Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit

The three cultivators from the Black Mountain Sect were stunned when someone suddenly charged into the fray.

The leading cultivator had high, prominent cheekbones and a sinister gaze.

He stared at Bai Ye for quite some time, yet could never see through his cultivation.

Bai Ye had deliberately restrained his aura, revealing only the fluctuations of the Vein Condensation Realm, yet it carried a pressure that made the man's heart tremble.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a private matter of the Black Mountain Sect. Are you certain you want to interfere?"

The leading cultivator forcibly suppressed his unease, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

At the same time, he secretly circulated his Spiritual Energy and placed a hand on the magical artifact at his waist. "The Black Mountain Sect's affairs aren't something just anyone can meddle in."

He had intended to use the sect's reputation to frighten the other party away. After all, the Black Mountain Sect was a force of some standing in the Azure State, and ordinary cultivators absolutely wouldn't dare provoke it lightly.

But before his voice had even faded—

Whoosh!

A Golden Sword Light as thin as a strand of hair suddenly shot from Bai Ye's fingertip!

The Sword Light moved with extreme speed, leaving only a faint golden afterimage in the air. Before the leading cultivator could react, it had already swept across his neck!

"You!"

The leading cultivator's pupils shrank sharply. He reached up to cover his neck, but his hand touched only a palmful of warm blood.

His body stiffened where he stood, then slowly collapsed.

The wound on his neck was smooth and even, without a single drop of blood having splashed out!

The two remaining Black Mountain Sect cultivators trembled violently at the sight, their teeth chattering.

Looking at Bai Ye's utterly emotionless eyes, they felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads!

He had the aura of the Vein Condensation Realm, yet he could instantly kill someone at the Peak Meridian Condensing Ninth Layer?

This was unquestionably a ruthless expert pretending to be weak!

"The Black Mountain Sect? What tremendous prestige." Bai Ye withdrew the Sword Light from his fingertip, his voice cold. "I'll give you ten breaths. Call someone from your sect here."

Before he finished speaking,

the two cultivators were already as if pardoned. They hurriedly pulled out a Green Bamboo Slip from their robes.

The bamboo slip was engraved with the Black Mountain Sect's runes. They crushed it with all their strength.

The next moment,

a Green Signal Firework shot into the sky and exploded in midair, forming a ferocious Beast Head Pattern!

This was the Black Mountain Sect's emergency distress signal.

"The signal's been sent... Fellow Daoist, we..." One of the cultivators' voices trembled. He wanted to say more, but Bai Ye's icy gaze cut him off.

The two didn't dare linger. They turned and tried to run, but Bai Ye raised a hand and stopped them. "What's the hurry? It won't be too late to leave after your sect's people arrive."

Their faces turned deathly pale. They could only stand there stubbornly, their eyes repeatedly darting toward where the signal firework had exploded, praying that the sect's experts would arrive quickly.

Before half an incense stick had burned, two sounds of something tearing through the air came from the distance!

"Who dares injure disciples of my Black Mountain Sect?!"

An angry shout rang out, and two figures landed not far away.

One was a middle-aged cultivator in a black Daoist robe, with a resolute face.

The other was an old man with a goatee and a sharp gaze.

Both of them erupted with the Spiritual Energy pressure of the Late Primordial Core. Their auras were deep and vigorous, clearly marking them as elders of the Black Mountain Sect!

"Elders! Save us!"

The two cultivators seemed to have seen their saviors and hurriedly ran over, crying out.

The middle-aged cultivator glanced at the corpse of the leading cultivator on the ground, then looked toward Bai Ye. Killing intent surged in his eyes. "You killed a disciple of my Black Mountain Sect?"

Bai Ye couldn't be bothered to waste words. He simply raised his hand and sent out two Sword Lights.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Golden Sword Lights were like two bolts of lightning, instantly sweeping across the necks of the middle-aged cultivator and the goateed old man.

