Chapter 174: Vajra Pestle and Breaking Law Arrow

Treasures that can enhance soul potential have always been rare; even though the Spirit Realm is vast and boundless with countless treasures, not everyone can encounter one.

Both the Spirit Realm humans and the behind-the-scenes black hand had elders inform them that an Ascending Spirit Fruit would soon mature here, and the strongest few from each side headed straight for the fruit tree's location after entering the Spirit Realm.

The place where Wang Ping appeared was the outermost perimeter, a watchpost sent by the black-hand forces; the Ascending Spirit Fruit numbers only nine, so naturally not everyone can obtain it, and the two sides selected people according to strength and background, those individuals now being in the deepest part.

Wang Ping flew to the treetop, looked around, confirmed the direction, and was about to rush deeper into the valley!

Suddenly he noticed black-clad cultivators flying at extreme speed from behind; they were spotted so quickly that Wang Ping's divine sense swept roughly and found at least two hundred of them!

At that moment the people behind had already detected Wang Ping's presence, so they shouted loudly: "Kill him!"

To the black-clad cultivators, anyone they encountered on the way besides their own could be killed!

Ten black-clad cultivators drew their bows, and in the next instant ten black arrows shot at him with meteor-like speed!

Wang Ping's expression shifted slightly; the fluctuation power emitted by the incoming arrows was astonishing—one could probably severely injure an ordinary Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator. He could block one arrow, even ten, but seeing the enemy actually had two hundred people, he decisively dove from the high altitude into the deep forest.

From behind, the black-clad commander who had just given orders gave a heh heh cold laugh: "You thought you could dodge the hunt of Breaking Law Arrows? You're truly a lower-realm cultivator, far too naïve!"

As his words fell, the ten Breaking Law Arrows turned in midair and continued chasing Wang Ping!

"Damn! They even have tracking capability!"

Wang Ping's expression changed again; seeing the ten Breaking Law Arrows about to catch him, the Wang Ping flying at extreme speed through the forest suddenly thought of something, gave a heh heh smile, and muttered to himself: "I haven't yet tested your power—this time I'll try it on these arrows!"

Having said that, a five-colored-glowing Vajra Pestle appeared in his hand; as Wang Ping fed five-element spiritual power into it according to the five elements' mutual restriction, a five-colored vortex emerged in the pestle's center.

Seeing the arrows already within three zhang of him, Wang Ping threw the Vajra Pestle from his hand; a five-colored light flashed, and the ten arrows were instantly sucked into the pestle.

Wang Ping extended his divine sense into the pestle's interior; the ten arrows were floating silently in the space, he lifted his head to gaze at the sky, and the corner of his mouth revealed a mischievous smile.

………

In the deepest part of the valley, where the Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree stood, a stout little tree about human height emitted a silver glow; upon closer look, the light came from silver fruits hidden among the green leaves.

The fruit was only fist-sized, resembling an ordinary wild fruit in shape, but entirely silver-white, and the surrounding air was filled with a refreshing fragrance that invigorated the spirit.

Beside the fruit tree stood one of the Spirit Realm's strongest leaders this time, Mu Ying, the most talented descendant of the Mu clan of Baizhan City within ten generations, who was now coldly staring at the opposing group of black-clad, black-faced young cultivators!

"You are the behind-the-scenes black hand that caused the Sixth Seal Demon Land to disappear, aren't you? Just as my uncle said, you likely came here this time to kill and silence witnesses; the cultivator corpses we've seen along the way must be the young cultivators of the Sixth Seal Demon Land!"

Mu Ying's voice echoed near the Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree, but the opposite side uttered not a word; in fact, these cultivators had not spoken a single sentence since they first met!

"Ying'er, these people seem rather numerous; we only have five hundred, and we're split up, so we probably can't hold them—should we gather everyone, enter the Inheritance Land, and activate the backup our predecessors left here?"

Behind him, a sturdy, rugged young man silently sent a voice transmission to Mu Ying.

Mu Ying kept a calm exterior, but secretly he had already opened a voice transmission: "No rush—I've already messaged the other four teams to each send ten people carrying second-tier Breaking Law Arrows; adding our squad's fifty Breaking Law Arrows, we'll first give them a furious bombardment, heh heh heh—even if they have body armor we'll blast several to death; they still have the time it takes to finish a cup of tea to arrive, so for now we'll just hold them off!"

The young man who had just spoken was also an outstanding among the youths dispatched by the Spirit Realm this time; he had initially grasped a Dao technique, and was the most talented descendant of the Wang clan of Baizhan City within the last ten generations, named Wang Zhan!

Although he was already quite excellent, compared to Mu Ying—a heaven‑chosen prodigy who had fully mastered two Dao techniques—there was still a gap, so those one hundred of them all obeyed Mu Ying's orders.

Opposite them, the black-clad group likewise used divine-sense voice transmission, with the cultivator at the forefront issuing some commands:

"In less than the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Ye Ming will arrive with two hundred Breaking Law Arrows that have tracking capability; we'll first bombard the opposite side, at least half of their twenty will die, then that will be our moment to act—remember, capture alive the one at the front, he should be this operation's leader; once we subdue him, immediately implant a Soul‑Suppressing Nail! That way we need not fear their escape."

"Yes, my lord!"

"It's Young Master Ye Hun Bai!"

Both sides were quietly mobilizing troops, intending to bury the other side's elite contingent here.

Both sides were full of confidence; under these circumstances the time for a cup of tea was nearly up, yet the reinforcements Ye Hun Bai mentioned had not arrived, a flash of anger crossed his face hidden behind the mask—he despised people who were late, especially at such a crucial battle moment!

Behind him a cultivator cautiously sent a voice transmission: "Sir! Perhaps Ye Ming encountered some mishap midway; let's wait another half‑incense stick…"

Before he finished speaking, his sight suddenly caught many arrows flying toward them, leaving him somewhat stunned—this arrow direction is wrong!

But he quickly realized what it was and shouted shrilly: "Breaking Law Arrows! Dodge!"

Having said that, he lunged to one side, while the leader Ye Hun Bai moved with extreme swiftness—a flicker and he was already retreating at high speed—but in the next instant his expression drastically changed, as all fifty Breaking Law Arrows shot straight at him.

"I**^%#￥￡!"

His face behind the mask turned green with rage—who would bully someone like this? At this moment he completely forgot that he himself had just intended to launch all two hundred Breaking Law Arrows at the leader.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosion sounds rang out deep in the Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree; this wasn't the end, as another wave of arrows flew from the opposite side toward the deep forest.

Such bombardment lasted a full quarter‑hour before ceasing, and many towering ancient trees toppled.

Mu Ying silently watched the scene, then suddenly said to a young man behind him:

"The voice of the person who just spoke had a strange tone; it likely bears some phonetic trait of their clan—did you notice? When we return to the Spirit Realm we must investigate this thoroughly!"

The cultivator who was questioned nodded and said: "Don't worry, Ying'er; our Yin clan is most sensitive to this, I can reproduce that cultivator's speech exactly!"

Mu Ying nodded and smiled: "Well done, Yin Sheng! Next, we'll hunt down any escapees—no need to deliberately keep them alive; these cultivators might know nothing at all!"

"Yes!"

Booming echoes rang out deep in the forest.

And at the same time, outside the mountain valley, that group of black-clad cultivators stared stupidly at the young cultivator opposite as he raised a law-breaking, dull-smiling, squinting bow aimed at them, while they had bows and crossbows, but lacked arrows!