As soon as it dawned the next day, Qin Han carried Qin Yuqing and walked towards the mountain.
He walked very slowly, carefully looking for requiem plants as he walked, but he was almost at the top of Xiong'er Mountain, and he only found two plants.
"Brother, this Requiem Grass is so hard to find!"
Qin Yuqing said while wiping her brother's sweat.
"Don't worry, I have found some patterns. If my predictions are correct, there will be a gathering place of Requiem Grass not far ahead."
As he spoke, Qin Han quickened his steps and arrived at a small stream after a moment.
"Brother, look, there are so many requiem grasses! There is also a second-grade spiritual grass purple orchid over there!"
Most of the spiritual treasures in Xuanhuang Continent, such as spiritual herbs, spiritual pills, and war soldiers, are divided into grades based on the number of war patterns.
According to legend, war patterns are traces of the Dao. The more war patterns there are, the stronger the Dao charm, and the higher the grade of the treasure.
The requiem grass in front of me has no war marks. It is a low-grade medicinal herb, not even a spiritual herb.
But the purple orchid has two battle patterns and is a second-grade spiritual grass. Even the lowest second-grade spiritual grass can be exchanged for more than a dozen spiritual stones.
But Qin Han didn't even look at the purple orchid, and went straight to the requiem grass.
"There are nearly a hundred Requiem Grasses here. With them, Yuqing's injuries will be relieved for the time being."
Qin Han smiled.
He smiled so happily for the first time in three years!
But just when he reached out to pick the requiem grass with joy, a cold light shot out and went straight to his throat.
Qin Han was startled and jumped back quickly, while keeping Qin Yuqing firmly behind him.
Bang!
A short spear with gleaming cold light penetrated the position where they had just stayed, smashing a stone into pieces!
Qin Han's expression changed. If he hadn't dodged quickly, the stone would have been the fate of himself and his sister.
He looked in the direction where the short spear came from, and suddenly saw a young man in green robes running towards him with a ferocious smile. Before he arrived, a domineering voice could be heard from afar.
"The Longhua City family is here to do business. Anyone who breaks in without permission will die!"
Before he finished speaking, another short spear was thrown out, directly towards Qin Han's face.
Longhua City is the capital of the Longhua Kingdom. Those who can become aristocratic families in the capital are all the top families of the Longhua Kingdom. Compared with them, the Qin family is as different as Yinghuo and Haoyue.
This young man in green robe comes from such a family, no wonder he is so domineering.
A cold light flashed in Qin Han's eyes. He did not hide again this time, but took out the Shura Blood Sword and knocked away the short spear.
The young man in green robe looked surprised.
"Oh? You're pretty strong! You can actually block my young master's short spear. Judging from your clothes, you must be a pariah from Tianhe City, right? In this way, if you kowtow to me ten times and call me grandpa ten times, I will spare you a life.
Damn it, let you go down the mountain!"
The young man was full of energy and was surprisingly a master at the eighth level of the Spiritual Condensation Realm.
With his age and strength, he is definitely the number one genius in Tianhe City.
With his sister by his side, Qin Han didn't want to fight with such a person. He didn't want his sister to have any risk of getting hurt.
Moreover, it was not easy to find this piece of requiem grass, and he did not want it to be destroyed because of the battle.
So he suppressed his anger and said: "Brother, I have no intention of going against you. I need requiem grass to treat my sister's illness. Give me ten breaths. I will go down the mountain immediately after picking these requiem grass!"
"Requiem grass? That's all?"
The young man in green robe pointed at his feet.
"right!"
Qin Han nodded.
The young man in green robe smiled.
Just when Qin Han thought he was about to get out of the way, the young man in green robe raised his foot and stepped hard on the requiem grass, even using his spiritual power to crush it again and again.
In the blink of an eye, the requiem grass on the ground was destroyed by him and turned into a puddle of mud.
While stepping on it, the boy was still smiling ferociously.
"You kowtow obediently when I ask you to do so, and you dare to bargain? Brother? How dare you, a piece of rubbish like you, call me a brother to this young master? Are you worthy? If you don't go against us, and you don't take a piss and take a photo of yourself, what are you doing with me?
Are we qualified to be against him?"
The young man in green robe had a look of disdain on his face, but he didn't notice that Qin Han was already murderous and put Qin Yuqing down on his back.
In order to protect his sister, he didn't want to cause trouble, but this young man kept provoking him and even destroyed his sister's life-saving requiem in front of him. How could he endure this?
"I'll kill your ancestors!"
He roared suddenly, interrupting the green-robed boy's words. At the same time, he summoned the Shura War Spirit to guard Qin Yuqing, and he himself rushed towards the green-robed boy with the Shura Blood Sword.
Zhan Xiu's fighting spirit has two ways of fighting. One is possessed by the fighting spirit that Qin Han used before.
In the possessed state, the war spirit can give the war cultivator some special abilities and increase the war cultivator's strength. The degree of increase is determined by the number of war marks. Each war mark can increase the war cultivator's strength by 10%.
For example, Qin Han's Shura war spirit now has three battle patterns lit up. If possessed, his strength can be increased by 30% in all directions.
But this time he did not let the war spirit possess him, but chose another way of fighting, which was to let the war spirit fight alone, because he needed the Shura spirit to help him protect his sister.
The combat effectiveness of a fighting spirit is determined by three factors: realm, grade and the foundation of the fighting spirit.
Now that Qin Han's cultivation is at the fourth level of the Condensing Spirit Realm, then the realm of the Shura War Soul is also the fourth level of the Condensing Spirit Realm, and the Shura War Soul currently belongs to the third level war soul, both of which are relatively weak.
But he can’t stand up to his powerful background!
With the foundation of the Shura War Soul, even if he faced a sixth or even seventh level warrior in the Condensing Spirit Realm, he would not necessarily lose. Such strength was enough to protect Qin Yuqing.
Without worries, the murderous intention in Qin Han's heart was like a volcano erupting, and he just wanted to tear the green-robed boy into pieces.
Seeing Qin Han with overwhelming murderous intent, the young man in green robe was startled at first, then pointed at his fighting spirit and burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, you have the nerve to show off your low-grade fighting spirit? With such a worthless fighting spirit, you are not even a warrior. How dare you roar in front of me?"
"Greenskin, come on! Bite off his limbs, don't kill him. I'll make this loser wail for three days and three nights before dying!"
While grinning ferociously, the young man in green robe had already summoned his fighting spirit, which was a big green rat, more than a foot long, with fangs growing out of its mouth shining with cold light, looking extremely ferocious!
But the most eye-catching thing is the six war lines between the eyebrows of the green-skinned mouse.
This is actually a sixth-grade war spirit, the same grade as the Qin family leader's war spirit.
The fighting spirit does not have much intelligence, but it is completely obedient to its master's orders.
Following the green-robed boy's order, the green-skinned mouse rushed out, opened its big mouth and bit Qin Han's arm.
The young man in green robe sneered ferociously.
"Trash, have you ever seen a noble sixth-grade fighting spirit? Today I will let you experience the power of a sixth-grade fighting spirit. This is my young master's gift to you. You..."
Before the young man in green robe finished speaking, Qin Han had already collided with the green-skinned mouse.
The next moment, the green-robed boy's eyes suddenly widened, and the sarcasm in his mouth turned into a scream of terror.
"Impossible, how can you, a loser, kill my sixth-grade fighting spirit? You... don't come over!"