Chapter 175

The explosion sounds in the deep valley have stopped; Ye Ming's face is extremely grim as he gazes at the Lower Realm cultivator fifty li away who fearlessly wields a Law-Breaking Bow, almost making him curse in anger.

What strange treasure is that Polisher, able to collect all the arrows; he naturally still has a batch of arrows in hand, which are reserve supplies, but now he dare not take them out.

"Send out one hundred fifty people to support Young Master Bai of Night Soul; I will lead fifty cultivators to kill this cultivator, go quickly!" Ye Ming ordered the cultivator on his left.

Yes, sir!

Wang Ping saw the enemy split into two groups, naturally guessing their intent; he also now knew some shortcomings of his Law-Breaking Bow—single person and single bow cannot form large-scale killing power.

The enemy cultivator had his idea; Wang Ping naturally wouldn't sit and wait for death, his Law-Breaking Bow continuously shooting while his body flew deeper into the valley.

Later, Wang Ping held a Law-Breaking Bow in each hand; the arrows in the Vajra Polisher were continuously loaded by his spiritual sense, and the Law-Breaking Bows in his hands shot forward without cease.

Two streams of black arrows appeared in the sky above the valley!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosion sounds rang out! The over two hundred enemies directly sacrificed their treasures to attack Wang Ping; in an instant, a flood of treasures covered the sky and earth.

A flash of red light on Wang Ping's body already placed him one hundred li away; they could control their treasures but couldn't hit Wang Ping, yet the Law-Breaking Bow could still lock onto targets at a distance of one hundred li.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Damn it!

Leading Ye Ming raised his hand and used a disc-shaped treasure to blast an arrow flying at him into pieces; suddenly he noticed the surrounding space fall silent, only then realizing he and his companions had approached the location of the Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree.

He immediately refreshed his spirit and sent a voice transmission: "Form teams of ten, spread out, and go rescue as quickly as possible!"

Yes!

Soon, the two hundred people split into twenty groups and rushed into the valley; Wang Ping, seeing this, no longer used the Law-Breaking Bow—he had already bought them that much time, which was enough; if they still couldn't defeat the enemy, those young cultivators from the Spirit Realm would truly be useless.

Therefore his speed increased further; he needed an Ascending Spirit Fruit, not knowing whether the other side had already divided them all.

In just three breaths, crossing a hundred li of sky, Wang Ping's figure appeared beside the Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree; to his surprise, the fruits on the tree had not yet been picked.

Could it be that they are not yet ripe?

Wang Ping slightly guessed and understood the reason; looking at the situation before him, it seemed exactly as he had thought!

At this moment, the Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree suddenly burst with dazzling silver light; a fragrant qi rose, and merely inhaling a mouthful made Wang Ping instantly feel mentally clear and his brain feel a cool chill.

The Ascending Spirit Fruit Tree matured.

Wang Ping directly plucked nine fruits; the old man had said that after picking, Ascending Spirit Fruits must be consumed within ten shichen, and a cultivator can only take one in a lifetime.

But thinking of the two hundred black-clothed cultivators right behind him, he thought it over and decided to collect them all, lest they benefit those guys.

Whoosh!

Wang Ping directly darted into the forest, fleeing outward; at this moment he dared not fly away into the sky.

His figure swiftly ran through the forest, trying as much as possible to avoid the black-clothed cultivators; sometimes he also saw human cultivators, whom he also kept far from, and thus he escaped over five hundred li, by then already far from the battlefield.

Wang Ping was about to fly away when a black-clothed cultivator suddenly darted out from the side, looking rather disheveled; he also spotted Wang Ping at that moment, and both were somewhat stunned.

"Damn human cultivator, actually forcing me to this point—first endure this young master's wrath!" The black-clothed cultivator spat out incomprehensible bird-language, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

Wang Ping opposite withdrew his divine sense; no one within fifty li around, he glanced at the black-clothed cultivator about to attack and laughed. If it weren't for your numbers, I'd slap you one each.

He didn't waste time, slapped out a palm, a Crystal Great Seal appeared and directly smashed down onto that cultivator!

Bang!

The ground appeared a large pit; that cultivator was directly crushed and exploded by the Heaven-Overturning Seal; afterward he picked up that Storage Bracelet and quickly flew away.

After a quarter hour, dozens of black silhouettes rushed out from deep in the forest, running outward quickly; but after not going far, they all turned back, staring blankly at the neat square pit, where a pile of bloody mud lay.

Everyone's heart rose with a bad thought: Could Young Master Bai of Night Soul have died here, smashed into bloody mud?

Who did it? Who exactly did it?

Ye Ming suddenly roared to the heavens; he was not grieving but frightened, the chief's son had died here for no clear reason—how would he answer for it?

What could he use to answer? Even his own life might not be enough to compensate; the remaining black-clothed cultivators were also filled with terror.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in Ye Ming's mind—could it be him?

………

In a mountain peak, Wang Ping found a cave, set up a Realm Formation, and let the Soul-Eating Worms spread in eight directions to guard fifty li outward.

Only then did he take out the Ascending Spirit Fruit; this fruit needs no refinement—just swallow it, wait quietly for three shichen, and it can raise the soul's potential by one level.

After consuming the Ascending Spirit Fruit, Wang Ping only felt a cool chill in his brain; this sensation lasted three shichen, and throughout the process he felt no pain at all.

Now his most obvious feeling is that after comprehending two Dao intents, the oppressive sensation of those runes has vanished, as if some pressure had suddenly been lifted, leaving his whole body feeling light and relaxed.

I never expected the world to actually have such a fruit!

Wang Ping felt some astonishment in his heart, but thinking of the eight fruits remaining in his hand, he felt a pang of regret—if he just wasted them like that, he'd feel as if struck by lightning.

Could it be that he should go outside and randomly find eight people to swallow them?

Wang Ping quickly discarded that foolish idea; he's not a saint, but that notion gave him a hint—he could sell these spirit fruits to those Spirit Realm cultivators!

Those people surely have plenty of good things; most importantly, their understanding of spirit roots and the Five Elements is exactly what Wang Ping urgently needs now.

The Immortal Inheritance is too lofty; he needs some lower-level insights to draw analogies. His idea also needs more ideas to collide with.

Moreover, this idea is not bad, but it probably needs some subtle packaging; otherwise, as a Lower Realm cultivator, others might not even glance at it, perhaps even just snatch it outright.

Fabricate a false identity—after all, he knows the Spirit Realm language!

Thinking of this, Wang Ping felt somewhat excited; doing some disguise was very easy for him; although the old man had said that cultivators from the Spirit Realm had all died out, but in order to be safe, the cautious Wang Ping made preparations.

After all, what he had done was too astonishing; it's not strange that someone knows Wang Ping's former appearance and Lan Ming's appearance.

After a quarter hour, a cultivator wearing a green robe and a green mask flew up into the high sky.

From now on, I am the Spirit Realm cultivator Mu Sheng who mistakenly entered the Land of Reincarnation; such a thought crossed Wang Ping's mind.