Chapter 176

A silver-white butterfly kept dancing in front of Wang Ping; this was indeed his tracking butterfly, White Snow.

No matter how fast he flew, the tracking butterfly always stayed one step ahead; this was the secret technique inherited in its body, the Breath Pulling Technique.

Now the tracking butterfly has advanced to the growth stage, and its inherited secret technique is gradually awakening; the Breath Pulling Technique is one of them.

The inheritance land marked out by the Spirit Realm humans is so vast that to find them, the tracking butterfly is undoubtedly the best choice.

Wang Ping flew for a full two hours before the tracking butterfly located the aura of the Spirit Realm human cultivator sensed near the Spirit-Ascending Fruit Tree.

Ahead lay a lake, vast in scope, about a hundred li in radius, with several small islands scattered sparsely within it; just like the inheritance land, it still had no living beings.

At a glance, there was no trace of Spirit Realm cultivators; only a shimmering lake surface, surrounded by undulating earthen slopes—some over ten zhang high, others a couple of zhang. The slopes were covered in green grass and vegetation, with a few short trees resembling pines and cypresses.

Wang Ping muttered, "This really isn't a good place to hide people; could they have set up a formation?"

His overwhelming divine sense kept sweeping the vicinity, finally letting him detect a slight difference, Wang Ping directed his

He directed his gaze toward a patch of grass by the lake.

The grass there looked the same as elsewhere, with no visible difference, and even the life essence within the grass was similar, but to Wang Ping, who cultivated the Qingdi Changsheng Gong, this concentration of life force seemed overly pure.

It's you!

Wang Ping smiled faintly, continuously sending a mental transmission over the lake surface: "I am Mu Sheng; I wish to trade with you all—may I ask if you fellow cultivators would come out to meet?"

His transmission used the Spirit Realm language!

After several transmissions went unanswered, Wang Ping's smile remained unchanged—this was expected; if those inside would appear after just a few words, he would doubt the intelligence of these Spirit Realm people.

So they calmly took out a spell-breaking shield and a spell-breaking arrow from their storage bracelet, pointed the arrowhead at the patch of grass where he had sensed the anomaly, and sent another transmission:

"Friends, I have offended you!"

As the words fell, the spell-breaking arrow flew from his hand; Wang Ping stood still, knowing this arrow could not harm that patch of grass.

Sure enough, a tall figure appeared there, a clump of earthen-yellow light shimmering on his body, and before the spell-breaking arrow could reach him, it was enveloped by a suddenly appearing mud ball.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a few dull thuds, the mud ball fell silent—clearly, the spell-breaking arrow had been broken by that cultivator.

"You have keen eyes, fellow cultivator! I am Mu Ying—may I ask which clan of the Spirit Realm you belong to?"

"I am naturally also a human! I have come this time to trade with you all!" Wang Ping said.

Mu Ying's gaze remained calm, steadily asking, "What trade do you have in mind, fellow cultivator?"

Wang Ping said, word by word: "Spirit! Ascending! Fruit!"

Mu Ying's whole body shuddered; he couldn't help stepping forward, his eyes flashing with light: "How many do you have? I'll take them all!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Suddenly, four cultivators appeared beside Mu Ying, their gazes burning, all fixed on Wang Ping; four strands of divine sense had already locked onto him.

Wang Ping's smile didn't waver; their divine sense strength was less than half his, though they had grasped two Dao arts each, but not yet perfected, and they hadn't reached great completion in the Initiate Dao realm—nothing to worry about.

Seeing the green-robed person before them remain unfazed despite the pressure of their four divine senses, Mu Ying and the others' expressions shifted slightly—this cultivator seemed somewhat extraordinary.

"What! Are you planning to seize it by force?" Wang Ping asked lightly.

Mu Ying's eyes flashed; he smiled and said, "Where? It's merely a small test method—you surely wouldn't mind—but do you truly have Spirit-Ascending Fruit in your hand?"

Wang Ping smiled faintly: "Naturally!"

As he spoke, a silver fruit appeared in his hand!

Mu Ying and the others were extremely excited, warmly inviting Wang Ping inside for detailed discussion; Wang Ping smiled and refused, saying:

"Let's discuss there; if you have need, bring your insights on the five phases and spiritual roots, and the highest bidder gets it! Of course, if you have rarer heavenly treasures, those work too!"

Having said that, Wang Ping flew straight to a hill a hundred li away, set up a concealment formation, and the Soul-devouring Butterfly continued to keep watch fifty li out.

After the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Mu Ying and those four cultivators flew over, followed by ten more cultivators behind them.

After landing, Mu Ying performed the customary cultivator greeting toward Wang Ping, then asked:

"Greetings, Fellow Cultivator Mu! I wonder how many Spirit-Ascending Fruits you hold?"

Wang Ping smiled without answering, then said: "I suppose you all are cultivators willing to buy Spirit-Ascending Fruit; I won't stand on ceremony—let the trade begin! Send me the information you wish to trade, and I'll select what's most useful to me and trade with you."

Seeing Wang Ping so straightforward, Mu Ying and the others didn't delay, directly tossing the information jade slips from his hand over; Wang Ping reached out, caught them, and sent a thread of divine sense into each to examine them.

After ten breaths, Wang Ping withdrew his divine sense with a grim look, his unfixed gaze locked on Mu Ying and the others, and his aura slowly released.

"Friends, I came with good intentions to trade, yet you offer me these ordinary goods! Your hearts are not sincere!" Wang Ping's voice sounded slowly,

"Hah! You say that, meaning you think our gifts are trash—these are the insights of our family's seniors; you dare defile their insights, it seems you have no sincere intention to trade!"

Behind Mu Ying stood a young cultivator with a full face of unruliness, who spoke arrogantly.

Mu Ying and the leading cultivators furrowed their brows but said nothing; this was their plan—to weigh each other's strength.

Although Zhang Shan's words were unpleasant to hear, the others also acquiesced!

"Heh, defilement?" Wang Ping gave a cold smile; the jade slips in his hand slapped onto the ground one after another, then he lifted his right foot slightly and came down hard on them, facing the gazes of the opposing Spirit Realm cultivators, and said disdainfully, "This is what defilement looks like!"

"You're bold!"

Zhang Shan shouted angrily.

A flash of anger crossed Wang Ping's eyes; his figure vanished abruptly, so fast that none of the cultivators reacted in time—by the time they came to, Zhang Shan was already being frenziedly smashed on the head by the green-robed cultivator wielding a crystal great seal!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhang Shan's head instantly gushed blood!

Wang Ping's behavior was simply arrogant, overbearing, and contemptuous of all!

Seeing Zhang Shan about to have his head smashed, Mu Ying and the others finally came to their senses and shouted loudly, "Stop!"

He immediately ceased, stowing the Heaven-Overturning Seal; his mood eased, and after having the Heaven-Overturning Seal in his hand for so long, it finally served as a brick!