Mo Ling stood finishing his cultivation to discover that he gained something valuable since he had to take everything slowly step by step, furthermore, he tried to continue cultivating, but he did seem like he hit the mark.
Mo Ling did not dwell on it so much, right he wants to be strong, but he is not in a hurry. Although he did not become stronger or anything he somehow feels like his mind became clearer, the sea of his conscious purer and that he knows his body much better than before.although that silver of QI can't be used in fighting, can't even circulate his entire body but it was like a door that was open to a new world it somehow granted him a pass to the cultivation world.
He remembered his task about picking herbs from the desolate forest, so he got his bag of holding injected a silver of QI, it was all he could command since he just discovered his QI breaking through the first level.
When the QI was injected, he was able to see the information inside, there was a bunch of plants images or to be precise they should be medical herbs they were valuable since they were tasked of collecting them.
'Oh ah hit hurts, I think my arm is broken'.
'damn look at your leg are you alright?!'
'I lost my bag of holding '.
'well, at least you are not bitten by some pigs dog beast'.
'You should be thankful Mo Ping and the other is dead'.
Hearing the ruckus outside, Mo Ling exited his room walking toward it, the sight before he was. Mmm, let us say depressing.
A bunch of youth between ten and sixteen in the miserable state some of them was just dirty with beast poop while others were injured. With many people surrounding them, they start recounting what happened to them
in short, they formed a team from the second and third level QI condensation in the camp then the desolate forest in hope of picking some herbs mentioned in the jade, in the end, they couldn't find a single herb and got assaulted by the beasts living in the desolate forest.listening to the story woke Mo Ling from his dream about reaching a higher realm in cultivation then finishing his task in one swoop,he was naive it will not be that easy but what surprised him was the expression of the crowd,the youngsters like him were either horrified, surprised but the older who lived in the compound longer seemed to be expecting it they were expressionless.
Mo Ling turned around intending to return to his room but stopped when he spotted Fang Hui he was the oldest one in the entire compound sometimes they speculate that maybe in the entire city he is the oldest : a face full of wrinkles a white hair, a bent back and muddled eyes, usually he sits alone in some corner observing the tide of people passing by no one bothered with him but now he seemed different Mo Ling could not pinpoint the difference but it was there maybe his eyes now gained some clarity in them or that what it seemed to him.in the tome ho was observing him the other party seemed to feel his faze he turned to him seemingly surprised that Mo Ling was watching him. The old man sat in his place with his half-dead pose like usual as nothing happen but not before sending Mo Ling a smile to Mo ling that smile seemed cryptic.