"Today is suitable for establishing the foundation..."
After sending away the small ginseng spirit, Little Qing, Fang Xing returned to his wooden house and arranged for four paper men to stand guard, setting up traps with black snakes and cold ants.
Only then did he sit cross-legged and begin to silently channel the Green Wood Skill, seeking that fleeting spiritual opportunity that had just appeared.
"By a stroke of fate, nature creates... this is the state most suited for establishing the Dao Foundation as described in the technique..."
"Even without any prior preparation, there is a thirty percent increase in breakthrough chances."
"Not to mention, with my refinement of 'Mixed Element Dragon Snake Qi,' another ten to twenty percent may be added..."
"And with this Dao Foundation's spiritual object, I am assured ten-out-of-ten success."
In Fang Xing's hand, an eye-sized red ginseng seed appeared, which he swallowed in one gulp.
Gulp!
