Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 151 - 108: Fishing for Immortal Grass! (Part 2)

Chapter 151: Chapter 108: Fishing for Immortal Grass! (Part 2)

Of course, when it comes to feeling uneasy, Black Gloves and Flying Legs didn’t feel anything at all...

At this time, the two of them were perched quietly on the treetops at the roadside intersection, hiding in the Invisibility Cloak.

Black Gloves was carrying the Small Medicine Box.

Flying Legs was holding the plant machine.

They had arrived early and had been squatting here for a long time.

Watching a girl being carried away by an ambulance, observing students coming and going crazily, seeing bizarre wasps, both foxes were a bit baffled...

What on earth are these guys doing?

Are they all trying to snatch the Immortal Grass scattered outside Fox Mountain?

That is absolutely impossible!

The master said this Immortal Grass is a bit troublesome, so they should stay quiet and wait.

"Huh?"

Black Gloves opened the Small Bronze Medicine Box, took out an ice pop, and stuffed it into Flying Legs’ paw. Then he took out another ice pop and put it in his own mouth.

Instantly feeling cool and sweet in his mouth, it was really delicious and comfortable!

The fox’s face showed a smile, its mouth curved, and its eyes squinted.

While licking the ice pop, Black Gloves adjusted the small Medicine Bottle hanging on his chest... This was given to him by the master before departure, a must-have Life-saving Medicine Bottle for missions from Fox Mountain. Flying Legs also had one hanging around his neck. Currently, these things are not abundant at Fox Mountain, with only about a dozen in total. The master said it’s best to have more in the future so that every disciple can have one.

At some point, dark clouds drifted in, blocking the sunlight and casting shadows. The clouds grew more numerous and dense, making the crossroads dimmer.

All traffic heading here was blocked, and no vehicles were passing through. Only the incessant cicada noise, "chirp, chirp," filled the crossroad.

Swoosh...

A row of more than a dozen official cars pulled over and parked by the roadside.

Alighting from the cars were Committee Member Gu Lin, Professor Zhang in a white coat, Wu Qingyun in armor, along with dozens of veteran Immortal Technique Committee members and various experts. Xue Yong sneakily mingled in the group, his eyes flickering, thinking about something unknown.

Professor Zhang’s expression was not as relaxed and cheerful as Committee Member Gu Lin’s; he looked quite solemn!

He was communicating with the Ancient Immortal in his mind.

"Master, is there no other way?

"We have to resort to such a risky method to lure out the Immortal Grass?"

In his mind, the young Ancient Immortal with a big brain sat leisurely by a bonfire, roasting his elongated hands.

His demeanor was graceful, and his tone was casual.

"As you wish.

"You can choose not to fish if you don’t want to.

"But... this Immortal Grass is not exactly a benign thing, haha.

"You might want to investigate whether incidents often occur in this place?"

Incidents?

Professor Zhang looked at the crossroads, then at Committee Member Gu Lin.

"Could you make a call to check if incidents commonly happen at this intersection?"

Committee Member Gu Lin immediately took out his phone and began to inquire. As he listened to the voice on the other end, his expression grew increasingly peculiar. After hanging up, he looked at Professor Zhang.

"Indeed!

"This intersection... has a slight eerie vibe and is prone to car accidents.

"There are about a dozen car accidents here every year.

"In fact, many rectifications have been made... The view-obstructing buildings were demolished, the greenery was cleared, and even larger traffic lights were installed, but apparently with little effect.

"The veteran traffic cops all know it’s an eerie place, and taxi drivers are generally reluctant to pass through this intersection."

Professor Zhang gazed at the cold gray asphalt road, observed a dry bloodstain by the roadside, and then looked up at the sky thick with clouds... This Immortal Grass — something doesn’t seem right?

In his mind, he conversed with the Ancient Immortal.

"Could it be that the Immortal Grass also does bad things?"

The Ancient Immortal sneered.

"Why wouldn’t it?

"Um... or say, how do you define bad things?

"The Immortal Grass merely follows its instincts, releases a little hallucinogenic breath, creates some accidental bloodshed, and drinks some blood... It doesn’t think it’s doing bad things at all."

Releasing hallucinogenic breaths?

