Chapter 173: Soul-Elevating Fruit

In the Land of Rebirth, the Undying Realm, Wang Ping has been receiving the inheritance here for three months, and the green-haired old man has also been waiting here for three months; he greatly looks forward to Wang Ping gaining some insight from within.

During the wait, he occasionally glanced at the image in the mirror.

The Land of Rebirth has been open for two months, and indeed the black hand force behind it has found a way to enter the inheritance site that the human race of the Spirit Realm established in the Land of Rebirth!

However, for some reason the human race seems to have taken precautions; with his eyesight he can naturally see that many young cultivators inside do not belong to what the lower realm possesses.

But these have nothing to do with him; he just needs to properly manage his Undying Realm.

Sigh!

The decline of the Undying Lineage is too severe; even the Green Emperor's fate is unknown, and it's uncertain whether this successor can smoothly cultivate to Soul Transformation and come here for a second inheritance.

A hint of worry and helplessness flickered in the old man's pure eyes; from ancient times to now, when has the inheritor of the Undying Lineage ever been so miserable? Aside from the inheritance, he doesn't even have a Dao Protector!

Rattle—!

The Undying Tree's main body suddenly trembled, then burst forth with a beam of emerald light; the old man hastily turned to look, and there a light gate had already appeared, with Wang Ping's figure emerging.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly; three months have passed, I wonder what he has comprehended? The Undying Inheritance is not decided by duration but by the depth of comprehension.

But what surprised him was that Wang Ping's body showed no trace of aura leakage; with his eyesight he couldn't detect the slightest abnormality.

But then he laughed; having no abnormality is the greatest abnormality. This kid is quite different from the Green Emperor—when he first appeared, he acted like the big boss, heaven's second, all arrogant and domineering.

After Wang Ping walked out of the inheritance site, he saw before the old man a water mirror with a flickering shadow on it, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Senior! What are you looking at?"

The old man chuckled: "The Land of Rebirth has opened; the Behind-the-Scenes Black Hand and the cultivators sent by the remaining Five Great Demon-Sealing Lands have clashed, and of course there is also your realm. However, among the seven forces, yours is the weakest—others are all Foundation Establishment Great Perfection with a Ten-Pattern Dharma Treasure and a full set of Spirit Armor!"

You guys are lucky—there aren't many Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivators, but there are many at the late Foundation Establishment stage; the key is that hardly any have Spirit Armor or a Ten-Pattern Dharma Treasure, not even a Nine-Pattern one! So at first contact, they're basically insta‑killed by the Behind-the-Scenes Black Hand's men. Over three thousand have been reduced to maybe a hundred left. Among these forces, your realm suffers the fastest deaths!

Wang Ping nodded, turned his gaze to the mirror, saw many black‑clad cultivators in the image, and asked: "Senior! Are those black‑clad cultivators sent by the Behind-the-Scenes Black Hand?"

The old man nodded, and Wang Ping asked again: "Can only humans enter the Land of Rebirth?"

"Of course not, but back when your human race waged that great war, you seemed to have gained some advantage, allowing you to stake out a region in the Land of Rebirth and obtain several entry‑exit permits! Now, including those inheritance sites, the ancient battlefield you passed through, and several other places within a ten‑thousand‑li radius, all belong to the territory your human race has claimed!" the old man replied.

"Wang Ping! Here there is a Soul‑Elevating Fruit Tree; the fruit it bears can ignore shackles and greatly boost soul potential. Do you want to go contend for it? If you consume it, you might even comprehend a second Dao art!" the old man suddenly said.

"Boost soul potential?"

Wang Ping's eyes lit up; if it truly has such effect, his Soul Refinement Heart Sutra could break through to the next stage ahead of time.

As for the old man's mention of comprehending another Dao art, he actually doesn't care much; to grasp the Five Elements Dao Intent one must start from the spiritual root, otherwise he couldn't imagine what heavenly treasure could let him break through three limits in a row—that would simply defy the laws of heaven and earth!

However, during these three months of contemplation he has already formed an idea, but he needs time to verify it.

The old man chuckled: "A cultivator can consume the Soul‑Elevating Fruit only once in a lifetime. Go! I'll directly transmit you there. Although the cultivators who entered this time aren't as strong as you, they are numerous, all equipped with Ten‑Pattern Dharma Treasures and Spirit Armor. Ten or twenty you can ignore, but once they exceed a hundred you may not be a match; the key still lies in spiritual power, so be careful. However, as the inheritor of the Undying Tree, I'll give you another nine drops! For a Foundation Establishment cultivator, taking ten drops adds six hundred years of lifespan; next time you want an effect you'll have to consume true Undying Liquid."

"Hehe! A Foundation Establishment cultivator living over eight hundred years—if other cultivators found out, wouldn't they be captured and bled for alchemy? Senior, how many years can the complete Undying Liquid extend lifespan? Could it be sixty thousand years?"

Wang Ping chuckled, the old man gave a mysterious smile, and said: "Can't say! Can't say! At that time you'll surely be shocked! Go!"

Having said that, a light gate appeared and directly sucked Wang Ping in.

In the Land of Rebirth, within a valley, Wang Ping's figure suddenly emerged from the valley, but his landing spot seemed off—because ahead of him sat more than twenty black‑clad Foundation Establishment cultivators in specific positions, legs crossed, each cultivating.

The commotion behind them made them abruptly turn their heads, only to meet Wang Ping, who was just lifting his head.

Both sides froze for a breath, then silently began to attack!

Hum—

A sparkling five‑colored light bracelet appeared, and in an instant it sliced the necks of five cultivators; their defenses were practically useless before the Diamond Pestle.

"Run!"

One cultivator, seeing Wang Ping's formidable strength, decisively issued a retreat order.

But how could Wang Ping let them leave? The Diamond Pestle's sharpness exceeded their imagination; those Spirit Armors were as flimsy as paper, instantly torn apart. In just ten breaths, over a ten‑li distance, the twenty black‑clad cultivators were all slain, and then twenty fireballs appeared, covering their corpses.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping's hand no longer held a storage bag but twenty storage bracelets, each containing a volume of five hundred cubic meters.

Furthermore, there were twenty Ten‑Pattern Dharma Treasures and twenty Spirit Armors, some damaged.

But for Wang Ping now, these were nothing special; still, he swapped his storage bag for storage bracelets.

He is now in a valley; if my guess is correct, the Soul‑Elevating Fruit is right here.

This valley is vast; the earlier battle ended quickly, hardly causing any major commotion. With Wang Ping's current strength, a Foundation Establishment cultivator who hasn't cultivated Dao arts cannot withstand even a single round against him unless they wield a Dharma Treasure nurtured by a Golden Core cultivator and wear Spirit Armor.

As for those twenty men just now, Wang Ping had no intention of leaving any alive for interrogation; he feared that doing more would lead to mistakes, so he simply wiped them all out.