"I've got it!" Inspiration suddenly flashed through Li Xiaoya's mind. He quickly picked the last few Yellowblood Fruits and put them into his Storage Pouch, then actually began yanking out the Yellowblood Fruit saplings and tossing them into the pool. In less than half a quarter hour, he had uprooted every last sapling and thrown them all into the water. Before long, all the saplings floating on the surface sank out of sight, leaving not a trace.
If any other Heavenly Dao Sect disciple had witnessed his wasteful behavior, they would surely have beaten the brat black and blue. Although Li Xiaoya had picked all the Yellowblood Fruits, as long as the trees remained, they would bear another crop in a few decades. Spirit herbs nurtured by heaven and earth like these only grew naturally in places rich in spiritual qi; they could not be transplanted by human hands. Now that Li Xiaoya had torn them out by the roots, who knew how long it would take for them to grow again?
After uprooting the Yellowblood Fruit saplings, Li Xiaoya did not hide. Instead, he lay straight down on the ground and pretended to be unconscious. He had already thought it through: even if he uprooted every sapling, plenty of traces would remain, and anyone with a discerning eye would spot them. Besides, although the cavern was fairly large, it had no other exit. There was nowhere for a full-grown person like him to hide. All he could do was gamble on his luck and hope whoever came would not make trouble for a low-level cultivator like him. As the footsteps drew closer, the Four Friends of the Wang slowly entered the cavern.
"Huh?! There's someone over there!" Wang Ling suddenly exclaimed.
The patch of ground in the middle of