Chapter 32

Inside the Bodhi Cave Heaven, there are now twelve people in total.

Five of them were chosen by the Cave Heaven to enter, while the other seven were lucky enough to be near Lin Jing when the Cave Heaven descended, taking advantage of the timing when the Cave Heaven was not yet fully formed to enter.

To a certain extent, it could be considered that they had luck on their side.

The body cultivator wearing animal skin saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he curled his lips and walked straight toward the golden Bodhi tree.

"In the Bodhi Cave Heaven, the effect of comprehending the Dao under the golden Bodhi tree is the best, followed by the silver one, and finally the green one."

"The fewer people under a Bodhi tree, the better the effect of comprehending the Dao. It's not very good for you to want to occupy the golden Bodhi tree alone, is it?"

The scholar in the green shirt said gently to the body cultivator: "If I haven't judged wrong, you are a cultivator from the Snow Plains. Only cultivators from the Snow Plains wear animal skin skirts."

That body cultivator was indeed wearing an animal skin skirt.

Everyone looked over.

The bald body cultivator's gaze turned cold.

The scholar continued: "Judging from her attire, this young lady's purple fire cloud-patterned elixir robe should be a disciple of the Elixir Cauldron Sect in the Fire Domain."

The female alchemist crossed her arms over her chest.

"As for this young hero, what he is carrying is the 'Demon-Slaying Sword,' which is the standard equipment for Outer Sect disciples of the Heavenly Sword Gate in the Sword Domain."

The young swordsman remained silent, only slowly taking off his sword.

"And these eight people, all of them have pet beasts. In my impression, it should only be the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect in the Wilderness Domain who raise pet beasts so uniformly."

Lin Jing and the others had already anticipated what he was going to say.

"As for me, I come from the Literary Domain. We are all from one of the nine domains of the Ancient Kingdom of Tianyuan; we are cultivators of the Ancient Kingdom. Only this Snow Plains cultivator comes from a foreign land." The scholar in the green shirt directly divided the camp into two.

"Everyone, the Snow Plains tribes have been at odds with the Ancient Kingdom of Tianyuan since ancient times, coveting the central land. As cultivators of the Ancient Kingdom of Tianyuan, shouldn't we unite against the outsider?" He cupped his hands to everyone.

Outside the Ancient Kingdom of Tianyuan, there is a snowy land with a harsh living environment.

"Hahahaha, I knew you bunch of sons of bitches would gang up. I'm not afraid of you," the Snow Plains cultivator laughed.

He naturally understood what the scholar in the green shirt had analyzed. With different camps, these people would definitely deal with him first, so he didn't hold back and was prepared to fight one against many.

"I've heard that the cultivators of the Ancient Kingdom of Tianyuan are all as docile as little sheep. Today, I'll show you what a real cultivator is!"

He stood in front of the golden Bodhi tree, spitting out cold air, his eyes flashing with a yellowish-green color like a wild beast. As his muscles bulged and veins popped, his body emitted the sound of lions and tigers roaring in unison.

"I have no malice toward the Snow Plains, but you, a cultivator of the Snow Plains, are indeed rude," the female alchemist wearing the purple fire cloud-patterned elixir robe shook her head and said.

"Come on, you talk so nicely, but who among you doesn't want to occupy the golden Bodhi tree alone?" the body cultivator said disdainfully.

"Everyone, let's attack together! Take this person down!" The scholar in the green shirt spoke, taking out a calligraphy treasure. His literary talent merged with the handwriting, and in mid-air, he instantly conjured the shadows of soldiers holding swords and blades, killing toward the Snow Plains cultivator.

"I'll join too!" The female alchemist lifted her arm slightly, and a touch of purple flame instantly gathered at her fingertips. That flame was not an ordinary fire; its temperature was extremely high, and it contained a strange fragrance, both beautiful and heart-stopping.

The flame danced in her palm as if it had a will of its own. Following a thought, it turned into a fire cauldron, spiraling into the sky and emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

Swish!

She swung her arm violently, and the fire cauldron smashed toward the opponent.

"Ugh, ahhhhhhh!!!" The Snow Plains cultivator didn't move from his spot. Beast-shaped totem patterns flickered on his body, letting the many attacks hit him.

His gaze was ferocious, and he assumed a defensive posture. The next instant, the weapons of the soldier phantoms hit him as if they were striking tempered steel, emitting clanging sounds before shattering into smoke.

"Screw you!" After taking the scholar's attack head-on, his blood boiled, his hands glowed red, and he swung his arm heavily to smash the incoming fire cauldron.

Boom!

Fire snakes flew all over the sky. Bathed in the firelight, the next second, he was like a beast off its leash, striding toward the scholar in the green shirt and taking a giant hammer out of his storage bag, intending to swing it at the scholar.

"Why aren't the people from the Heavenly Sword Gate and the Beast Taming Sect attacking? Could it be that you want to reap the benefits as the fisherman?"

