Chapter 459: 456


    When the yellow dead leaves, green needle grass, and ck soil were peeled back, the exposure of the rich red soil to the air was a delight to behold.


    Red y!


    Bi Fang scooped up a handful of red y, his face brimming with joy, “Blood-Sealing Throat Trees are often found in tropical monsoon rainforest regions, rooting in acidic bedrocks such as granite, shale, and sandstone, or atop red soil. I guessed there might be red y underfoot here since I didn’t see anyrge rocks!”


    Leonardo was somewhat stunned, murmuring, “It’s actually here.”


    At the moment the red y was revealed before his eyes, Leonardo didn’t feel joy but an indescribable sense of relief.


    Yes, relief.


    If one were to say that upon first entering the rainforest, the deep and shadowy environment induced a sense of fear, with the highly repetitive sight of trees enough to make one feel lost and panicky.


    But watching Bi Fang, who knew everything and worried about nothing, who was neither sad nor anxious, just methodically following a set n and using any avable resources—


    From parachuting into the rainforest, to descending from the trees, to the systematic search for water sources and red y to repel mosquitoes—


    All the apprehensions about the unknown environment were swept away.


    Bi Fang was like an experienced and savvy native, for whom the rainforest wasn’t a ce of peril that ordinary people dreaded, but his home.


    If a friend invited you to his home, would you feel afraid?


    If seeing the Arrow Poison Wood told you there was red y, how was that different from asking for a ss of water at a friend’s house and the host effortlessly fetching a disposable cup from the cab?


    He knew exactly what was where, as clear as if he were back at home.<div>


    [Amazing!]


    [Incredible plus!]


    [This, he knows way too much]


    [I’m utterly impressed!]


    The audience in the live broadcast room seeing that patch of red soil on their screens were utterly impressed.


    “It’s truly awesome!” In Pavilion One, the audience felt a sense of excitement returning, that familiar feelinging back.


    Watching survival is undeniably tense and thrilling, but watching Bi Fang survive is a time to broaden one’s horizons.


    “Hurry,e and help. I’ll go find something to put this in, be careful not to dig up its roots,” Bi Fang instructed carefully, “The Blood-Sealing Throat Tree is poisonous due to its sap, so we must not scratch its surface. Additionally, it is a Third-Level Protected nt, so for whatever reason, try not to damage its root system.”


    “If you hadn’t told me it was poisonous, it would have been fine, but now I’m a bit scared,” Leonardo said with a wry smile, squatting down to dig out the red y himself.


    “Third-Level Protected nt? Is that a thing?” Someone in Pavilion One raised a question.


    They’d heard of national first and second ss protected animals, but never of a third ss.


    This term felt unfamiliar and strange suddenlying from Bi Fang’s mouth, yet nobody challenged it.


    If Bi Fang said something existed, it almost certainly did. If they didn’t know or were unclear about it, it was likely their own fault. Why embarrass oneself by questioning someone’s expertise with one’s ownyman’s knowledge?@@novelbin@@


    “Yes, there is!” Someone confirmed after pulling out their phone and checking.


    But even faster was someone sending a barrage of questions to Bi Fang through the livements.


    At this moment, Bi Fang hade to a tree withrge fan-shaped leaves, and was removing its leaves to prepare for transporting soil back. Seeing the barrage ofments, he nodded, “Yes, there are first, second, and third levels of protection for nts, but animals indeed only have first and second levels. Below that, we have ‘San You,’ which isn’t third level, andmon animals like frogs and sparrows are among ‘San You.''”


    “Compared to first and second levels, the protection for ‘San You’ is much weaker. There’s no problem unless their numbers reach a certain point, so few ordinary people care about it. It’s not like they are specifically targeted for hunting. Moreover, people care less about nts, which is why you’ve probably never heard about it.”


    [So that’s how it is.]


    [What about third-level nts, though? Didn’t Master Fang just say they could be used for defense? Can we still do that now?]


    [Should be possible, Old Fang isn’t unaware that it’s a third-level protection nt. He had said earlier that it was doable, so it must be.]


    Bi Fang chuckled, “Ordinary people might not believe it, but for me, it’s possible. Third-level protected nts can be utilized as long as permission is applied for, and unfortunately for you, I happen to be one of those authorized.”


    Not to mention, a long time ago, Lin Chang’s dad had acquired the relevant certification for him.


    After some development over time, Bi Fang’s status had be even more extraordinary, and naturally, there were fewer taboos for him.


    [We’re being shown up. Is this what a true boss looks like?]


    [After the Hainan Warlord, do we now have a Wilderness Warlord?]


    [I called the cops, but his phone rang.]


    [ssic.]


    Meanwhile, Leonardo was already poking out quite a bit of red y with tree branches.


    In the rainforest, the cycle of matter is rapid, so the red soil isn’t on the surface but rather covered under ayer of ck soil.


    Anyone who has ever dug up soil knows that just a bit deeper it bes tough and hard to dig, forming into solid lumps that are difficult to remove by hand. That’s why Leonardo had to poke at it for a good while with branches to procure a substantial amount of red y.


    Bi Fang rolled up therge leaves, forming them into a funnel shape, then found a thick vine and started binding it around from where the break was, wrapping it round and round.


    After wrapping it, he found another two thin and short morning glory vines and used them to connect and secure the ends to the wrapped vine,pleting the funnel-like container.


    “We could even make a lid for the top that’s connected,” Bi Fang said as he wrapped a thin vine around the petiole of therge leaf, with the other end attached to the thick vine. With a pull, the upper half of the leaf covered the funnel.


    Having made two of these, Bi Fang carried them over to the red y and put all the red y that Leonardo had dug up into them.


    “Aren’t we applying it now?” Leonardo asked curiously.


    “No, we can’t apply it yet. Red y that has just been dug up cannot be used directly; it requires secondary processing,” Bi Fang exined. “Because the soil of red y contains tons of bacteria, microorganisms, and even small bugs. Look.”


    As Bi Fang stirred the red y, ants, aphids, and woodlice were scurrying around in an escape frenzy.


    “If you were to apply such soil directly, it would be okay if you had no tiny wounds, but if you had any cuts, it could be serious trouble. And in the jungle, with sharp branches everywhere, you could have small cuts that you might not even be aware of.”


    “The locals in Africa wouldn’t do this either. They would dry it, then mix in animal fats to increase the stickiness. This way, when applied on the body, it wouldn’t fall off due to drying and cracking.”


    Leonardo looked up at the rainforest, where not a bit of sunlight prated, and scratched his head, “So what do we do? We don’t have animal fat, nor do we have sunlight to dry it.”


    “No worries, if we don’t have fats, we just add more water. If we don’t have sunlight, we can bake the soil directly to sterilize it. It’s the same thing,” Bi Fang reassured.


    With therge funnel on his back, Bi Fang took a deep breath and said, “Now it’s time to make fire. Today, I will teach you a third hands-on method of making fire, besides the ‘Fire-Making by Wood-Drilling’ and pump method.”


    “The Fire Saw Method!”


    <i ss="icon ion-md-settings"></i></a>