The villagers seemed completely relieved about Sanquan's injury, but Motoo was a little apprehensive. If his spiritual power is still there, he can easily use his spiritual power to sort out Li Sanquan's muscles and veins, so that he can get better quickly; but his spiritual power is not there, he can only use herbs to ensure that the wound will not deteriorate and pus, and the reason why Liu Li was able to be intact at the beginning was also due to the auxiliary treatment of the divine doctor Li Wu in medicine.

Mortal herbs cannot grow into elixirs because they cannot absorb more aura. But this does not prevent them from being useful to mortals. When he was in the Rejuvenation Hall of Yuwangbu, Mu Wei once explained in detail to Yuanwei how to identify and use many herbs, and Yuanwei never forgot it.

There are few tall trees around Shangdian Village, but those bushes are also where herbs grow, so Motoo decided to go out and look for medicine.

Li Fulai and his wife did not agree with Yuanwei going out alone at first, they felt that Yuanwei dragged a stump leg and was unable to move at all, and if he encountered a mountain beast such as a coyote in the wild, he would not even have the ability to protect himself.

But they couldn't resist Motoo's insistence, and after specially preparing a thorn basket and a sharp sickle for him, they watched him disappear outside the village with a worried face.

The valley where Shangdian Village is located runs north-south, the valley stone walls are steep and dangerous, and there are hundreds of narrow forks hidden in the valley, so the terrain is very complicated.

Yuan Wei went out of the village to find a forked valley, and when he turned back and could no longer see the shadow of the small village, he took a big stride and galloped away, leaving shallow nests on the rocks like dragonflies. You must know that after many years of cultivation, Yuanwei already has a body several times stronger than that of mortals, although he is lame, although he does not have any spiritual power, he can still walk like flying.

At this time, it is late autumn, and the shrubs are basically withered and yellowed, and it is difficult to see green on the flat valley floor. The goats grazed by the villagers are able to move up and down the steep rock walls to feed, so that even on the sunny valley cliffs, there are occasional remnants of green.

The common hemostatic grass and bone vine generally grow on the sunny stone wall, although Yuanwei soon found a few plants, but the steep mountain wall goes straight up and down more than ten zhang, and there is no foothold. If this was before, you could easily get there by stepping on the spirit feather, but now Yuanwei only has the share of Wangyao Xing.

Motoo was not one to give up easily, he took a scythe and picked up some sturdy bark, and then rubbed a long rope with his hands. With the rope in hand, he found a slightly gentle place to climb to the top of the valley.

This was the first time that Motoo had climbed from the bottom of the valley to the top of the valley, and when he had just shown half of his head, a gust of wind struck, and the gravel hit his head like raindrops, and his mouth and nose were instantly filled with dust.

Motoo hesitated for a moment, but still slumped over to the edge of the valley wall. He tied the rope to the stone at the top of the valley and then grabbed the rope and hung down.

This method was indeed feasible, and Motoo quickly collected a few useful herbs, but just as he was beaming, the improvised rope was overwhelmed and broke directly from the middle.

Motoo was in a hurry, he reached out to grab the protruding stones on the stone wall, but only broke the weathered rocks, and he tried to insert the snake staff into the rock wall to stop his body from falling, but he could only scratch a few shallow white marks on the stone wall.

"It's over, it's time to suffer again!" Motoo lamented.

But at the moment when he was about to land, his body subconsciously pounced forward, and the Xuanhu transformation that he had almost forgotten was instantly unfolded, and Yuanwei turned into a colorful Xuanhu.

Xuanhu has rough skin and thick flesh, of course, it is impossible to suffer any damage, but at the same time as turning into Xuanhu, the spiritual power of He Qing, who was already unusually quiet and lazy in the spiritual vein, suddenly became irritable. As if under some threat, the spiritual power fled in all directions in the Yuanwei spiritual vein, extremely hideous. The fierceness of that spiritual power was something that Yuan Wei couldn't withstand at all, even if he was incarnated as a Xuanhu. Like thousands of sharp blades cutting their own muscles and flesh at the same time, thousands of sharp voices shouting in their ears, and thousands of poisonous snakes devouring in their own consciousness, the pain of Motowei is unimaginable.

