Chapter 829: Incredible Effect! Wang Linyang Betrays!

Rustling~~~

When the plant holy water appeared, the thorn sword grass on Xu Jingming's body immediately reacted.

Branches and roots wildly swayed, reaching eagerly toward the plant holy water in midair.

This time, Xu Jingming did not suppress the thorn sword grass—it plunged into the water sphere like a phantom.

Glug~~

Glug~~~

The fist-sized sphere of plant holy water was completely consumed by the thorn sword grass in an instant.

The next moment,

The thorn sword grass, which had been lying dormant beneath Xu Jingming's armor as a plant suit, detached directly from his body.

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!......

Over a hundred roots suddenly sprouted, burrowing into the ground to absorb nutrients.

At the same time, the thorn sword grass's aura began to surge upward dramatically!

"Is this... going to break through to seventh-rank mid-level?" Xu Jingming's heart jolted.

Last time, when Ailin contacted him, he received 30 billion Star Credits in dividends from the Silver Moon Corporation.

But all that money was spent on forging his spear weapon.

Only after the Fox Spirit Corporation's dividends arrived a month later did he resume supplying the thorn sword grass.

Even with the optimal cultivation method, it would take at least three months to break through to seventh-rank mid-level!

But only one month had passed—meaning that tiny amount of plant holy water was equivalent to two months of cultivation!

"Is this effect... too overpowered?"

Xu Jingming was stunned.

He had expected the plant holy water to be effective, but never this incredibly potent!

Keep in mind,

The volume of that plant holy water just now was less than 200 milliliters.

And in his space ring, he still had a full 3. cubic meters of this plant holy water!!

"Of course—Goddess Flora is the supreme expert on rare and exotic flora.

The plant holy water she created is naturally immensely powerful."

Eva emerged from her smart bracer, smugly saying:

"The plant holy water you have here could enable at least three plant-life seeds to evolve into ninth-rank beings!"

"So powerful?" Xu Jingming was shocked.

If Ailin's Silver Moon Corporation found out, they'd gladly give the entire corporation to him just to obtain this plant holy water.

Of course, he would never trade it.

Wendingzhizaojiujieqiangzhe ， Zhejueduishishifenxiyoudehanjianziyuan ！

"Plant life growth is one aspect, but this holy water also accelerates the growth of rare and exotic flora.

How you use it going forward must be handled with extreme caution."

Xu Jingming exhaled softly, a satisfied smile on his face.

These 3. cubic meters of plant holy water were undoubtedly his greatest treasure from entering the Yer Secret Realm!

"Too bad for Lain—he worked so hard, only to end up serving as my unwitting benefactor."

Thinking of how Lain had chased him down and his furious, helpless rage, Xu Jingming couldn't help but smile.

"By the way, Eva, if I want the thorn sword grass to break through to ninth rank, how long will it take?" Xu Jingming asked.

Plant life still requires time to grow—even with plant holy water's incredible power, it couldn't instantly elevate the thorn sword grass to ninth rank.

"About twelve days," Eva replied.

"Twelve days? That's too tight," Xu Jingming frowned.

The Yer Secret Realm opens for roughly thirty days, but this duration isn't fixed.

The exit portal might open one or two days earlier than expected.

The portal remains open for only two hours—if you don't leave within that time, you'll be trapped forever.

Therefore, all psychics avoid waiting until the final day; instead, they gather at the exit several days in advance.

Today is the 18th day since entering the realm.

That means in ten days, most people will congregate at the portal exit.

Although his Radiant Lightning Ring is already double-layered, granting an 80% boost to his lightning ability,

he still couldn't guarantee victory against the S-class eighth-rank upper-tier psychics from the U. . and Russia.

But with a ninth-rank thorn sword grass augmenting him, it would be entirely different.

He could sweep through all other nations' strongest psychics and seize every rare and exotic plant.

Even the other treasures Lain had found in the Goddess Flora's palace.

But twelve days of normal growth time made all this uncertain.

"Still, I don't necessarily need the thorn sword grass—I have over 1. million ability points on my system panel.

In the remaining ten days, I can still accumulate many more ability points.

If I can directly spend them to level up, I'll still dominate every strong opponent in the realm."

Xu Jingming thought silently.

He then left the thorn sword grass, still in the midst of its evolution, and flew out of the cave.

Next, he would continue killing to accumulate ability points...

Somewhere in the Yer Secret Realm, the followers of the Sect of Fate were also on the move.

They had already slain many psychics from various nations, and now they encountered three Chinese psychics.

"Surrender. Join the Sect of Fate, and you shall gain eternal life."

Tian Jian grinned wickedly, arms wide open, looking down at the three severely wounded Chinese men before him.

The three Chinese psychics were Wang Linyang and Zhao Zhi, both eighth-rank mid-level, and the sole eighth-rank upper-tier, Fang Yuan.

"The Sect of Fate! How did members of the Sect of Fate sneak into the Secret Realm?!"

Fang Yuan, drenched in blood like a living corpse, stared desperately at the handsome young man.

This man was only seventh-rank upper-tier, yet he had utterly dominated Fang Yuan without resistance!

Undoubtedly, he was an SS-class psychic awakener!

More crucially, the wild-looking man standing beside this handsome youth.

Just now, when the man unleashed his aura, his bloodline surged like an ocean, overwhelming Fang Yuan with the pressure of a ninth-rank martial saint!

But how was that possible?

The Yer Secret Realm forbids ninth-rank beings from entering—that was a well-established rule confirmed by the strongest explorers!

How could the Sect of Fate bypass this?

There's a conspiracy here—absolutely!

Before he could think further, Tian Jian's voice rang out again, now laced with clear impatience:

"I'll count down from three. If you don't submit, you'll die."

"Fuck you! I'd rather die than join your cult!"

Fang Yuan glared furiously at Tian Jian.

Gathering his last remaining blood energy into the shape of a battle blade, he prepared to strike—

When suddenly—pfft!

A sharp dagger pierced through his chest, its tip dripping crimson blood.

Boom!!

The fragile blood energy he'd mustered instantly shattered.

Already gravely wounded, Fang Yuan turned his head with great difficulty—and saw Wang Linyang's twisted, monstrous face:

"Old Fang, I don't want to die! So I'm sorry, but you'll have to sacrifice yourself!!"

Swish—

A flash of blade light—Fang Yuan's head was cleanly severed, rolling lifelessly onto the ground.

Pfft—

Blood gushed like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground crimson before the headless corpse finally collapsed.