gave these instructions."

"Senior Muu?"

Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched. It seemed Muu God Monarch had anticipated all of this, also foreseeing his venture into the Demon Cave.

Since it’s the intention of Muu God Monarch, there’s nothing to do but diligently dig!

"I don’t believe it!"

Yeu Junyao was meanwhile stubbornly battling with the hoe. Unfortunately, after destroying several hoes, she hadn’t managed to scratch the surface.

Ling Feng wasn’t as impatient, pondering after several attempts.

If Blood Demon Hand can do it, why can’t I?

The Barrier’s approximate endurance limit on the ground, and the hoe’s wooden handle...

Numerous influencing factors surfaced in Ling Feng’s mind. His comprehension was already rare in the world, ceaselessly deducing any possible outcome as his brain raced.

"Hehe..."

Blood Demon Hand watched Ling Feng intently, secretly amused: back in the day, it took me breaking tens of thousands of hoes to grasp some tricks, kid, ponder it well!