Chapter 268

268. Chapter 265: Monkey Pig Lao Liu

When has Lao Liu ever feared trouble?

If it feared trouble, it wouldn't have meddled in that group of Holy Elders' battle, ending up dead and its Dao extinguished.

If not for meeting Ding Huan, this six-eared macaque would still be a cold stone.

Even if no one were on that giant rock now, it might still try to seize it.

Before Mo Huanping could warn them, Lao Liu had already stepped onto the giant rock and shouted loudly:

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Mo, hurry over—this is the absolute best place to cultivate!"

Yan Mei, though more rational, saw Lao Liu land on the massive blue stone and realized further caution was useless; he might as well walk over too.

Mo Huanping, seeing Yan Mei and Lao Liu heading for the blue stone, could only sigh helplessly and follow.

Inside, she lamented: What kind of big brother, what kind of little brothers.

Look at these two guys' Big Brother—how brazenly he acts.

Now, these two little brothers haven't even learned his skills, yet their arrogance has surpassed his.

The Sect Master at least knows when to hide and preserve himself when his strength is insufficient; these two have no clue where their own limits lie.

Mo Huanping, Yan Mei, and Lao Liu each took one corner of the giant blue stone.

Lao Liu didn't care about any of that—it immediately began wildly drawing in spiritual energy and activating the Small Universe Technique to further open its meridians.

In just half a stick of incense, Lao Liu had opened its forty-ninth meridian.

This made Lao Liu even more excited.

Each additional meridian made its cultivation speed surge.

In its mind, even though its technique was taught by Big Brother, once it opened the full number of Heaven's Ridge and Earth's Fierce meridians, its talent would surpass Big Brother's.

It had asked Big Brother before—Big Brother didn't cultivate by opening meridians like it did.

Since Big Brother didn't cultivate the same way, that meant his meridians could never outnumber hers.

Not just Lao Liu—Mo Huanping and Yan Mei also felt this was truly the best place to cultivate.

The spiritual energy seemed not to need absorption—it simply poured down automatically.

In just a short time, Mo Huanping felt her star clouds condensed to their extreme, then twelve star clouds began gathering.

The Small Universe Technique's Zhou Tian spun wildly, reaching its peak, when the twelve star clouds collided.

Slowly, a star mountain formed, as if endowed with life.

Those watching around were stunned—had she broken through a major realm in such a short time?

Thick heavenly and earthly spiritual energy formed a vortex above Mo Huanping's head; the vortex grew larger, and all around felt her aura continuously rising.

Mo Huanping was thrilled—she had truly found her own opportunity.

Without the spiritual energy from these one hundred and eight superior spiritual veins irrigating her, she could never have condensed a star mountain so easily and stepped into the Star Nurturing stage.

"How bold of you, daring to cultivate in the territory designated by the Changyuan Sword Dao! Since you've come up, don't even think about leaving."

A cold, furious voice rang out, and a woman immediately charged toward Mo Huanping.

True Pill realm?

Mo Huanping had just stepped into Star Nurturing and hadn't even stabilized fully when she saw the woman's ice-ring sword slash toward her head.

Though cautious, Mo Huanping knew if someone came to kill her on sight, she wouldn't hold back.

She had no time to summon her treasure, so she unleashed a full-power punch.

Boom!

True energy exploded in the air—the ice-ring sword shadow shattered; Mo Huanping's punch's true energy was not neutralized.

"Crack!" The fist's force slammed into the woman's chest; all heard the sound of bones breaking, then the woman was blasted backward.

She collapsed on the ground, spitting blood.

Mo Huanping stared blankly at her own fist—she hadn't held back because the opponent was True Pill realm, and had thrown everything into that punch.

She hadn't expected her punch's true energy to be so potent that even a True Pill realm couldn't withstand it.

Mo Huanping stood stunned, but Lao Liu didn't hesitate—it lunged forward and slashed down with a wind blade.

"Lao Liu, stop!" Yan Mei cried urgently.

But Lao Liu acted as if it hadn't heard—its wind blade already sliced toward the woman's neck.

"Ding!" A sharp metallic clang rang out; Lao Liu's wind blade was blocked by a treasure-blade's radiant edge.

Immediately, a handsome man dashed over, fixing Lao Liu with a cold gaze:

"How bold—you dare kill a disciple of the Changyuan Sword Dao!"

Yan Mei had traveled with Ding Huan for so long—he knew exactly when to act.

If a grudge is formed, further words are useless.

"Lao Liu, come here." Yan Mei called.

Lao Liu leapt back onto the triangular blue stone, staring at the approaching handsome youth.

Its cultivation was simply too low—if only its strength were higher, it would kill this guy for sure.

Those around fell silent—apparently these two humans and one monkey weren't ordinary.

Especially that woman—she'd landed a single punch that crippled Peng Qiong; she was clearly formidable.

"Who struck first? Step forward."

The handsome man helped the woman up, fixing his cold gaze on the three on the stone.

