Dashing Student Chapter 1377 1377: Battle with the Poison Pattern Clam

A delightful surprise arrived for Chen Nan with the Immortal Dynasty Jade Seal. Even though the Immortal Hall and the Spirit Medicine Garden were the only remnants, he was already quite content.

A brief period of tidying in the Spirit Medicine Garden transformed it into an excellent spirit field, and remarkably, the Xuanyuan Immortal Embryo Fruit Tree remained standing.

"If only a formation existed to accelerate the flow of time, the spiritual medicines in this garden could mature more rapidly," Chen Nan mused with a cheerful fantasy.

After retracting his Divine Soul Power, he moved with a mere thought, entering the Immortal Palace Space. The stone statue tasked with guarding the Immortal Hall remained stationed outside.

This stone statue was now Chen Nan's property; he could even command it to engage in combat. However, its internal spiritual energy was nearly depleted, rendering its power equivalent to that of a Fifth or Sixth-Layer Golden Core Realm cultivator.

It offered him little practical assistance.

Now, post-collapse, the Immortal Palace Space had achieved complete stability, no longer prone to disintegration due to cultivation limitations.

Upon entering the Immortal Hall, everything appeared as it once was, with the throne still majestically positioned above. The only difference was the absence of its former occupant.

Chen Nan let out a sigh, divesting himself of all possessions save for a few essentials. He concluded that no location was safer for storage than the Immortal Palace Space.

Subsequently, in the manner of a diligent farmer, he wielded the Sword Chenyuan like a sickle, meticulously clearing the Spirit Medicine Garden situated before the Immortal Hall, eradicating all thorny thickets and unruly weeds.

Ultimately, the spirit field was left with only the solitary Immortal Embryo Fruit Tree.

"Not bad, not bad at all. It was worth the effort."

Chen Nan felt a sense of satisfaction from the spiritual energy imbued within the soil of the spirit field. He even proceeded to replant several complete spiritual medicines into the Spirit Medicine Garden.

The inherent quality of this Spirit Medicine Garden was exceptionally high, having once served as the Immortal Dynasty's own Spirit Medicine Garden. He was keen to observe if the garden could continue to nurture such potent spiritual medicines.

Having concluded these tasks, Chen Nan exited the Immortal Palace Space. With a deep inhalation, the Jade Seal rapidly diminished in size before soaring into his mouth, eventually settling within his Dantian.

Beneath the Jianmu, a Jade Seal manifested.

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Approximately seventy miles offshore from Golden Sun Island, Jiang Han and Wen Ling, flanked by several other cultivators, were engaged in a siege against a formidable Sea Beast known as the Poison Pattern Clam.

The Poison Pattern Clam was an immense creature, its shell spanning over three zhangs in both length and width, adorned with peculiar black and purple patterns that lent it a truly strange appearance.

Jiang Han's demeanor was frigid as mana surged through her physique, instantaneously forming razor-sharp ice spikes around her. These projectiles hurtled through the air with an ear-splitting shriek.

The surface of the ocean instantly succumbed to a layer of ice, accompanied by a spreading wave of frigid air. The Poison Pattern Clam reacted with remarkable speed, clamping its shell shut with resonant "clang, clang" sounds as the ice spikes impacted and shattered harmlessly against its surface.

Even the most piercing ice spikes failed to leave so much as a scratch on the formidable shell.

"Vine Dragon!"

Wen Ling also wore a grave expression, uttering a command as verdant vines rapidly sprouted from her body, weaving together to form a formidable green vine dragon at her side.

The vine dragon let out a fierce roar and charged with immense force towards the Poison Pattern Clam below. However, the clam remained utterly immobile, its shell clamped shut with unwavering resolve.

With a thunderous impact, the vine dragon collided with the shell. Its immense power succeeded in fracturing the frozen surface of the sea, yet the clam's shell itself remained entirely unharmed.

The other cultivators unleashed their own magical attacks, but to the Poison Pattern Clam, these efforts felt no more significant than a mere tickle.

Wen Ling let out a soft sigh, "Our strength is still insufficient; attempting to subdue the Poison Pattern Clam is beyond our current capabilities. We should disengage and retreat for now."

