Ling Feng regretted not asking Shen He sooner, thus wasting so much time on pointless endeavors. His inexperience was truly showing.
"Wait, that's not right. Time is static within my system space. Anything placed there remains as it was the moment it entered, so it's not impossible to preserve things."
Ling Feng suddenly had an idea: he could use the water-controlling immortal techniques he learned from Lord of Water, Master of Mountains, to quickly gather a large amount of morning dew in one go, then store it in his system space. If he wanted to drink it later, he could just retrieve it.
If Lord of Water, Master of Mountains, knew that Ling Feng was using the immortal arts he taught him to collect morning dew, he would likely be furious. He might even go as far as to conjure a small mountain to bury Ling Feng, saving on funeral expenses.
While Ling Feng was deep in thought, Shen He, seeing his dejected expression, mistook it for disappointment and offered a reminder, "If something contains immortal energy or spiritual energy from heaven and earth, it can preserve the morning dew for a longer time."
"Spiritual energy from heaven and earth?" Ling Feng blinked in surprise.
After finishing the morning dew in her bowl, Shen He nodded, "For example, my master's Serenitea Pot. It maintains a flow of immortal energy within, which allows the morning dew to be preserved for a longer period."
"Similar to the Serenitea Pot?" Ling Feng recalled the hidden Spirit Nurturing Pot in his dantian. Wasn't that similar to the Serenitea Pot, just with a smaller internal space?
After a moment of contemplation,
Ling Feng shook his head. The Spirit Nurturing Pot was a treasure he used to maintain weapons and enhance the efficacy of elixirs; there was no way he would use it to store morning dew.
However, he did have something else that contained spiritual energy.
With a wave of his hand, Ling Feng took out several Spirit Nurturing Woods from his system space and scattered them on the ground. These were "junk" he had uncontrollably drawn in the world of Fox Spirit, and he had no use for them in his spatial storage.
Now, they finally had a purpose. He planned to craft some wooden barrels. For someone skilled in mechanical arts like him, this was not a difficult task. However, it wasn't the right time. It was already late, and the sun's rosy glow had already illuminated half the sky. If he waited any longer, he wouldn't be able to collect the morning dew with its sweetest taste.
Ling Feng poured the expired dew from the wooden bucket at the base of a few trees, watering them, and then placed the empty bucket on the ground.
"Water Control!"
True qi flowed from Ling Feng's fingertips as he formed a hand seal. A blue Eight Trigrams formation quickly appeared. With a thought, Ling Feng manipulated it, and countless droplets of morning dew from the grass within a ten-meter radius slowly floated up and automatically entered the wooden bucket.
Soon, the morning dew filled three-quarters of the bucket.
"That's enough, so much."
Seeing this, Ling Feng stopped casting the spell, stored the bucket whose lid he had discarded into his system space, and then walked towards the several Spirit Nurturing Woods he had taken out earlier. As he walked, he retrieved the Dragon's Roar in the Sheath from the Spirit Nurturing Pot.
Using the Dragon's Roar in the Sheath as an axe, Ling Feng bent down and began to work busily. Shen He, watching from the side, was curious about what Ling Feng was doing, but seeing his focused expression, she did not approach to ask.
After surveying the surroundings, Shen He walked towards a nearby grove.
Ling Feng worked for about ten minutes before stopping his actions, letting out a breath, and looking with satisfaction at the five wooden barrels in front of him. He brushed away the wood shavings on the Dragon's Roar in the Sheath with his sleeve, then put it back into the Spirit Nurturing Pot.
These five wooden barrels were not ordinary. They had a circulation of spiritual energy within them, which could excellently preserve the freshness and shelf life of food and other items.
After pouring the collected morning dew into one of the barrels, Ling Feng covered it and then stored them all back into his system space.
Just then, Shen He also emerged from the grove, holding a large pile of fruits. The two returned to the campfire where they had rested the previous night and began to eat their breakfast.
After a simple breakfast, Ling Feng and Shen He began their respective cultivation. Shen He's and Ling Feng's cultivation methods were somewhat similar, a breathing technique called the Great Cavernous Myriad Luo Venerable Method.
After cultivating it, one could perceive many things, such as the flow of immortal energy, hidden immortal arts, and the opponent's weak points. In other words, it was a cultivation of observation, although it was still linked to one's own strength.
After nine o'clock, the sun had completely risen, hanging in the sky like a baked flatbread.
Ling Feng and Shen He withdrew from their cultivation state and walked to the edge of the clearing, gazing into the distance. However, unlike yesterday, they did not spot anyone being attacked by monsters.
"Senior Sister, why don't we go take a look at Wangshu Inn?" Ling Feng recalled the lights of Wangshu Inn he had seen last night. Even from such a distance, they could see its flickering glow, which suggested that Wangshu Inn was likely not ordinary in size or height.
"Alright." Shen He nodded. There was nothing to do now, and they wouldn't actively seek trouble with monsters unless they caused harm.
They decided to go, and the two set off towards Wangshu Inn.
Halfway there, the sky suddenly turned dark. Ling Feng and Shen He stopped their journey and looked up. They saw that the sky ahead was filled with dark clouds, and they could faintly discern rain falling within. Lightning flashed intermittently.
The dark clouds slowly drifted towards them. Seeing this, Shen He took out an oil-paper umbrella and opened it, shielding them both.
However, Ling Feng's attention was not on this matter. His attention was entirely focused on the flashes of lightning that sporadically appeared in the torrential rain.
He was worried about the lack of lightning for his Thunder Body Tempering technique. His current body tempering was stuck at the Great Perfection stage, unable to progress further. All it needed was a bolt of lightning to break through that bottleneck. Now, an opportunity had presented itself.
Lightning in nature was much weaker than heavenly tribulations, unless it was special lightning. Ordinary lightning was better than nothing.
However, the current problem was how to ensure that the lightning struck him precisely and without fail.
If others knew Ling Feng's thoughts at this moment, they would likely ridicule him.
They were all thinking about how to avoid the thunderstorm, afraid of being struck and killed by lightning. Yet, Ling Feng was thinking about how to get struck by lightning. The lightning that others feared, he, conversely, became excited about.
"What's wrong?" Shen He, with her keen observation, noticed Ling Feng's abnormality and asked.
"Senior Sister, do you know how to get struck by lightning?" Ling Feng blurted out, for no apparent reason.
Shen He: ??? [・_・?]
Shen He frowned and placed her hand on Ling Feng's forehead, as if to check if he had a fever. Why was he talking nonsense all of a sudden? Why would a normal person want to be struck by lightning? They would try to avoid it at all costs.
Feeling Shen He's hand on his forehead, Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly.
He knew that Shen He thought he was delirious from a fever and was talking nonsense. He quickly explained, "This is a cultivation method of mine. I use lightning to temper my physical body."
"Is that really true?" Shen He looked at Ling Feng with suspicion.
"Of course it's true. I wouldn't go looking for trouble for no reason, would I?" Facing Shen He's suspicious gaze, Ling Feng nodded repeatedly, feeling somewhat helpless.
However, Shen He still did not believe him immediately. It took Ling Feng a lot of effort to convince her of his words. But Ling Feng did not dislike this feeling. At least, he felt that Shen He was concerned about him, as wanting to be struck by lightning was indeed rather outlandish.