The two men hadn't even seen their opponent's movements before they were already separated from their bodies, their blood spraying across the ground and staining the black rocks red.

Late Primordial Core—also instantly killed!

The two surviving Black Mountain Sect cultivators were completely dumbfounded.

They slumped onto the ground, their trouser legs soaked through with cold sweat.

Looking at Bai Ye was like looking at a death god come to claim their lives. They couldn't even cry out.

"Keep calling." Bai Ye spoke indifferently. "The Profound Comprehension Realm expert from your sect hasn't arrived yet, has he?"

"No... There's no one else! Really, there's no one else!" one cultivator wailed. "There are only two Primordial Core elders in this area! Please spare us, Fellow Daoist!"

Bai Ye said no more. He raised his hand and struck out with two palms.

Two Spiritual Energy palm seals roared forth, instantly blasting the two men into clouds of blood mist.

Only then did Lin Yan, standing to the side, recover his senses.

He looked at the corpses on the ground, then at Bai Ye. The sound of swallowing came from his throat, and his face was filled with shock!

Those had been two cultivators in the Late Primordial Core!

They had been casually killed just like that?

What realm was this senior actually in?

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"

Lin Yan hurriedly bowed in salute, his tone filled with utmost respect.

Bai Ye turned around and looked at Lin Yan, asking indifferently, "What happened? Why were the Black Mountain Sect's people hunting you?"

Lin Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and slowly began to explain:

"Reporting to Senior, an hour ago, I discovered a Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit Tree in a valley to the northeast!"

"A Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit Tree?"

Bai Ye's eyes shifted.

He knew of this kind of fruit tree. It was a Sixth-grade Spirit Plant, and the Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit it bore could greatly increase Spiritual Soul Power!

Not only that, to cultivators of the Profound Comprehension Realm, it could directly assist in breaking through their realm. Its value was truly priceless!

"That's right!"

Lin Yan nodded, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes. "That Spirit Fruit Tree had a full hundred mature fruits on it!"

"I was just about to pick them when the three cultivators from the Black Mountain Sect arrived. Seeing the treasure, they grew greedy and wanted to seize the fruits. I was no match for them and could only flee in panic. Fortunately, I encountered Senior."

A hundred Yellow Springs Spirit Fruits!

Bai Ye's heart instantly burned with excitement.

If he could obtain those fruits, his Spiritual Soul Power would undergo a qualitative improvement. He might even be able to use the fruits' power to rapidly break through to the Mid Profound Comprehension, or even the late stage!

"Where is the Spirit Fruit Tree?"

Bai Ye asked in a deep voice.

"It's to the northeast, roughly thirty miles from here. There's a secluded valley there, and the Spirit Fruit Tree is at the center of the valley."

Lin Yan hurriedly answered. Then, remembering something, he quickly warned him, "Senior, the Black Mountain Sect's people may have already arrived ahead of you! You must be especially careful when you go!"

Bai Ye nodded, took a porcelain bottle from his storage bag, and tossed it to Lin Yan. "There are three Rejuvenation Pills inside. Take them to heal your injuries."

He then tossed over another storage bag containing several hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Lin Yan caught the porcelain bottle and storage bag, his heart overflowing with gratitude. "Thank you, Senior! I will never forget Senior's great kindness!"

Bai Ye waved his hand. His figure blurred, transforming into a pale green streak of light as he sped toward the northeast.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished from Lin Yan's sight.

Lin Yan watched the direction in which Bai Ye had disappeared, filled with endless emotion. "What a pity about those Yellow Springs Spirit Fruits... If only the Black Mountain Sect's people had arrived one step later..."

"But at least I encountered this senior and managed to keep my life."

He recalled Bai Ye's appearance, his brows drawing together slightly. "This senior looks unfamiliar. The sect doesn't seem to have such a young expert... Could he have some old connection with the sect?"

Lin Yan shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He prepared to turn around, find a secluded place, and hurry to heal his injuries.