That day, the three arrived at a Blessed Grotto-Heaven.
Looking out, immortal grasses and jade-like flowers carpeted the ground, glittering brilliantly and reflecting one another.
Ancient trees towered into the heavens, their gnarled trunks like dragons, their entire bodies flashing with a cold gleam as though they had been forged from Immortal Metal Divine Iron. Clearly, they were no ordinary things.
In the distance stood divine peaks and great mountains, majestic and vast, with billowing seas of clouds.
"Ha ha, there are so many Spiritual Root Immortal Fruits here!"
"What a pity. The few Innate Spiritual Roots are only mid-grade, or even low-grade."
Zhun Ti spoke with a sigh.
Yet despite his words, his hands did not slow in the slightest.
Before his voice had even faded, Zhun Ti swept his sleeve. The mighty power of a quasi-saint poured forth, sweeping across hundreds of thousands of miles.
In the blink of an eye, Spiritual Root Immortal Fruits and Ancient Divine Wood were forcibly uprooted and gathered into Zhun Ti's palm.
At the same time, the earth rumbled thunderously, deafeningly loud.
Chen Ku clearly sensed Zhun Ti unleashing a great power deep beneath the ground.
He was clearly not content with what lay before his eyes. He intended to dig three feet into the earth and search below for any hidden opportunities.
In only a brief moment, the Blessed Grotto-Heaven, once overflowing with auspicious light and radiant splendor, had been reduced to ruined walls and utter devastation.
Only after finding no more opportunities beneath the earth did Zhun Ti finally stop, somewhat unwillingly.
Moreover, though his words had been full of disdain, the satisfied smile on Zhun Ti's face after plundering so many opportunities was impossible to hide.
Chen Ku could only stare at the sight with a strange expression, dumbfounded.
Good heavens!
This was not seeking opportunities at all. This was outright banditry.
By comparison, his own master, Jie Yin, appeared much steadier and more composed.
Who would have thought that this thought had barely crossed Chen Ku's mind—
When he glanced sideways, he saw Jie Yin wearing a solemn, dignified expression, looking every bit like an immortal sage.
Jie Yin shook his head and sighed.
"Alas, the East possesses such boundless fortune and profound blessings."
"Compared to our West, it is like heaven and earth."
"That divine mountain seems to be formed from immortal metal. Would it not be a waste of heaven's gifts to leave it here exposed to wind and rain?!"
As he spoke, Jie Yin struck out with his palm.
In an instant, it was as though the stars shifted and the heavens and earth were remade.
All manner of laws and order intertwined and transformed.
In just a few breaths, the entire Divine Peak and Great Mountain had been refined into a hundred-zhang block of immortal metal, which Jie Yin calmly put away.
Chen Ku: ???
Well then!
He had truly overthought it.
At that moment, he finally understood why all living beings gritted their teeth in hatred toward Jie Yin and Zhun Ti.
What quasi-saint great powers? They were clearly locusts passing through a field, leaving not a blade of grass behind!
Yet perhaps it was precisely because of this that the West would one day rise and flourish.
After all, strength reigned supreme in the prehistoric world. The only truth was to strengthen oneself by any means necessary.
Just then, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti seemed to notice Chen Ku's expression as well.
Plundering the place so thoroughly before their own disciple truly damaged their dignity.
Jie Yin's old face flushed red, and he was just about to offer an explanation.
But Chen Ku had finally come back to his senses.
"Hehe, since Master and Martial Uncle are so kind-hearted and unwilling to leave those Spiritual Root Immortal Fruits and Immortal Metal Divine Iron without owners—"
"Then this disciple will humbly accept them."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ku immediately made his move.
Beneath his feet, spiritual grasses swayed, their glow dim.
Even Zhun Ti had looked down on them earlier and had not bothered to take them.
But Chen Ku knew that although these spiritual grasses appeared dim and insignificant, given enough time, they would all become rare treasures.
Especially after the Witch and Demon Clans shattered Buzhou Mountain, when Innate Spiritual Energy vanished and Acquired Spiritual Energy was born, even a single stalk of innate spiritual grass would become incomparably precious.
Naturally, he could not let them go!
This time, it was Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's turn to stare in astonishment.
Good heavens!
Good fucking heavens!
He would not even spare a single weed.
This disciple was clearly even more "shameless" than the two of them.
Jie Yin shook his head with a laugh, and his eyes immediately revealed an expression of this child could be taught.
However, that was not all.
After putting away the spiritual grasses, Chen Ku's gaze shifted toward the ground beneath his feet.
"Hmm... since this place can nurture so many Spiritual Root Immortal Fruits—"
"Could it be because the soil here contains even denser spiritual energy?"
"If so, then these cannot be left behind either."
Muttering to himself, Chen Ku did not hesitate and continued acting.
Surging mana poured forth.
This time, even the already barren and devastated soil was completely seized by Chen Ku and directly taken away.
Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were left utterly dumbfounded.
They could not bear to watch!
They truly could not bear to watch!
They had thought that digging three feet into the ground was already excessive enough.
Who would have thought that their disciple not only dug three feet down, but would not even spare the topsoil.
Such "shamelessness" truly made him a natural disciple of the West.
Zhun Ti could not help bursting into laughter.
"Ha ha, marvelous, marvelous!"
"Senior Brother truly made the right choice in accepting this disciple."
Zhun Ti's words made Jie Yin nod repeatedly.
When the three finally stopped, the Blessed Grotto-Heaven, once filled with immortal light and abundant spiritual energy, was left in complete ruin, empty of everything.
And this was merely the beginning.
The three continued on their journey. Wherever they passed, they spared not even low-grade Spiritual Root Immortal Fruits and minor opportunities.
Countless living beings gnashed their teeth in rage, but because Jie Yin and Zhun Ti possessed quasi-saint cultivation and were registered disciples under Dao Ancestor Hongjun, none dared to act out.
Of course, the three were not solely focused on plundering opportunities.
During their travels, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti would also occasionally speak, continuing to impart the Dao to Chen Ku.
All kinds of cultivation methods, divine abilities, and great arts flowed forth endlessly, benefiting Chen Ku immensely. Even his complaints about Bitter Dao became much less frequent.
Time held no meaning in the prehistoric world!
During their travels, a thousand years drifted by.
That day, Chen Ku sat upright upon a Cloud Bed of Rosy Light, his eyes gently closed as if asleep, allowing Jie Yin and Zhun Ti to continue carrying him across heaven and earth.
Jie Yin and Zhun Ti had long grown accustomed to this. During their travels, Chen Ku would occasionally fall into such a "slumbering" state.
They merely assumed that his cultivation was still insufficient and that he was closing his eyes to rest and recover.
But at a certain moment, Chen Ku's body suddenly shuddered violently.
Immediately afterward, an immense, abyss-deep, overwhelmingly fierce aura erupted from him.
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