Easy Prey
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Song Wen stepped forward and walked towards an empty Meditation Cushion.
Upon seeing this, some people wore mocking expressions, as if they were laughing at Song Wen's overestimation of his abilities.
Some people looked thoughtful, their Divine Sense constantly scanning Song Wen, seemingly guessing that Song Wen was hiding his strength and wanting to find out Song Wen true cultivation level.
There were also some people who were indifferent; they glanced at Song Wen a few times and then paid no more attention.
Rong Jingyun looked surprised, as if she was somewhat taken aback that Wu Sheng, who only had Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation level, dared to covet the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
She looked at Song Wen, her lips parted slightly, and she opened her mouth several times, but ultimately remained silent.
Rong Jingyun shook her head, turned away, and stopped paying attention to Song Wen.
The Azure Tide Secret Realm opens once every fifty years, and each time it opens, a batch of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid is condensed.
This grand hall is the place where the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
At noon on the fifth day after the secret realm opens, the stone bowl will condense with Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
Occupying a stone Meditation Cushion is tantamount to declaring that the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid condensed in the stone bowl in front of the Meditation Cushion belongs to that person.
The secret realm has been open for over forty hours, and there is only a little over a day left before the appearance of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
Most of the cultivators who coveted the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid had already arrived at the main hall.
However, more cultivators will surely arrive in the next day or so.
This is why cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage would rather share a stone Meditation Cushion with someone than occupy an empty Meditation Cushion.
Because they know that even if they occupy it now, they can't hold onto it, so there's no need to make a fool of themselves.
That is why.
These people only showed their mocking expressions when they saw that Song Wen, a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator, dared to occupy a stone Meditation Cushion all by himself.
To most people, this is almost no different from committing suicide.
They were all waiting to see what would happen to Song Wen.
To their disappointment, more than ten hours passed quickly, and less than three hours remained until the condensation of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid, yet no other cultivators appeared.
This made many people unable to suppress their greed, and they began to try to occupy the empty stone Meditation Cushion and seize Song Wen's stone Meditation Cushion.
Just then, three figures arrived, looking travel-worn.
The visitors were Feng Qi and two others.
Seeing that there was still an empty Meditation Cushion, Feng Qi grabbed it without thinking and occupied Meditation Cushion.
His stone Meditation Cushion was right next to Song Wen's, no more than a mile away.
Feng Qi noticed that Song Wen sitting alone on the stone Meditation Cushion next to him, which surprised him.
He didn't say much, only glancing at Song Wen briefly.
Leng Tianlu and the masked man following behind him both showed unfriendly expressions when they saw Song Wen occupying a stone Meditation Cushion alone.
Leng Tianlu glared fiercely at Song Wen, but did not make any extreme moves. Instead, he flashed behind Feng Qi and stood still.
The hatred in the masked man's eyes was even stronger than that in Leng Tianlu's, and he went straight for Song Wen.
"You Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, who gave you the audacity to occupy a Meditation Cushion all to yourself?" the masked man said to Song Wen.
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of everyone inside the hall.
The masked man asked the question that most of the cultivators in the hall wanted to know.
Song Wen's face paled in surprise, and he looked fearful.
They hurriedly sprang up from the stone Meditation Cushion and moved far away, as if avoiding a flood or a ferocious beast.
"I only took this Meditation Cushion because it was empty. If you want it, you can have it."
Song Wen's reaction surprised everyone in the hall.
Many of them thought that Song Wen had some trump card that allowed him to fight against Foundation Establishment Peak Stage cultivator, or that he had some powerful backer.
Unexpectedly, it was just a ploy to find a bargain.
Moreover, Song Wen's performance was far too cowardly, which was a disgrace to cultivators.
The masked man only asked a question and made no move before Song Wen handed over the stone Meditation Cushion, showing no shame whatsoever.
Everyone looked at Song Wen with obvious disdain.
The masked man stared in surprise at the empty Meditation Cushion.
But instead of immediately taking over the stone Meditation Cushion, he stared at Song Wen with undiminished murderous intent.
His gaze was like a knife, as if he wished he could tear Song Wen to pieces.
He suddenly felt a strong gust of wind sweep towards him.
The strong wind posed no threat whatsoever and did not harm him in the slightest.
The masked man turned his head and saw that the strong wind came from Feng Qi.
Feng Qi shook his head slightly at the masked man.
He was signaled not to act rashly.
The masked man reluctantly withdrew his murderous intent.
Then, in a flash, he sat down on the Meditation Cushion.
Upon seeing this, the other cultivators in the hall shifted their attention from Song Wen to the masked man.
Only he and Ji Ruxue, with their Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, occupied a stone Meditation Cushion by themselves.
Choose the softest persimmons!
Inside the main hall, the cultivators who wanted to compete for more Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid naturally set their sights on Ji Ruxue and the masked man.
Many people are itching to try it.
Especially the four members of the Lei Clan who jointly occupied a Meditation Cushion, and the six Bandit Cultivators.
Six Bandit Cultivator, four men and two women.
The two women were from the Blissful Union Sect.
The four male cultivators were from the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect. Perhaps out of consideration for Ji Ruxue's fellow disciples, or perhaps for some other reason, they did not show any ill intentions towards Ji Ruxue, but instead eyed the masked man with predatory intent.
Strangely, while many were tempted, no one actually took action.
When Song Wen occupied the Meditation Cushion, it was still early, so it was normal for them to choose to remain on the sidelines.
At this moment, less than three hours had passed since the condensation of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid, and still no one dared to make a move against the masked man.
This is because, so far, no battle has taken place inside the main hall.
Nobody wants to be the first to stick their neck out.
Time passed slowly in the oppressive and somber atmosphere.
Soon, less than half an hour had passed since the condensation of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
During this period of time, no one has entered the main hall.
This means that the cultivators who have ambitions for the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid are basically the people inside the main hall.
The other cultivators who entered the secret realm this time either had little interest in the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid, or they knew they were not strong enough and did not want to get involved.
Inside the main hall, those who desired more of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid scanned Ji Ruxue and the masked man back and forth, their murderous intent growing increasingly intense.
One of the six cultivators who Bandit Cultivator was the first to lose his composure.
This man had dark skin and a stocky build; he didn't look like a cultivator, but rather like a country farmer.
He is a member of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect and a sword cultivator.
The farmer summoned a flying sword, its blade radiating a chilling aura.
A chilling killing intent suddenly filled the entire hall.
The murderous intent shot straight at the masked man.
"Give up the stone Meditation Cushion, or die!" the farmer shouted sternly.
The sudden and astonishing change immediately drew everyone's attention.
The masked man once again became the focus of everyone's attention.
But just now, he was the one threatening others.
At this moment, he was being threatened.
The masked man's face was grim.
We are all Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator. Where does the other party get the confidence to be so arrogant and spout such nonsense?
The masked man stood up and patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist.
"Aww!"
A giant wolf, over ten feet long, suddenly appeared in front of him.
The giant wolf was agile and robust, with strong and powerful limbs, as if it were cast from iron and stone.
Sharp fangs like razor-sharp short blades.
Its claws are sharp, as if forged from fine steel.
This was clearly a late-stage second-tier spirit beast.