Creating bloodshed?

Professor Zhang understood now, the frequent accidents here indeed had a reason... this underground Immortal Grass was causing trouble?

Committee Member Gu Lin realized something was wrong too, approached and asked.

"Are the frequent accidents related to the Immortal Grass?

"Our excavators are on the way, but isn’t one too few? Should we bring more?"

Professor Zhang shook his head.

"It can’t be unearthed.

"We’ll have to fish it!"

Committee Member Gu Lin was taken aback.

Fish?

What do you mean?

How do you fish?

...

In the dormitory hall at Fox Mountain.

A group of foxes accompanied their master, all looking at the white mist floating in the air, watching the scene inside the mist.

Each of them held an ice pop, licking it while keeping their eyes wide open.

It felt like this mission seemed quite thrilling!

Bai Mo patted the plump head of White Tail beside him, his emotions were mixed.

From the feedback from the plant machine, this Immortal Grass might have a thousand-year lifespan. It couldn’t be unearthed; it could only be fished.

A thousand years sounds easy to say, but in reality, it’s long and heavy.

During those thousand years, the seas have changed into mulberry fields, the clouds have turned into dogs, dynasties have risen and fallen, and the human world has changed its face... An Immortal Grass that has existed for a thousand years can’t be considered with common sense.

Over a thousand years, it could grow countless mycelium strands, with them growing densely, branching and spanning vertically and horizontally, spreading underground over a radius of ten thousand meters!

The most troublesome part is, the countless mycelium strands spreading over an area of ten thousand meters are irrelevant to it...

Every hundred years, it can grow an extra main root.

Every thousand years, it can grow an extra fungal flower.

With the fungal flower, it gains the ability to shuttle underground, becoming a ghost that can wander freely within the Earth, no longer constrained by its plant form! Upon sensing a threat, it would abandon its dense mycelium and escape through the Earth with its main root, like a fish into the sea or a tiger into the deep mountains, disappearing without a trace.

"It can’t be unearthed; it can only be fished."

...

Professor Zhang frowned, looking at the asphalt road beneath his feet, seeing it stretch into the distance, seeing the office buildings afar.

"Over hundreds? Thousands of years? How many people has this so-called Immortal Grass harmed in such a long time?

"If it continues, who knows how many more will be inexplicably harmed, how many will die a muddled death.

"What the Immortal Technique Committee seeks is nothing but good health for all.

"While it hasn’t caused a major disaster, now is the best opportunity to deal with it.

"Then let’s fish it."

Excavators were already at the site, digging a dozen pits on the road surface as directed, removing the asphalt and stones, exposing the deep yellow soil underneath.

Professor Zhang personally stood in one of the pits.

Then he directed a dozen Sequence Nine Immortal Technique Committee members to each stand in a pit.

He put on a smile.

"It’s a tough job today for everyone!

"I’ll treat everyone to a meal afterward to replenish nutrition.

"The young comrade here is Xue Yong? The martial arts genius from West State City? Haha, you’re also fishing?

"I’ll help you apply for a promotion afterward."

A sudden cold wind blew from afar, shaking the leaves on the roadside trees, and the clouds in the sky grew denser.

By the roadside, on the branches, Black Gloves and Flying Legs squatted quietly, their small and large fox eyes full of big and small doubts, weren’t these people here to dig up the Immortal Grass? What are they standing there for?

But they saw the dozen people in the pits each pull out a short knife with their right hand, and then surprisingly grip the blade with their left hand!

Black Gloves frowned... Doesn’t it hurt for them?

Yet those dozen people suddenly pulled the blade out from their tightly clenched hands!

Flying Legs opened his mouth... What are they trying to do?

He watched the dozen people in the pits, indeed bleeding from the cuts, crouching down without fear of dirt or infection, and pressing their bloody hands onto the soil!

The blood flowed, soaking into the soil.

Professor Zhang frowned, feeling it was rather painful... but he endured it, pressed his wound firmly onto the soil, even intentionally stretching the wound open a bit to let more blood flow out.

"Everyone, bear with it a little.

"We are all cultivators, our bodies are strong enough.

"And our medical staff are ready at any time, ensuring everyone’s safety."