"Senior Mo, there's no retreat now—you handle this fraud claiming to be the universe's number one, while I and Lao Liu take the woman."

Yan Mei spoke with brutal directness.

As he spoke, he pulled out his long spear treasure.

Ding Huan cultivated the long spear, and after forging his star cloud, he chose the long spear again.

Mo Huiping knew there was no reasoning at this moment; she too drew her long sword.

The atmosphere tightened instantly; the onlooker cultivators dared not make a single sound, retreating several steps to leave the battlefield to these four people and one monkey.

"Senior Brother Yue, wait." The injured woman stood up and immediately stopped the handsome man.

"Sister Peng, why be polite to such trash? Just kill him outright." The man's tone carried anger.

Lao Liu only acts humble when he can't win; now we have Mo Huiping as a major weapon—why stay low-key?

Once he stopped being low-key, Lao Liu spoke without restraint:

"You're the trash, your entire ancestral lineage is trash, scum, dog filth, Wang Ba…"

The woman urgently transmitted her voice:

"Senior Brother Yue, we're not their match. That woman crushed me with a single punch—her strength far exceeds mine…"

Hearing the woman's transmission, the Yue surname man was startled, his steps slowing.

He had previously sensed Yan Mei and Mo Huiping weren't strong, which is why he'd been so furious to defend the woman.

Now that he heard Mo Huiping was stronger than Peng Qiong, how could he dare advance?

Yue Buyun, though at True Dan Mid-stage, was in truth no match for Peng Qiong.

After all, Peng Qiong was a disciple of Changyuan Sword Dao, while he was merely a disciple of the mid-tier sect Changsheng Dao.

"Sister Peng, what exactly happened?" Yue Buyun asked.

It seemed he had guessed wrong—he had assumed Mo Huiping and the others had ambushed Peng Qiong, causing her injury.

"Why won't you come forward? Are you afraid? Were you just whispering to find an excuse to back out?"

Lao Liu's mouth was indeed too sharp—he saw Yue Buyun and Peng Qiong seemed reluctant to advance and immediately taunted them.

For him, the two greatest joys in monkey life were first, cultivation, and second, fighting.

Yue Buyun was no hot-blooded element like Lao Liu; after hearing Peng Qiong's transmission, he directly supported her and withdrew from this prime cultivation spot.

Revenge need not wait; if all of us remain trapped in Lingyuan Valley, there's nothing to be done.

If one day we can leave the Kaitian Battlefield, he would let this monkey head taste the flavor of death.

"Little thing, still daring to challenge your Sixth Elder? The trash who dares challenge your Sixth Elder hasn't…"

Lao Liu still wouldn't let up, when Yan Mei coldly said:

"If your Sixth Elder is so mighty, then fight alone."

Lao Liu was about to retort, but saw Mo Huiping glaring at him with fury—he immediately grinned awkwardly and consciously returned to his spot to continue cultivating the Small Universe Art.

"Senior Sister Mo, let's cultivate quickly too—opportunities here won't come often. Right now, the strongest here are True Dan cultivators; if an Yuan Hun cultivator shows up one day, we'll be in danger."

Yan Mei's mind was meticulous, unlike Lao Liu's brainless type.

He hadn't stopped Lao Liu from claiming the green stone because he understood that some things truly must be fought for.

Brother Ding had said: if you don't fight for Dao cultivation resources, will they fall from the sky?

If you're going to fight, you must bear some risk.

Indeed, it proved true—if he hadn't cultivated on the green stone, he wouldn't have condensed twelve star clouds so quickly, and Senior Sister Mo wouldn't have succeeded in stellar cultivation so fast.

But now that we've claimed the green stone, and others have retreated, for Lao Liu to keep provoking—that's a fool's move.

Lao Liu's status is simply too special; otherwise, he truly wouldn't want to be paired with this monkey fool.

Mo Huiping agreed with Yan Mei; she too sat down to continue cultivating the Small Universe Art.

She must stabilize her stellar cultivation realm in the shortest time possible.

Yan Mei was even less willing to waste a single moment.

While Mo Huiping was in stellar cultivation, he had completed the condensation of his twelve star clouds.

Next for him was stellar cultivation.

While Mo Huiping was in stellar cultivation, he sensed the aura of the process—this was experience for him.

His own stellar cultivation now would be simpler than Mo Huiping's.

…

The tenth planet was split off; Ding Huan, meanwhile, simultaneously deduced the realm beyond the Great Universe Art's stars while frantically circulating the Great Universe Art's Cosmic Zhou Tian.

Ding Huan also knew that if he replaced these two mid-grade star vein spiritual veins with two top-grade star vein spiritual veins from a small world, his cultivation speed would be faster.

In his past life, though he had no spiritual roots and never reached this level, he clearly understood one phrase: haste makes waste.

His past life's limit at Level Four Gene Cultivator may well have been due to this very reason.

To accelerate cultivation, he overdrawn his potential and mixed gene serums chaotically, resulting in irreversible consequences.

In this life, having gained an unparalleled opportunity, he would never again act out of impatience.