Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit

The three cultivators of the Black Mountain Sect were stunned when a person suddenly appeared and struck.

The leading cultivator had prominent cheekbones and a sinister look in his eyes.

He stared at Bai Ye for a long while but could not see through the other's cultivation level.

Bai Ye deliberately suppressed his aura, revealing only the fluctuations of the Vein Condensation Realm, yet carrying a suffocating pressure that made the man's heart tremble.

"This fellow daoist, this is a private matter of my Black Mountain Sect. Are you sure you want to interfere?"

The leading cultivator suppressed the unease in his heart, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

At the same time, he quietly circulated his Spiritual Energy, his hand resting on the magical artifact at his waist. "Matters of the Black Mountain Sect are not something just anyone can meddle in."

He had hoped to scare the other off with the sect's name, after all, the Black Mountain Sect was a force of some standing in Azure State, and ordinary cultivators would never dare provoke it lightly.

But before his words faded.

Shiiing--!

A golden sword light, as thin as a strand of hair, suddenly shot out from Bai Ye's fingertip!

The sword light was so fast that it left only a faint golden afterimage in the air. Before the leading cultivator could react, it had already sliced across his neck!

"You!"

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

His body froze in place, then slowly collapsed.

The wound on his neck was clean and smooth, not even a single drop of blood had splattered!

The remaining two Black Mountain Sect cultivators, seeing this, trembled all over, their teeth chattering.

They looked at Bai Ye's utterly calm eyes and felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of their feet to the crown of their heads!

An aura of the Vein Condensation Realm, yet capable of instantly killing a Peak Meridian Condensing Ninth Layer?

This was definitely a ruthless character playing the pig to eat the tiger!

"Black Mountain Sect? Quite the airs." Bai Ye withdrew the sword intent from his fingertip, his tone icy. "I'll give you ten breaths. Call your sect's people here."

Before he finished speaking.

The two cultivators, as if granted a pardon, hastily pulled a Green Bamboo Slip from their robes.

The slip was engraved with the Black Mountain Sect's runes. They crushed it with force.

The next moment.

A Green Signal Firework shot into the sky, exploding in midair to form a ferocious Beast Head Pattern!

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

"The signal's been sent... Fellow daoist, we..." one cultivator stammered, his voice trembling, but he was cut off by Bai Ye's icy glare.

The two dared not linger. They turned to flee, but Bai Ye raised a hand to stop them. "What's the rush? Wait until your sect's people arrive before you go."

Their faces turned pale. Forced to stand their ground, they kept glancing toward where the signal firework had exploded, praying that the sect's strong ones would come quickly.

In less than half an incense stick's time, two sounds of tearing air came from afar!

"Who dares to harm my Black Mountain Sect's disciples?!"

A furious roar rang out as two figures landed not far away.

One was a Middle-aged Cultivator in a black Daoist robe, his face stern and resolute.

The other was an old man with a Goatee, his eyes sharp.

Both erupted with the Spiritual Energy pressure of the Late Primordial Core, their auras thick and heavy—clearly elder-level figures of the Black Mountain Sect!

"Elder! Save us!"

The two cultivators, as if seeing their saviors, cried out and scrambled over.

The Middle-aged Cultivator swept a glance at the corpse of the leading cultivator on the ground, then turned to Bai Ye, killing intent surging in his eyes. "You killed my Black Mountain Sect's disciple?"

Bai Ye couldn't be bothered with words. He simply raised his hand and sent out two sword lights.

Shing! Shing!

The Golden Sword Light, like two bolts of lightning, instantly sliced across the necks of the Middle-aged Cultivator and the Goatee Old Man.

The two didn't even see his movements before they were decapitated, blood splattering onto the ground, staining the black rocks red.

Late Primordial Core—also instantly killed!

The two surviving Black Mountain Sect cultivators were completely stunned.

They collapsed to the ground, their trouser legs soaked with cold sweat.

Looking at Bai Ye, it was like staring at a reaper of death. They couldn't even cry.

"Keep calling," Bai Ye said flatly. "Your sect's Profound Comprehension Realm experts haven't arrived yet, have they?"

"There's... no one left! Really, no one left!" one cultivator wailed. "Around here, we only have two Late Primordial Core elders! Please, spare us, fellow daoist!"

Bai Ye said nothing more. He raised his hand and struck out two palm blows.

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

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

He stared at the corpses on the ground, then at Bai Ye. A gulp sounded in his throat, and his face was filled with sheer shock!

Those had been two Late Primordial Core cultivators!

And they were killed with a casual wave of the hand?

Just what realm was this senior?

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

Lin Yan quickly bowed deeply, his tone reverent to the extreme.

Bai Ye turned around, looked at Lin Yan, and asked flatly, "What happened? Why were the people of Black Mountain Sect hunting you?"

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

"To report to you, senior, an hour ago, I discovered a Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit Tree in a valley to the northeast!"

"Yellow Springs Spirit Fruit Tree?"

Bai Ye's eyes flickered.

He knew of this kind of tree—a Sixth-grade Spirit Plant. The Yellow Springs Spirit Fruits it bore could greatly enhance one's Spiritual Soul Power!

Not only that, for cultivators in the Profound Comprehension Realm, it could directly assist in breaking through to the next stage. It was worth a fortune!

"Exactly!"

Lin Yan nodded, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes. "That spirit fruit tree had a full hundred ripe fruits on it!"

"I was about to pick them when three cultivators from Black Mountain Sect arrived. Greed got the better of them, and they tried to snatch the fruits. I couldn't match them, so I had to flee in panic. Luckily, I ran into you, senior."

A hundred Yellow Springs Spirit Fruits!

Bai Ye's heart instantly burned with desire.

If he could get his hands on those fruits, his Spiritual Soul Power would undergo a qualitative leap. He might even use their power to break through quickly to Mid Profound Comprehension, or even the late stage!

"Where is the spirit fruit tree?"

Bai Ye asked in a low voice.

"It's to the northeast, about thirty li from here. There's a deep valley, and the tree is at the center of it."

Lin Yan answered quickly, then remembering something, hastily added a warning, "Senior, the Black Mountain Sect people have probably already arrived there first! When you go, you must be very careful!"

Bai Ye nodded. He took a porcelain bottle from his Storage Bag and tossed it to Lin Yan. "Inside are three Rejuvenation Pills. Use them to heal your injuries."

Then he threw out another Storage Bag, filled with several hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Lin Yan caught the bottle and the bag, tears of gratitude welling in his heart. "Thank you, senior! Your great kindness, I will never forget!"

Bai Yan waved his hand, and with a flicker of his form, he transformed into a pale green streak of light, speeding off toward the northeast.

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

Lin Yan watched the direction Bai Ye had disappeared, his heart full of emotion. "What a pity about those Yellow Springs Spirit Fruits... if only the Black Mountain Sect people had come a step later..."

"Still, it's a good thing I met that senior. At least I got to keep my life."

He thought back to Bai Ye's appearance and frowned slightly. "That senior looks unfamiliar. There doesn't seem to be such a young powerhouse in the sect... Could he have ties to the sect from the past?"

Shaking his head, Lin Yan stopped dwelling on it. He turned to find a secluded spot to focus on healing his wounds.