The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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The stardust flowing on the wing bone instantly intensified, forming a shimmering, arc-shaped shield.

"嗤啦~"

The jet of highly toxic water struck the starlight shield, sending up plumes of white smoke.

Taking advantage of the moment the shield blocked, Han Ning pecked forward with his beak.

"Pfft!"

As the bird pecked, a flash of deep golden light streaked across its body, first spreading to the big toad.

The spark pierced through the toad's skin and went straight into its body.

The stellar power contained within it erupted from its internal organs.

"Cuck!"

The toad leader shuddered, its dark golden eyes lost their luster, and its body sank to the bottom of the water.

A ball of earthy yellow energy light dissipated and was absorbed by Han Ning.

[Druid growth progress +367, current Lv10, 423/20000]

"Not bad, you can still struggle against me for one round."

Han Ning thought that once he broke through to Lv10, he could easily defeat this toad.

I didn't expect that they would have to release sparks.

However, to be fair, the power of this spark was quite impressive; it instantly killed the toad.

With their leader dead, the remaining toad horde lost their leader and were intimidated by Han Ning's powerful aura. They immediately fell into chaos, scattering and fleeing in all directions, no longer daring to stop them.

Han Ning flapped his wings.

Countless golden flames shot out.

Any toad that gets a spark on its body will shudder, stiffen, and sink to the bottom.

In the blink of an eye, at least eighty or ninety of the hundreds of toads had died.

The rest were also surrounded by the swarm of dragonflies and most of them died.

Seeing Han Ning so cleanly and efficiently defeat his most troublesome enemy, the swarm of six-winged dragonflies let out excited and awe-inspiring hisses.

"Hiss!" The dragonfly leader flew over, its compound eyes fixed intently on Han Ning, then eagerly looking towards the underwater mineral vein.

"Let's begin, dig out those ores," Han Ning commanded telepathically.

The six-winged dragonflies, having received permission, immediately began chirping merrily.

They hovered above the water, their compound eyes gleaming with a faint purple light, seemingly searching for the exact location of the mineral vein.

Once they locked onto their target, the six-winged dragonflies swooped down and sank to the bottom of the water.

They plunged their sharp forelimbs into the crevices of the rock wall and shook wildly.

Hard rocks, under the vibration of their specially constructed limbs, crumbled like soft soil.

The gravel and silt were washed away by the water flow, and soon, pieces of ore of varying sizes, shimmering with a faint purple halo, were picked out by them with their midlimbs or mouthparts.

They are extremely efficient and have a clear division of labor.

One group was responsible for locating and excavating the ore, while the other group was responsible for transporting the excavated ore to a protruding rock on the water's surface.

A small pile of dark ore had accumulated on the rock.

"Transport these ores back to our cave camp," Han Ning ordered the six-winged dragonfly leader, and then led the way.

"Hiss!"

The six-winged dragonfly leader immediately took command of the group.

Dozens of six-winged dragonflies picked up or grabbed the scattered purple minerals and followed behind in a grand procession.

Chapter 169, First Question

Back in the cave, Han Ning tossed several energy crystals he had dug out of the toad's corpse to the treasure-hunting bumblebee.

The little guy excitedly cooed and, clutching the crystal, burrowed headfirst into his wicker bag, leaving only his round bottom sticking out and wiggling excitedly.

"Hissing and rustling."

Han Ning looked at the six-winged dragonfly leader and released his spiritual power:

"Leave a few men behind to facilitate future communication and ore transportation."

The six-winged dragonfly leader pointed out five relatively strong dragonflies, which folded their wings and lay quietly on the floor, behaving very obediently.

The remaining dragonflies, led by their leader, returned to the dark mine.

"This kind of dragonfly seems to be a pretty good means of transportation... I wonder how much a single one can carry."

“It seems feasible to organize a small airlift unit.” Han Ning stroked his chin, looking at the five dragonflies lying on the ground.

I plan to make some rattan bags to hang under them for transporting supplies.

Carrying another person on your back doesn't seem to be a problem...

