Chapter 4: Explosive! Even Jieyin and Zhunti couldn't believe their eyes!

That day, the three arrived at a blessed grotto.

Looking around, jeweled herbs and immortal blossoms carpeted the ground, glittering and reflecting each other's light.

Ancient trees towered to the sky, sturdy as dragons, their whole bodies flashing with an icy luster, as if forged from immortal gold and divine metal—clearly not mundane.

In the distance stood a divine peak and great mountain, majestic and vast, with rolling clouds.

"Haha, there are so many spiritual roots and immortal fruits here!"

"Too bad, the few innate spiritual roots present are only medium grade, even low grade."

Zhunti spoke as if sighing.

But though he said so, his hand movements were not slow at all.

Before his words faded, Zhunti swept his wide sleeve, releasing a quasi-saint level power that poured out, sweeping across hundreds of thousands of li.

In the blink of an eye, each spiritual root and immortal fruit, each ancient divine tree, was forcibly uprooted and fell into Zhunti's palm.

At the same time, the earth rumbled "Boom—", deafening.

Chen Ku clearly sensed that Zhunti unleashed a surge of power that delved deep beneath the earth.

Such means were clearly not limited to the immediate area; he also wanted to dig three feet into the ground, to explore beneath the earth for any opportunity.

In a short moment, the originally auspicious light and rosy mist of the blessed grotto were turned into ruined walls and broken walls, a mess everywhere.

Only when there was nothing left beneath the earth did Zhunti stop, somewhat unwilling.

Moreover, although his mouth was full of disdain, after scavenging many opportunities here, Zhunti's face showed a satisfied smile that could not be hidden.

Watching this, Chen Ku's expression turned strange, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Good fellow!

This is hardly seeking opportunity; it's clearly bandit looting.

By comparison, his own master Jieyin appeared far more steady and composed.

Little did he know, Chen Ku had just flashed such a thought in his mind.

Glancing sideways, he saw Jieyin bearing a solemn, precious appearance, with the aura of an immortal and the bones of a Daoist.

He shook his head and sighed:

"Alas, the Eastern realm's fortune is overwhelming, its blessings deep."

"Compared to my Western realm, it's simply heaven and earth apart."

"That divine peak seems forged from condensed immortal gold; left here to suffer wind and rain, isn't that a waste of heavenly treasures?!"

Saying this, Jieyin unleashed a palm strike.

In an instant, the stars shifted and the heavens turned, as if the universe were being overturned.

Various laws and orders intertwined and transformed.

In just a few breaths, the entire divine peak and great mountain was refined into a hundred-zhang block of immortal gold, which Jieyin naturally stored away.

Chen Ku:???

Fine!

After all, he had overthought it.

At this moment he finally understood why all beings gnash their teeth at Jieyin and Zhunti.

This is no quasi-saint mighty one; it's clearly a locust swarm passing through, leaving not a blade of grass!

But precisely because of this, perhaps the Western realm will later rise and flourish.

After all, in the primordial world, strength reigns supreme; only by strengthening oneself without scruple is the sole truth.

Just then, Jieyin and Zhunti seemed to notice Chen Ku's expression.

To loot everything clean in front of one's own disciple is truly a loss of dignity.

Jieyin couldn't help but blush, about to speak a few words of explanation.

Who would have thought, Chen Ku also finally came to his senses.

"Hehe, since Master and Uncle have arisen with great benevolence, unwilling to claim those spiritual roots, immortal fruits, and ownerless immortal gold and divine metal,"

"then as a disciple I cannot refuse."

As his words fell, Chen Ku also immediately acted.

Underfoot, the spiritual grasses swayed, their brilliance dim.

Even Zhunti had previously looked down on them, so he did not seize them.

But Chen Ku knew these spiritual grasses, though appearing dim and insignificant, would become rare treasures given time.

Especially when the demon and witch tribes later shatter Mount Buzhou, when innate spiritual energy is gone and acquired spiritual energy arises, even a single stalk of innate spiritual grass becomes priceless.

Therefore, he naturally could not let them go!

This time, it was Jieyin and Zhunti who were left stunned.

Good fellow!

I outright call him a good fellow!

Not even a stray weed is spared.

This disciple truly has a thicker skin than the two of us.

Jieyin shook his head, laughing helplessly, and instantly an expression of 'the child is teachable' appeared in his eyes.

However, there was still more.

Having stored the spiritual grasses, Chen Ku's gaze shifted, turning to look beneath his feet.

"Hmm… since this place can nurture so many spiritual roots and immortal blossoms,"

"could it be because the soil itself inherently contains richer spiritual energy?"

"If so, these too cannot be let go."

Muttering under his breath, Chen Ku, without hesitation, continued to strike.

Rolling torrents of magical power poured forth.

This time, even the already barren and devastated soil was utterly seized by Chen Ku and taken away.

Jieyin Zhunti stared, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Unbearable to watch!

Really unbearable to watch!

Originally, they thought that their own act of digging three feet deep was already enough.

Unexpectedly, this disciple of theirs not only dug three feet deep, but even took the soil itself.

Such "thick-skinnedness" is truly born to be a Western disciple.

Zhunti couldn't help bursting into loud laughter.

"Haha, wonderful, wonderful!"

"This disciple, Senior Brother, you have truly taken on the right one."

Zhunti's words caused Jieyin to nod repeatedly.

When the three finally stopped, all that remained of the once misty, spirit-rich blessed land was a scene of utter ruin, empty of anything.

And this was merely the beginning.

The three continued on their journey, and wherever they passed, they let no low-grade spiritual roots, immortal fruits, or opportunities go untaken.

This made countless beings gnash their teeth in anger, yet out of fear of Jieyin Zhunti's quasi-saint cultivation and their status as named disciples of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, they dared not act.

Of course, the three were not merely plundering opportunities.

During their travels, Jieyin Zhunti also occasionally spoke up, continuing to impart the Dao to Chen Ku.

Various arts, great divine abilities, and so on—endlessly flowing—brought Chen Ku immense gains; even his muttered lamentations about the Dao became far fewer.

The Primordial Era knows no years!

In the course of their travels, a thousand years slipped by leisurely.

On this day, Chen Ku sat cross-legged upon a bed of rosy clouds, his eyes half-closed, appearing as if asleep, allowing Jieyin Zhunti to lead him on further travels through heaven and earth.

As for this, Jieyin Zhunti had long grown accustomed to it; during their travels, Chen Ku would occasionally fall into such a "slumbering" state.

Jieyin Zhunti simply thought it was because Chen Ku's cultivation was still insufficient, merely closing his eyes to rest and recuperate.

But at a certain moment, Chen Ku's body suddenly shuddered violently.

Immediately, a mighty, profound aura, fierce and unmatched, surged forth abruptly.