The Fisherman Benefits

"Bang!" An Yunpeng took advantage of Zhao Qiyan's momentary lapse in attention, lunging forward and slamming a palm into Zhao Qiyan's chest, creating a large hole. Zhao Qiyan's entire body's blood was drained dry in no time at all.

Truly a vicious cultivation technique.

An Yunpeng took the storage ring from Zhao Qiyan's finger, a look of ecstasy flashing across his face. This was a Xiantian Pill! For people like them, wasn't the greatest wish to break through to the innate realm? Without the Xiantian Pill, he wouldn't have much confidence, because a failed promotion would result in either a complete loss of cultivation or, worse, death.

But with the help of the Xiantian Pill, as long as one wasn't unlucky enough to die, it was generally fine!

Once one became an innate master, they could roam freely, invincible like his master.

"Now's the time!" Ye Xiwen secretly thought. He stepped forward with the Heavenly Immortal Steps, and in an instant, he had already charged in front of An Yunpeng.

"Young Master, be careful!" At this moment, a disciple of the Blood Hand Gate spotted Ye Xiwen and cried out in alarm.

"It's too late!" Ye Xiwen shouted, drawing his saber. A bright flash obscured An Yunpeng's vision.

"Pfft!" Blood splattered. An Yunpeng, lost in his ecstasy, was completely unable to dodge Ye Xiwen's attack. It was as fast as lightning. Before he could even react, he was cleaved in two.

"Young Master!"

"How dare you kill the Young Master, take your life!"

Although the disciples of the Blood Hand Gate had killed all the guards from Da Qing City, there weren't many left. The strongest among them was only a martial artist at the Houtian Eighth Stage, so how could he possibly be Ye Xiwen's opponent?

Ye Xiwen dispatched them one by one with his saber, killing them all.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

After killing all the disciples of the Blood Hand Gate, Ye Xiwen didn't dare to linger. Who knew when the three innate realm masters from the other battlefield might arrive.

If even one of them arrived, he would be in serious trouble.

After looting the storage rings from Zhao Qiyan and An Yunpeng, Ye Xiwen didn't stop and left immediately. Ten minutes after Ye Xiwen's departure, the Da Qing City Lord, in tattered clothes, appeared at the scene. Seeing his son, who had been drained dry, he roared in fury.

"Blood Hand Gate, I swear I'll settle this with you!"

After taking a long detour, he returned to Tian Yuan City. By this time, a large portion of the martial artists in Tian Yuan City had already left. They had come for the Xiantian Pill, but now that the Xiantian Pill had a buyer, they couldn't fish in troubled waters here and could only leave.

Ye Xiwen calmly returned to the inn and opened the two storage rings, his face lighting up with ecstasy.

The two young masters were indeed wealthy! As expected of those being groomed as successors, these two storage rings contained a staggering one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones alone. For Ye Xiwen, who had never possessed more than ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones at his peak, this was an astronomical sum. Even among core disciples, those with ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones were considered wealthy. One hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones was more than even the wealthiest core disciples possessed. After all, although the Yi Yuan Sect was large, with over a hundred core disciples, it was impossible for them to have as many Low-Grade Spirit Stones as Zhao Qiyan and An Yunpeng, who were being groomed as successors.

With his net worth skyrocketing overnight, Ye Xiwen would not lack Spirit Stones for cultivation for a considerable time.

Besides these Spirit Stones, there were also several martial arts manuals. However, Ye Xiwen felt they weren't particularly suitable for him, so he wasn't too disheartened.

In addition, there were many elixirs and such, which instantly made Ye Xiwen's pockets bulge. Of course, the Golden Cicada Silk inner armor that Zhao Qiyan had bought earlier, which he hadn't had time to wear, now fell into Ye Xiwen's hands, benefiting him greatly.

Of course, the most important gain was the Xiantian Pill. The innate realm was the first major threshold in martial arts cultivation, and 99.9% of martial artists would get stuck at this barrier. Not many could cross it, and Ye Xiwen's confidence wasn't very high. But now, with the help of the Xiantian Pill, Ye Xiwen was very confident he could break through to the innate realm. However, it wasn't time to break through to the innate realm yet, so he would keep this Xiantian Pill for now.

After tallying his gains, Ye Xiwen did not return to the Yi Yuan Sect. Instead, he immediately went into seclusion to cultivate. For others, perhaps they needed to choose a place for seclusion, but for Ye Xiwen, who possessed a special space, any place was suitable for seclusion.

In one month, it would be the Sect Internal Competition for core disciples. Originally, the Sect Internal Competition for core disciples was scheduled for three months after the main competition, but this time, the core disciple competition was a joint one with the Zhang family and would take place within the Blood Origin Realm. The opening time for the Blood Origin Realm was in one month, so the core disciple competition was also moved up to one month later.

Ye Xiwen wanted to stand out in the core disciple competition a month later, so he had to seize every moment to cultivate.

With the acquisition of one hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones at once, Ye Xiwen suddenly became prodigiously wealthy. He began to cultivate without any regard for the consumption of Spirit Stones, burning all the Spirit Stones and extracting their spiritual energy to infuse into his body.

Under these circumstances, Ye Xiwen's cultivation was steadily climbing. Various martial arts insights poured into his mind at an astonishing rate. Even peerless geniuses could not comprehend martial arts information like him.

The sheer volume of information was almost enough to blow Ye Xiwen's spiritual consciousness apart. With ample Spirit Stones this time, martial arts information was being poured into Ye Xiwen's mind without any restraint.

The days passed one by one, and a month flew by in the blink of an eye.

In the special space, Ye Xiwen moved with mysterious steps, his figure like that of an immortal, unrestrained and elegant. With a stomp of his foot, another Ye Xiwen, identical to him, appeared beside him before vanishing again.

Ye Xiwen stopped, his face filled with surprise.

"As expected, as expected! The Heavenly Immortal Steps indeed have follow-up techniques!"

In this past month, Ye Xiwen's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds compared to a month ago. His cultivation realm had directly reached the peak of the Houtian Eighth Stage, just half a step away from breaking through to the Houtian Ninth Stage.

Similarly, his Crescent Moon Slash had progressed from the introductory level to the perfected minor accomplishment stage, allowing him to unleash seven consecutive slashes with over five times the power.

His Overlord Body Art had also neared the minor accomplishment stage, his strength directly reaching ninety-nine Tiger Strength, achieving the peak attainable in the Houtian realm.

Everyone, please help Xiao Chen continue to soar, okay!