"Shuffle..."

The five dragonflies, being watched by Han Ning, fidgeted nervously.

"Thanks, buddy." Han Ning looked away and patted the furry head of the treasure-hunting bee.

"Coo~" The treasure-hunting bee shook the twig in its hand, indicating that it would only call for such a good thing again in the future!

"no problem!"

After seeing the treasure-hunting bees off, Han Ning turned to Professor Ye and handed him a fist-sized, dark ore with a ghostly purple sheen.

"Professor Ye, let's refine new high-energy soil together. Just follow my steps."

"Okay." Professor Ye nodded.

Han Ning brought over an iron pot to serve as a crucible, and Professor Ye carefully placed more than a dozen fist-sized pieces of dark ore into it, following the instructions.

This iron pot is the kind used on the large stove in the kitchen; it must be about 80 centimeters in diameter.

A stone pot would be best, but due to environmental limitations, I don't have one.

Han Ning pressed his right hand against the ore at the bottom of the pot, and a cluster of condensed, brilliant golden flames rose from his palm.

The flames burned quietly, emitting a soft yet intense light.

"Continue to heat until the surface of the ore begins to soften."

Han Ning silently recited the knowledge passed down through generations of the Yuan Clan.

There's nothing else to it but using sparks; it's just a quick way to burn ore.

The ore gradually turned red under the licking of the flames, and its surface melted and flowed like wax.

Gradually, the ore completely turned into a pool of viscous, dark purple lava.

"Extinguish the flame, add water and stir for thirty seconds!"

Han Ning quickly withdrew his hand.

Professor Ye immediately poured the prepared water into the iron pot.

With a hiss, white steam billowed out.

He picked up a wooden stick and stirred it vigorously. The purplish-black lava mixed with water, and the color lightened, turning into a turbid purplish-gray mud.

"Reignite..."

The flames reignited.

Professor Ye held his breath and, following Han Ning's instructions, worked amidst the violent churning of the mud and the rapid evaporation of water.

Pour in a bottle of liquid made from a mixture of black snake flesh and blood and extraordinary plant material at the appropriate time.

"Zi~"

When the liquid comes into contact with the hot mud, it produces steam with a strange odor.

They meticulously repeated the process of adding liquid, stirring, and evaporating three times.

After the liquid in the iron pot evaporated for the third time, about one-third of the size of the pot remained as a semi-viscous substance.

It has a deep, dark brown color, a smooth, oily surface, and a faint, subtle energy fluctuation.

This is the high-energy soil used to cultivate the Ink Fragrance Tree, as recorded in the knowledge of the Origin Clan.

Dark ore is one of the raw materials for preparing energy stones, and it can also be used directly to produce high-energy soil.

"It's done!" Han Ning's spirits lifted, and he transferred the soil into a specially made container for preservation.

He then took several ordinary wooden stakes cut from outside the cave, inserted them into the soil of the mutant planting area, and then mixed in high-energy soil.

Han Ning placed his hands over the wooden stake.

A rich, natural blessing poured down, its emerald radiance interspersed with starlight, guiding the wood fiber structure to reorganize and transform into "Ink Fragrance Wood".

The wooden stake trembled slightly, beginning to draw upon the dark power from the soil, and the wood grain became finer and more resilient...

……

Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The central area of ​​the cave was cleared out and covered with dozens of processed black serpent skins.

Chairman Wu and Lin Qianqian stood at the front, their expressions serious.

Each research student participating in the assessment received a special "carving pen" with a small fragment of energy stone embedded in the tip, used to guide weak energy to carve runes.

The assessment was very simple: to inscribe the simplest energy guiding circuit from the basic crystal energy runes of the Source Clan on snake skin.

"Begin!" Chairman Wu gave the order.

The awakened ones fared relatively well; the tip of their pens glowed faintly, and their spiritual power guided the flow of energy as they struggled to leave crooked, broken marks on the tough snakeskin.

In contrast, the situation is completely different for ordinary students.

"Damn it, why isn't the pen moving?"