Besides sharing Spiritual Fruits with the seven men, Yang Jian also gave one to the spiritual dog beside him, much to its delight. Its mouth watered uncontrollably.
The spiritual dog gulped down the fruit, which was nearly as large as its head, in one bite. Feeling the vast Innate Spiritual Qi surge into its primordial spirit, it realized that this unknown Spiritual Fruit was clearly far more precious than the one it had stolen and eaten earlier.
The seven men who had originally attacked Yang Jian looked at the Spiritual Fruits in their hands and exchanged glances. They weren't sure whether to accept them or refuse.
All seven were born of the demon race and had lived on Plum Mountain since birth, treating one another as brothers. The demon race held little standing in the Primordial World, so they had always been cautious. Relying only on their inherited cultivation methods, they had cultivated as rogue cultivators to the Mysterious Immortal Realm—a truly difficult feat.
Even a spiritual dog in the True Immortal Realm could tell that these Spiritual Fruits were extraordinary, let alone the seven brothers.
They had just been fighting Yang Jian, joining forces as seven brothers against him. Now that they were being offered his Spiritual Fruits, it was hard to swallow their pride and accept them. But they were truly reluctant to give up such a rare opportunity. After all, it had taken them a hundred years to cultivate even one Spiritual Fruit.
That was right. To ordinary rogue cultivators in the Primordial World, the fruit Yang Jian could obtain with a casual wave of his hand was a rare treasure. It was no exaggeration to call it a great opportunity for them.
Yang Jian saw the hesitation in their eyes and smiled. "These fruits are nothing