Chapter 312: He Wenda

The flame flickered out, and Wan Shan's voice cut off abruptly.

He Wenda

Wang Yu muttered the name, then sneered and dismissed the matter entirely.

Even facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had a fair chance of victory—how could he fear a mere Qi Condensation disciple's challenge?

Far more important was to log into the Foundation Establishment hall multiple times and accumulate more Foundation Establishment experience.

Thinking thus, Wang Yu left the alchemy chamber, passed through two corridors, and arrived at an isolated stone chamber surrounded by over a hundred spirit trees.

Externally, the chamber matched the meditation room in the login interface exactly; the only difference was a pale purple cushion placed in the center, and in the corner stood a bronze candlestand, one meter tall, with half a milky-white candle inserted.

The purple cushion was woven from the exceedingly rare "Illusion Spirit Grass," offering miraculous effects: calming the spirit, repelling evil, and greatly reducing the risk of deviating from the Dao—only Golden Core Ancestors and True Disciples of the Four Symbols Sect could receive one periodically.

For other Foundation Establishment elders, it required thousands of spirit stones and a massive amount of contribution points; crucially, its effect lasted only one year, and supply was limited—even with spirit stones and contribution points, one might still fail to obtain it from the General Affairs Hall.

As for the milky-white candle, it was no ordinary item but the equally rare "Calm Heart Incense," capable of significantly extending a cultivator's breath cultivation time; within the Four Symbols Sect, it was a priceless auxiliary spirit item, available only in sufficient quantity to True Disciples.

In addition, Wang Yu received over ten thousand spirit stones and pills annually from the General Affairs Hall for free, could purchase other cultivation resources under twenty thousand spirit stones at half price, and, if he accumulated enough contribution points, could even request guidance from Golden Core Ancestors on cultivation matters.

Such generous benefits left inner and outer sect disciples stunned and filled with envy.

But this was still not the greatest value of a True Disciple!

As Wang Yu pondered, he suddenly formed a hand seal and shot a spell toward the ground at the chamber's center.

The next instant, several spots within the acre-sized grove erupted with thick white light pillars, rising into the sky and lingering without dissipating.

Simultaneously, countless white spirit runes spread rapidly across the nearby ground, like a vast silk net covering every corner of the grove, coalescing into a white formation pattern.

At the center of the formation lay Wang Yu's chamber; under the formation's activation, the hundred spirit trees gradually became crystal-clear, frantically absorbing the entire estate's heavenly and earthly spirit energy.

The entire grove seemed to transform into an invisible colossal funnel, its narrowest point directly beneath the stone chamber.

Within barely a dozen breaths, wisps of white spirit mist condensed in the grove and drifted automatically toward the chamber.

This was none other than the famed Small Spirit Gathering Formation of the cultivation world!

Originally, the spirit energy atop Tianzhu Mountain was far purer than that in the middle and lower sections; combined with this Small Spirit Gathering Formation, which concentrated spirit energy within a certain range, the cultivation environment's purity increased two to threefold.

Of course, due to the formation's extreme rarity, even True Disciples had to pre-spend astronomical contribution points to acquire it from the sect—Wang Yu, having already received this reward, naturally faced no such hassle.

This was another reason he had advanced so swiftly to Qi Condensation Level Twelve's peak.

Likewise, without such an advantageous cultivation environment, even the most prodigious True Disciples could never reach Foundation Establishment so young.

Inside the chamber now, the milky-white candle burned, emitting a soothing, penetrating fragrance, while pale white spirit mist filled the air.

As Wang Yu breathed in and out, the mist flowed directly through his nose and mouth, continuously refining and purifying his spiritual power, while his depleted Star Mind force slowly restored with each inhalation and exhalation.

One month later.

Before a towering two-story pavilion on the mountainside, a blue bird, over ten feet long, flew through the sky from afar, circled once before the pavilion, then plunged directly into its first-floor hall.

The bird folded its wings, and two figures stepped down from its back.

One wore a blue robe and tall crown—it was Yun Cang, who had once clashed with Wang Yu over a decade ago; the other was a twenty-year-old youth in coarse linen, broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes and wild, unkempt hair, radiating an indescribable untamed aura.

Yun Cang merely glanced briefly at the massive armored statues on either side, then sat cross-legged to one side without a word.

The linen-clad youth, however, after studying the massive gate of the cave dwelling, suddenly roared out: "He Wenda has long heard of Brother Wang Yu's extraordinary strength—you once crushed a demonic True Disciple while still at Qi Condensation's late stage. I've come specifically to seek your guidance. I humbly beg Brother Wang Yu to instruct me."

His voice thundered across the sky, startling several Foundation Establishment elders and cultivators in nearby caves who were in deep meditation.

Instinctively, they released threads of divine sense to probe this direction from afar.

Both He Wenda and Wang Yu were well-known among True Disciples—at least, they had all paid them special attention for a time.

Behind the towering cave gate within the pavilion, silence reigned—no response came.

After waiting a moment, Yun Cang remained expressionless, but the linen-clad youth raised his eyebrows and spoke again, bluntly:

"So, Brother Wang Yu dares not fight?"

"If you dare not, then yield your True Disciple position—He Xing won't tolerate sharing True Disciple status with a coward!"

This time, the linen-clad youth's words were even more brazen, stirring quiet exchanges among several nearby divine senses.

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"He Wenda's nerve is astonishing—he speaks so ruthlessly, doesn't he fear a life-or-death feud with Wang Yu?"

"Since He Brother has stepped forward, he's already prepared for a life-or-death struggle. To seize another's True Disciple position is to block their Dao path—how could this be taken lightly? I'm curious: what exactly did the Yun family offer to make him risk this?"

"Heh, what else? The price of his life. I've heard He Wenda recently took a new cultivation partner—she's from the Yun family. And not long ago, the Yun family spent a fortune buying a 'Hundred Meridians Reshaping Pill,' the very pill He Wenda has long sought."

"Hundred Meridians Reshaping Pill—that's a second-rank rare pill! Could this He Brother secretly cultivate that forbidden art? No wonder he crushed other Qi Condensation disciples on the Four Sects Arena."

"Regardless of whether it's true, clearly the cost was worth it for this He Brother to act."

"I'm curious: Wang Yu was once called the top Qi Condensation cultivator—after so many years, his strength must have grown further. Why does this He Brother believe he can win?"

"What tricks? Probably pills, artifacts, or talismans that boost power. The Yun family once produced a Golden Core Ancestor—pulling out a few items to crush Qi Condensation disciples would be effortless."

"Makes sense. Then I'll wait to see if Wang Yu truly dares to accept the challenge."

The nearby divine senses, after a flurry of rapid exchanges, fell silent once more.