Chapter 75

"Wang Ye! I only need one Foundation Establishment Pill; if I get the medicinal pill, I'll leave—how about that?" said an old man wearing feathered robes,

At the gate of Brushing Willow Court, Wang Ye calmly asked:

"Give you one, what about the remaining cultivators?"

The old man said indifferently: "I don't care about the other cultivators, but here I must have you give me one; otherwise, if I make a move, you should understand that you won't be able to keep even one, Wang Ye—you must understand that my not acting is the greatest kindness to you!"

Wang Ping and his five companions, who had just arrived, were so angry their noses almost twisted; they had never seen such a shameless cultivator.

Wang Ye, standing at the gate, threw his head back and laughed loudly:

"I've seen shameless people, but never someone as shameless as you, old fool! Do you believe it? If you dare step into this gate today, I, Wang Ye, will sacrifice all my cultivation and still sever your foundation, cut off your path to longevity! Fellow cultivators, being able to help you stop a powerful opponent, you'd surely be willing, right?"

The remaining cultivators' eyes flickered; they were clearly thinking.

Wang Ye's words were naked, without any concealment; his eyes began to turn a dark green, the manifestation of his unique Beast Taming Technique operating at its extreme.

That old man was named Wang Maolin, a renowned loose cultivator who possessed a supreme-grade magical artifact; his cultivation had reached the point where no further progress was possible, nearly approaching two thousand strands of spiritual power.

With such cultivation, ordinary cultivators were no match for him, but hearing Wang Ye's threat and seeing the first-stage late-stage great perfection demon beast beside him also made his heart tremble.

Body refinement cultivators and demon beasts are known for their tough skin and thick flesh; if they truly risked their lives to surround him, he might indeed suffer serious injuries.

For a moment, he actually had reservations, and a hesitant expression appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Wang Ye laughed even louder: "You coward without balls, daring to come steal my grandfather's Foundation Establishment Pill—I spit!"

After saying that, he actually spat, and with the contempt in his eyes, Wang Maolin's brows twitched with anger; if he didn't act after such an insult, his reputation would plummet.

"Wang Ye! You dare insult me! You're courting death!"

Wang Maolin let out an angry roar; his aged body instantly turned into that of a middle-aged man, and a black spear appeared above his head.

This is his supreme-grade magical artifact, the Black Slaying Heaven-Piercing Spear, obtained from one of his other acquisitions, which he treasures as a precious jewel.

Half of his fame comes from earning it with the Black Slaying Heaven-Piercing Spear.

With the appearance of the supreme-grade magical artifact, a fierce pressure emanated from Wang Maolin's body.

Wang Ye's eyes showed no fear whatsoever, and a twelve-foot silver spear appeared in his hand.

That spotted leopard also lowered its forepaws and let out a low growl from its mouth!

The great battle was clearly about to erupt!

Rip! A sound like cloth being torn suddenly echoed through the air above Brushing Willow Court.

Then something happened that left the more than fifty cultivators on site stunned.

A bald monk whose whole body shone with golden light suddenly appeared, then he stretched out his abnormally large right hand and fiercely slapped toward Wang Maolin.

Crack!

The monk's golden right palm directly shattered Wang Maolin's protective spiritual light, and then all the cultivators saw the previously arrogant Wang Maolin be slapped and sent flying.

This scene left them somewhat dazed; when immortal cultivators face off, everyone usually casts spells and launches magical treasures to clash from afar, which looks graceful and beautiful.

Where has there ever been such a violent act?

"Amitabha! The monk almost broke the precept against killing, sorry, sorry!" Master Liaoruo, after acting, immediately proclaimed a Buddhist chant, claiming he had almost broken the killing precept just now, repeatedly saying sorry.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wang Ping and his group also tore through the air, landing before the gate of Brushing Willow Court; everyone was somewhat surprised by Master Liaoruo's strength.

That Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator was clearly strong, his protective spirit light even more substantial, yet the master shattered it with a single slap, sending his body flying; the action was so swift the opponent didn't even have time to unleash a top‑grade magical artifact.

This almost matches Wang Ping's combat power.

Master Liaoru, although his back was turned to Wang Ping and the others, seemed to know what they were thinking, and he transmitted his voice quietly:

"That strike is a secret technique I learned in the temple; I can use it only once in a short time, and that cultivator is not dead! Afterwards, I will no longer possess such strength!"

"Hahaha! Well struck!" Wang Ye's voice came from the courtyard, his excited tone tinged with a hint of wildness and unconstraint.

Wang Ping turned, nodded at Wang Ye, then turned again and coldly gazed at the cultivators outside.

Buzz!

The azure‑light sword flew out again, continuously circling above his head.

"Hmph! Everyone! There are quite a few familiar faces among you!"

Wang Ping's cold snort made a dozen or so cultivators there feel a bit frightened, and they quietly stepped back a few paces.

But many more cultivators remained unmoved.

Even if someone knew Wang Ping's battle record, and even saw the monk's recent move, the allure of Foundation Establishment is no less than before.

If it weren't for this auction, how could there be so many Foundation Establishment pill ingredients flowing out? These were all transported from the Alliance interior; the Alliance did this to increase the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Western Dragging Land, in order to counter the Soul Refining Hall, which specifically uses the Gathering Treasure Pavilion to conduct auctions.

Actually, these ingredients are far cheaper than in the Alliance interior, but there's nothing to be done—who let this place have relatively scarce resources.

A Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator would find it somewhat difficult to produce five thousand spirit stones; it is said that in the Alliance interior, even the poorest such cultivator can possess twenty‑ to thirty‑thousand low‑grade spirit stones.

The abundance of spirit stone mines there is beyond the imagination of the many cultivators in the Western Dragging Land.

Many cultivators realize this may be a once‑in‑fifty‑years opportunity, so they desperately besiege the alchemists in hopes of obtaining a Foundation Establishment pill.

"Daoist Friend Lan Ming, if you think we will retreat just because we fear you, you are mistaken. What a Foundation Establishment pill means needs no further explanation—you surely understand. Without such a pill, our chance of breaking through to Foundation Establishment on our own is less than thirty percent! By then, thirty years of bitter cultivation would vanish in an instant; in that case, dying at your hands or dying later from a failed Foundation Establishment attempt seems hardly different. Why shouldn't we take a risky gamble?"

Among the more than fifty cultivators present, a cultivator dressed in a dark‑black long robe calmly voiced his resolve.

For the sake of a Foundation Establishment pill, even if it meant dying beneath Wang Ping's sword, they would spare no effort!

"Daoist Friend Lan, to obstruct another's path to the Dao is a grudge that cannot be shared under the same heaven!"

"Daoist Friend Lan! We will surely obtain the Foundation Establishment pill!"

"Without a Foundation Establishment pill, I cannot break through to Foundation Establishment at all; in that case, it would be better to launch a daring, spectacular gamble right now!"

That cultivator's words resonated with those present; Foundation Establishment is the common pursuit of all cultivators.

This is a rare opportunity; I've heard that elsewhere, several alchemists jointly refined thirteen Foundation Establishment pills, and it's said that there they've gone mad with slaughter, with Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivators falling in droves.

Master Zhang Zuo's alchemical ability is beyond doubt; from a single batch of Foundation Establishment pill materials he can surely refine five pills, giving each cultivator present a one‑in‑five chance to obtain one—how could they possibly leave!

Wang Ping said with a cold smile:

Hmph! Robbers are robbers, greed is greed—why speak so pompously? Our auctioned foundation-establishment materials—just because you want to establish foundation, you want to attain the Dao—you must be given a share!

Saying this, Wang Ping sneered: "You must be daydreaming!"