Chapter 204: Treasure Seizure

Though not strong, the fragrance stirred the spirit and brought profound comfort to the body.

Moreover, to Wang Yu, who had grown up in Huayuan on Blue Star, this scent was not unfamiliar—it was the familiar aroma of tea.

This small white tree was, in fact, a rare spirit tea tree from the outside world!

Spirit tea refers to tea leaves steeped by special methods, beneficial even to cultivators; the plants that grow such leaves are naturally called spirit tea trees.

Spirit tea differs from spirit rice and spirit herbs—it is exceedingly rare, and drinking it generally grants cultivators certain benefits: some slowly purify cultivation energy, others instantly enhance comprehension, and still others subtly improve the body's qi and blood.

Some markets sell so-called "spirit tea," but in truth, these are merely high-grade tea leaves processed by special roasting techniques—pleasant to the palate, yet offering no real benefit to cultivators.

Wang Yu knew that in the Four Symbols Sect, only the Heavenly Toad Ancestor personally possessed one second-rank spirit tea tree, and a few first-rank spirit tea trees grew in the sect's spirit herb garden, belonging to the sect as a whole.

The leaves from the Heavenly Toad Ancestor's second-rank spirit tea tree could nourish the spirit and stabilize the mind; it was said that long-term consumption greatly helped suppress demonic obsessions.

The several first-rank spirit tea trees in the sect's herb garden had uniform effects: regular consumption slowly refined cultivation energy.

With so few spirit tea trees, they produced only tiny amounts of leaves every few years, and nearly all of it went to the Golden Core ancestors and Foundation Establishment elders and true disciples; outer and inner sect disciples rarely ever saw any.

As for the sect's affiliated cultivation families, the Yun family supposedly had one first-rank spirit tea tree, said to possess the miraculous ability to neutralize poison—but no one knew if it was true.

Beyond that, he had never heard of any other affiliated family possessing a spirit tea tree.

Though he did not know the specific effects of the leaves from this spirit tea tree, even the most insignificant benefit would be enough to make a cultivation family flourish and become the deepest foundation of their lineage.

Wang Yu forcibly suppressed his excitement, tore his gaze reluctantly from the spirit tea tree, and turned to watch the two giant beasts still fighting.

The enormous size and overwhelming spiritual pressure emanating from both beasts clearly indicated they were nearing the peak of Qi Refinement.

Fortunately, their innate techniques seemed ordinary: the giant boar could only stiffen its coarse bristles to harden its hide and heat its two tusks to a crimson glow, imbuing them with flame.

The emerald giant serpent, though bizarre in appearance, possessed only one real ability: it could temporarily make its tail immensely powerful, striking with such force that it sent the boar reeling, preventing it from closing in even slightly.

Wang Yu silently observed the two giants' battle, having no intention of intervening immediately—he planned to bide his time and become the final beneficiary.

But soon, he could no longer sit still.

Frustrated, the green giant serpent revealed another innate technique: its twin golden pupils contracted sharply, its massive body swayed, and the grass on the ground suddenly grew wildly long and thick, intertwining into ropes that instantly tripped the boar's legs as it sprinted.

"Thud."

The giant boar, caught off guard, crashed heavily to the ground, denting the earth into a deep pit, while the surrounding grass transformed into thick nets, surging over its massive body layer upon layer, swiftly binding it in place.

Seeing his predicament, the giant boar's eyes turned blood-red; it snorted several times, then opened its mouth upward and spat out a thick, roaring column of fire that pierced through the layers of grass nets and surged violently into the sky.

At that moment, a shadow flickered above—Wang Yu's body shimmered with swirling white clouds, and he swung a silver folding fan downward, instantly summoning a rolling gale that crushed the fire column back to low altitude.

He dared not let the fire column reach the sky; such a conspicuous sight would draw attention from anyone nearby.

Now that he had acted, he intended to end this swiftly.

Wang Yu drew a deep breath; his body swelled instantly, then exhaled—and his upper torso surged upward again, tearing his clothes apart to reveal a faint golden tiger head tattoo on his back. The silver folding fan vanished from his hand, replaced by three willow-leaf daggers. He flicked his wrist, and the daggers vanished from sight.

The next instant, the emerald serpent, its eyes blazing with fury as it prepared to leap skyward, let out a shriek and collapsed to the ground, two silver daggers embedded simultaneously in its eyes and vital spot.

Blinded and mortally wounded, the serpent writhed wildly on the ground, thrashing its head and tail against everything around it.

At this moment, Wang Yu's white clouds vanished; he plummeted rapidly from the sky.

The giant boar had just freed itself from the grass ropes and half-raised its body when Wang Yu stomped down hard on its forehead; its massive head sank into the earth, burying most of it like a dog digging into dirt.

But the next moment, the beast erupted in rage—its rear body convulsed, its hardened bristles glowed with golden light, then detached and rained down like needles toward Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's eyes flashed coldly; golden mist surged across his body, covering every inch of his skin.

The needle-like bristles struck the golden mist, producing a continuous patter like rain on a bamboo fence; then the mist expanded and rolled outward, flinging every bristle back.

At that instant, Wang Yu's arms thickened, veins bulging, and as golden mist curled around them, golden arm guards materialized.

The next moment, his arms blurred and vanished.

Around him, the air screamed as countless golden fist shadows appeared, hammering down on the boar's head like a machine gun.

"Boom!"

With his current physical strength and the Black Tiger Breathing Art activated, each sonic punch carried thousands of catties of force.

The giant boar struggled desperately below, but each fist strike slammed its massive head deeper into the earth.

After the barrage ended, the boar's entire head was buried almost entirely in the soil, its massive body twitching weakly outside, silent now, only blood foam bubbling up from the pit.

(Dear fellow cultivators, Wuyu returns after the festival—normal updates resume tomorrow.)