Phoenix Destroyer
3. Fire Ant Poison

Fire ants are included in poisonous insects. The toxicity is so low that anyone bitten, provided they have targeted detoxification drugs, can be cured immediately.

Feng Mo immediately took out his alchemy furnace and used the suppression in blood to gather a flock of fire Ants.

What made Feng Mo even more surprised was that the Fire Ant King had mutated.

Gathering a flock of ants, Feng Mo immediately tidied up his luggage and returned to his Courtyard.

Now all Feng Mo had to do was extract the poison present on the Fire Ants to use to make medicinal bath soup.

But other than that, Feng Mo had to add some spiritual grass to soften the poison levels in the medicinal soup.

If it is not neutralized, the poison will directly attack the body even before it can be used to cultivate.

Feng Mo had had a shadow about some spiritual grass that would be used to neutralize.

Merely, all those spiritual grasses Feng Mo did not know a single one of them.

The inheritance he had gained only gave him an idea of its shape. As for the other characteristics, there is no.

There is no point in just staying silent. Feng Mo thought of one place he could visit.

Clan library.

The clan library was at a very close place to the training ground.

Usually the clan children who had just started cultivating gathered together to learn to fight. However, the demons were cultivating the fight.

In the territory of the demon race fighting was common.

It was just that Feng Mo did not want to meet the others. He didn't want to show anyone the color of his fur.

Some demons when fighting, they will use their original form.

To reach where the library was, Feng Mo needed to fly by himself.

Usually Feng Mo did not need to use his demonic form. He only used it in moments of urgency.

Like being bullied by other kids. Feng Mo was going to use his demonic form to hide.

Its black color makes it able to hide in dim places. It was just that after changing shape, Feng Mo would feel weakness for a few days.

Now Feng Mo had successfully entered cultivation so that that little weakness could be resolved by meditating.

After determining the plan, Feng Mo chose the afternoon to visit the library. He also planned to stay for a few days in search of other information about the poison.

Feng Mo swept everything in his room into the storage bin. Only an empty shell.

Then he meditated to gather spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in the air slowly entered into Feng Mo's body.

When the sun started to set, Feng Mo prepared to leave.

Pure black feathers flew about when Feng Mo changed shape.

His black body made him misunderstood as a crow. Feng Mo spread out his two wings and rushed flying into space.

Flying is the instinct of every bird. Even if Feng Mo rarely changed shape, instinct taught him how to flap his wings.

In the dark night in the forest, Feng Mo flew low among the tree leaves. After flying for an incense stick, Feng Mo looked at a building.

Feng Mo landed on a tree not far away.

Returning to human form, Feng Mo looked at the library's nameplate. The building was called Haotian Pavilion.

"Who's there?!" A voice sounded from within the pavilion.

Feng Mo walked out from the outskirts of the forest and entered the pavilion.

"Junior Feng Mo saluted to the Elder." Feng Mo greeted the only person guarding the pavilion.

The elder snorted. "What are you doing out here tonight?"

"Junior wanted to find a book on spiritual grass, being so excited that junior forgot about time."

"Huh, go find it yourself, don't bother me."

"Yes the Elder."

The advantage of being ignored by others, Feng Mo could do whatever he wanted.

No one will care. Even if he used the library floor as a bed.

After all there was nothing too important within the Haotian Pavilion. Only the collection of books that the previous generation had obtained from the outside. Or a collection of cultivation experiences of some parents.

It took a long time for Feng Mo to find books on spiritual grass.

The spiritual grass was divided into nine levels. From level one to level nine, it was further divided into the lower classes, the middle classes, and the upper classes.

All Feng Mo needed now was only first-rate spiritual grass. According to his cultivation method.

Feng Mo's Cheat Cultivation was divided into six parts.

But if he could master the first part, even his cultivation level could rival a demon of the fifth level. Or equivalent to a God Transforming stage cultivator.

Feng Mo was too excited so he collected all the books on spiritual grass that he could see.

Not to forget also the books that discuss the poison of the world. Feng Mo placed the book at the very bottom.

Each cultivator had a different cultivation method. Still, every secret still had to be kept secret.

Feng Mo had known that common sense a long time ago.

Feng Mo found a place in the corner, which no one would find easily. Then immerse yourself in the knowledge.

"Feng Mo has been inside Haotian Pavilion in these few weeks."

"What's he doing?"

"He has read a book about spiritual grass."

"Yes, you can continue your work."

"Yes, Patriarch!"

The patriarch of the phoenix clan was now in his personal space.

It had been nearly a thousand years since he had received Feng Mo's egg, he had stopped concentrating on cultivating.

Other than the person who gave Feng Mo's eggs to him, the Patriarch knew nothing more about Feng Mo.

The Patriarch wanted to see what was special about Feng Mo so some people bothered to give it to him, but after the eggs hatched, the Patriarch had lost his interest.

Unfortunately after that, he could no longer enter concentration.

There was a feeling that made him have to continue to pay attention to Feng Mo's state.

As a half ascension cultivator, the Patriarch was well aware of his intuition. So he had to make people pay attention to Feng Mo's whereabouts every few days.

But no matter what happened, the Patriarch would not interfere in Feng Mo's growth. He turned a blind eye to all the oppression he was getting.

This was the life of a cultivator.

The strong eat the weak.

After so many days of immersing himself within the pavilion, Feng Mo finally finished his reading.

He decided to start looking for spiritual grass to use as a medicinal bath soup.

It takes at least some first-rate spiritual grass. Which is still cost effective.

Feng Mo could obtain it by searching outside the complex territory of the palace.

Feng Mo had been in and out of the forest on the outskirts of the territory. Maybe he could go further inside.

Feng Mo walked out of the pavilion before being stopped by the elder.

"Don't know what the Elder is asking?"

The elder pouted. "Have you come back before?"

Feng Mo shook his head, hesitating.

"Your night is burning."

Feng Mo's face paled. "What-what's going on?"

"Your page burned a few days ago."

Feng Mo dazed for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Thank you Elder for the information, junior will leave first."

"Go."

Feng Mo left staggered then turned into his original form and flew as fast as he could.

What Feng Mo saw as soon as he returned were ruins.

The house he had lived in for fifteen years had turned into black ruins.

Anger almost filled his chest. Feng Mo felt trembling as he held back emotions.

Even if he doesn't like living in it. That dilapidated page has been overshadowing it for years.

It was that courtyard that still made Feng Mo feel a sense of belonging towards the clan that exiled him.

Butwhy?

Why destroy his only possession?

Feng Mo stood staggered, staring at the blue sky above. Then walk slowly towards the exit of the territory.

Because no one wants him, why else would he stay here.