Xuanhu went berserk, roaring in the valley, slamming its head against everything around it. Huge potholes immediately appeared in the hard stone wall, and the whole valley was in shambles.

"Calm down, calm down!" Motoo struggled to keep a glimmer of clarity in his consciousness that had been furious by the pain, he was afraid that he would fall back into a coma because of the rage, and if so, he didn't know how long it would take to recover, and how anxious and disappointed Li Fulai and his family and the elders of Shangdian Village would be.

After tossing a stick of incense for a while, Motoo finally stood up while his spiritual power was a little calmer and returned to his original appearance. Sure enough, with his transformation, that spiritual power instantly settled down, and became calm and lazy again.

However, the time of this incense stick brought great damage to Motoo's body and consciousness, and although the skin engraved with paper lines did not leave any wound and blood marks, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and even his pores were oozing traces of blood. Genwei couldn't look inside himself, and he knew by feeling that the bones on his body were broken a few more times. Compared to the physical pain, the damage to the divine consciousness was obviously more serious, and Motoo's head was splitting, and the strong feeling of exhaustion made him curl up in a corner of the valley and fall asleep.

By the time Yuanwei woke up, it was already full of stars. The late autumn night was bitterly chilly, and he looked around to find a dozen half-man-tall coyotes standing on the top of the valley, their green eyes staring straight at him.

Coyotes are the only creatures in this land that live in the windswept sand of the valley tops, and they even surpass humans as the top of the food chain here.

Yuanwei's Xuanhu Transformation is the Tiger King's practice of breaking clouds, so he has the supreme majesty of the Tiger King on his body, and those mountain beasts who have not opened their minds dare not approach at all under the oppression of this majesty, but just watch from afar.

Yuanwei naturally knows the mystery of this, but he has been reduced to two seasons of mountains since he was a child, and it is by relying on the mountain beasts that he survived, so he has a particularly close relationship with the mountain beasts.

"Come here, come here!" Motoo beckoned at the coyote.

As if they had known each other for a long time, the coyotes happily rushed down the valley floor and spun around in front of him, looking very affectionate, and a young wolf cub fell asleep in Motowei's arms.

Feeling the special body temperature of the coyote, Motoo fell into deep thought. He didn't understand why the spiritual power in his body would become so manic after turning into a Xuanhu, could it be that He Qing would be so domineering, not only to reduce himself to a mortal but also to make himself suffer all the time?

Yuan Wei was a little gloomy, he subconsciously went to operate the spiritual power in the spiritual vein, but he almost jumped up with joy.

After a period of tossing just now, Yuan Wei happily discovered that he had actually produced a trace of his own spiritual power in his spiritual veins! Where did this spiritual power come from? Yuan Wei was sure that he had never devoured a little spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy around Shangdian Village was lacking, so there was almost no possibility of cultivation. Since spiritual power is not the transformation of spiritual energy, it must be the transformation of He Qing's spiritual power!

He Qing wanted to destroy Yuanwei's spiritual vein and turn him into a mortal, but he didn't expect that Yuanwei's spiritual vein was engraved with a paper pattern, but even so, the domineering spiritual power was like a poisonous snake scurrying around at first, devouring all of Yuanwei's own spiritual power;

Maybe it was the majesty of Xuanhu's body that disturbed He Qing's spiritual power? Perhaps it was Xuanhu's own strong physique that was devouring He Qing's spiritual power, which caused the spiritual power to go berserk? However, he knew that if all this was true, and he had a way to recover his spiritual power and continue his cultivation, that method was to turn into a Xuanhu and devour He Qing's spiritual power little by little and turn it into his own! He also knew that this devouring process was extremely painful, and if he was not careful, he would lose his spiritual wisdom and become a fool again! This process was like flesh and blood sharpening on a rough whetstone, and only by persevering could he use his toughness to smooth the whetstone and sharpen true steel!

Although this trace of spiritual power is weak, it is like a light in the darkness, giving Yuan Wei direction and strength. He was in a cheerful mood, the snake staff swept in front of him, and a faint blue halo appeared in front of him, and Motowei carefully moved the snake staff, landing the halo on the body of the wolf cub in his arms, the wolf cub woke up from sleep, it blinked its narrow triangular eyes, and looked dazed and ignorant.