Thanks to the cultivation resources Chen Nan had previously bestowed upon them, Jiang Han and Wen Ling's cultivation bases had progressed at an astonishing rate. They had both attained the First-Layer Golden Core Realm, truly reaping the rewards of their diligent efforts.

However, the valuable resources provided by Chen Nan were finite and would eventually be depleted. This reality compelled Jiang Han and Wen Ling to hunt sea beasts as a means to acquire further cultivation resources.

Their previous targets had consisted solely of sea beasts within the Foundation Establishment Realm, a feat they had consistently accomplished. This time, however, their ambition led them to greedily set their sights on hunting a First-Layer Golden Core Realm Poison Pattern Clam.

Upon confronting the Poison Pattern Clam directly, they came to a stark realization: their prior successes against sea beasts were largely attributable to their superior cultivation level. When pitted against demon beasts of equivalent realms, they found themselves utterly outmatched.

Despite their desperate desire to escape, the enraged Poison Pattern Clam offered no such reprieve. It wrenched open its shell and abruptly unleashed a vast cloud of virulent purple poison, which advanced menacingly across the water.

Even the seawater that became contaminated by the poisonous miasma began to bubble and froth with a disturbing purple hue.

"Exercise extreme caution, retreat immediately!"

Wen Ling's countenance turned exceedingly serious as she instantly projected a verdant luminescence, akin to a protective shield, enveloping the other female cultivators. The moment the poisonous fog made contact with the shield, a considerable aperture was rapidly corroded through its surface.

"Vile beast, perish!"

Upon witnessing this, Jiang Han swiftly formed hand seals. Icy air surged forth, solidifying into an ice wall that narrowly contained the rampant poisonous fog.

Next, a longsword radiating a profound chill detached from her waist. The frigid air condensed instantly, transforming the flying sword into a colossal ice bird that plunged fiercely into the miasma.

As the ice bird made contact, a sharp, corrosive sound echoed, sending shivers of dread down one's spine. By the time it broke through the fog, its wings had already been significantly eroded.

The bird shrieked, and with a flash of cold light from its beak, the flying sword shot forward, directly assaulting the clam's gaping maw.

Though the clam's shell boasted formidable defenses, its interior was remarkably vulnerable; a successful strike would undoubtedly inflict serious harm.

However, Jiang Han had underestimated the Poison Pattern Clam. Just as the flying sword was poised to enter the clam's opening, the shells snapped shut with a resounding thud, trapping the sword and rendering it immobile.

Moreover, Jiang Han perceived the spiritual essence of her flying sword rapidly depleting, as the Poison Pattern Clam's venom proved a formidable challenge even for a Seventh Grade Spiritual Artifact.

"Let's retreat!"

A flicker of regret crossed Jiang Han's face, as the flying sword was one of her favorites. Yet, she recognized the grave danger posed by the Poison Pattern Clam, deeming it unwise to risk numerous lives for a single weapon.

As she turned to depart, a poison arrow streaked from behind with lightning-fast speed.

"Senior Sister, evade quickly!"

Wen Ling's eyes widened in alarm as she urgently warned her companion, simultaneously channeling the vines from her body to form a protective barrier for Jiang Han.

By the time Jiang Han detected the threat, evasion was impossible. She could only contort her body to minimize the impact on vital areas.

With a dull thud, the poison arrow embedded itself in her flesh. The wound immediately turned a stark black, and a wave of dizziness washed over Jiang Han, causing her to sway precariously, nearly falling into the sea below.

The Poison Pattern Clam pried open its shell once more, unleashing another poison arrow aimed at the female cultivators still at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Leave this place immediately!"

Wen Ling's heart pounded with urgency as she sent forth a vine, striking the oncoming poison arrow with the force of a hardened spike.

A faint smile touched her lips, a sense of relief washing over her. Unexpectedly, however, upon impact, the poison arrow shattered, erupting into a cloud of toxic gas.

In mere moments, several female cultivators were enveloped by the poisonous mist, and they plummeted lifelessly from mid-air.