Song Wen spoke in an eerie tone as he looked at Xuan Gu, who was cursing furiously before him.
"Xuan Gu, may I ask what exactly is so wondrous about the Purple-Rhyme Fruit?"
Song Wen truly had never heard of the Purple-Rhyme Profound Tree or the Purple-Rhyme Fruit.
He had secretly asked Gu Que as well, but Gu Que had already been at the Tribulation Transcendence stage when he descended to the lower realm. He had paid little attention to the heavenly treasures used by Mahayana cultivators of the Profound Realm, knew little of them, and did not know what the Purple-Rhyme Fruit was.
"You have never even heard of the Purple-Rhyme Fruit?" Xuan Gu reined in his anger and swept Song Wen a glance, his eyes carrying faint disdain.
Song Wen turned a blind eye to Xuan Gu's contempt. Instead, he cupped his hands with considerable respect.
"Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist."
"The Purple-Rhyme Fruit is a rare treasure in this world. Consuming one gives a Mahayana cultivator a great chance of breaking through a minor realm bottleneck," Xuan Gu said.
Song Wen's brows lifted slightly upon hearing this.
This Purple-Rhyme Fruit truly deserved to be called a rare treasure.
However...
Song Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the look he gave Xuan Gu became profoundly meaningful.
He wondered how far Yuan Rong and the others had fled by now.
Though his mind was elsewhere, Song Wen's face was full of astonishment.
"The Purple-Rhyme Fruit actually possesses such miraculous effects?!"
"Of course. I have no interest in joking with you," Xuan Gu said.
"In that case, Fellow Daoist Xuan Li's actions truly are contemptible. You told her of such an important opportunity, yet she betrayed her word and faith. Though I, Yang Yu, am merely a Rogue Cultivator, I