Chen Chuan brought out a machete as he traversed the hill. On his back was the Frost King Saber and a backpack stuffed full to the brim. 0

It was almost July at this point. During this season, the hill was full of all sorts of venomous creatures and pests, but Chen Chuan was ready for them. Before he came, he brought a lot of insect repellent and put it on himself. He even wore a scratch-proof shirt. With these measures, pretty much his whole body was protected.0

He had his second self to absorb damage for him, but if he could protect himself, then he would. After all, he needed to use his second self at the most suitable and crucial moments. 0

Since no one had taken the hill trail for years, Chen Chuan could barely see it. 0

Fortunately, after walking for a little over half an hour, crumbling stone steps appeared. Judging by the style, they were from the old era. They were probably from the same time period as the hill god’s temple and led straight to it. Chen Chuan cut away the bushes in his path and opened up a clear path that would allow him to go back easily.0

This hill wasn’t tall and stood only at around six hundred meters, but some of the slopes were quite steep. They were not a problem to Chen Chuan, however. Once he found...0