Seeing this, the scholar saw green clouds appear under his feet and stepped on them to ascend into the air, not wanting to clash head-on with the Snow Plains cultivator, while simultaneously questioning the cultivators from the Heavenly Sword Gate and the Beast Taming Sect.

"Get down here for me!" The Snow Plains body cultivator threw the heavy giant hammer toward the air, but the scholar in the green shirt dodged it easily.

This Snow Plains body cultivator seemed to feel that he couldn't do anything about the scholar in the green shirt in the short term, so he glared viciously at the female alchemist who had also attacked just now.

At this, the female alchemist immediately showed a wronged expression and said: "Forget it, forget it. You guys fight. I'm an alchemist and not good at fighting. I'll just take the silver Bodhi tree."

At this very moment, no one wanted to waste too much strength first and let others reap the benefits.

The Snow Plains body cultivator snorted coldly, knowing full well what the female alchemist was thinking. He swept his gaze over the Heavenly Sword Gate cultivators and the Beast Taming Sect cultivators, saying: "Sword-swinger, are you going to compete?"

"As for those from the Beast Taming Sect, they seem to be all trash; they must have all snuck into the Cave Heaven, right?" He revealed his aura, and in his blood, there was a faint roar of ten thousand beasts, as if he had turned into the king of ten thousand beasts. In an instant, the expressions of the several Beast Taming Sect disciples changed.

The Fighting Ape of He Yiming's senior brother, the Fire Spirit Sparrow of Senior Brother Ziran, and the fierce beasts brought by the several Demon Hunting Hall disciples all began to tremble in unison.

"That's right, this guy is definitely a Ten Thousand Beast Body, a special cultivation physique that can fuse the blood of ten thousand beasts to strengthen his own physique. Not only does he get braver the more he fights, but he also has a strong bloodline suppression effect on beasts!"

Senior Brother Ziran's heart was shaken. The difference between being chosen by the Cave Heaven and sneaking into the Cave Heaven was immediately apparent. The opponent only revealed his aura, and most of the pet beasts on the Beast Taming Sect's side were like seeing the king of a hundred beasts, their combat power sharply reduced by several layers.

"Not good." The Demon Hunting Hall disciples, who had wanted to wait for an opportunity to compete for the opportunity, felt the pressure of this person, which rivaled that of a Foundation Establishment demonic beast, and also gave up the idea of competing with him for the golden Bodhi tree.

Seeing this, the scholar in the green shirt shook his head, knowing that there must be some "water" in the Beast Taming Sect since so many people appeared. Sure enough.

"But that's fine, the competition is much smaller," he thought to himself.

Suddenly...

Several water arrow spells sprayed toward the Snow Plains body cultivator. Relying on his terrifying physique, the Snow Plains body cultivator had just easily resisted the attacks of the scholar in the green shirt and the female alchemist—even though both had held back, it showed the strength of his physique. But now, facing a few water arrows, his expression suddenly changed, and his body sent out a strong warning signal. Just as the Snow Plains cultivator was about to dodge, before the water arrows could hit, a terrifying tide of spiritual power swept up and swallowed him!!!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Dozens of explosions in succession triggered violent fluctuations in spiritual energy. The intense hurricane blew the scholar in the green shirt out of the sky, while the female alchemist and the young swordsman were left with their hair dancing in chaos, looking completely bewildered.

As for the Beast Taming Sect disciples, they were pushed back repeatedly by the aftermath.

They looked with disbelief at Lin Jing, who had taken out a "mechanical bamboo gun" and was very calmly shooting continuously at the Snow Plains body cultivator with "pop, pop, pop" sounds.

On Lin Jing's shoulder, the Pine-Leaf Rat did not have the same fear as other spirit beasts or demonic beasts. It was unknown whether it was because of its own mutation or because its inner desire outweighed its fear.

The Pine-Leaf Rat's eyes were deep; what had it seen!!!

This Snow Plains body cultivator actually had a storage bag!!!

Never mind the opportunity to comprehend the Dao, but... it felt that this storage bag must be snatched over!!!

The smoke cleared.

The Snow Plains body cultivator holding the giant hammer was still standing in the same spot, but the injuries all over his body were particularly shocking. His skin was torn in many places by the shockwaves of the spirit bean explosions, presenting wounds of varying depths. The wounds were still oozing fresh blood, revealing bright red muscle tissue, and one could even vaguely see white bone, which was alarming.

His chest heaved slightly, his face full of anger. His blood suddenly emitted a strange light, and he roared as he rushed toward Lin Jing.

"What a terrifying body cultivator." Lin Jing took a step back, changed a magazine, and wasted many more spirit bean bombs.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Another round of attacks.

The smoke cleared again, and this Snow Plains body cultivator already had a vacant look in his eyes.

Seeing this, a squirrel ran over cautiously, snatched its storage bag, and ran back.