Who Let Him Cultivate Immortality

The Meat-Eating Monk, Sword Demon Guzha, and Yan Fei need no further mention as they were the popular contenders. Aside from them, many others, usually unremarkable, shocked everyone with their performance in this test.

Meng Jingzhou and Barbarian Bone stood out significantly, with several opponents falling to their fists or being smashed by their hammers.

Their reputation grew, and more and more participants knew of these ruthless fighters and preferred to avoid them.

Both were covered in blood, their aura murderous, their eyes bloodshot—a clear sign of ruthless killers gone mad.

Barbarian Bone’s ancient barbarian lineage was further stimulated. In ancient times of constant war, the barbarian tribes, as one of the strongest races, were no strangers to subduing enemies. Inherent in their bones were the spirits of bloodshed, resistance… and the curse of the Yellow Bean.

“These two were previously unheard of; where did they spring from? With their strength, they are on par with the Meat-Eating Monk. Look, even he prefers to operate in different areas to avoid confronting them!”

“Perhaps they’ve gained some legacy or maybe they’re seeds secretly cultivated by the elders!”

“It’s just unclear who among them is the stronger.” Both on and off the field, everyone discussed Meng Jingzhou and Barbarian Bone.

Meng Jingzhou’s iron fists were invincible, exploding a mid-Foundation Building cultivator with a single punch—a player with some reputation.

Currently at the mid-Foundation Building stage himself, as a Dao Seeking Sect disciple and a direct descendant of the Meng family, he was unbeatable among his peers once he left the Dao Seeking Sect.

Barbarian Bone, surrounded by the sound of “Saint’s Words,” hammered down one opponent after another without even blinking, his bizarre dissonance making him appear almost insane.

Finally, the two met, their eyes rebellious, neither willing to submit to the other.

Barbarian Bone raised his hammer and demanded, “State your name!”

“Meng Jingzhou! And you are?”

“Barbarian Bone.”

Both men were men of few words, not given to idle chatter, and started fighting immediately.

Both were top contenders among the Foundation Builders, the clash of their battle breaking trees and shaking the heavens as trees were snapped in half by the shockwaves of their fight.

Other competitors watched from a distance, hoping these two would inflict mutual destruction, allowing them to reap the benefits.

Both had high numbers on their marks, and whoever could kill them would gain their numbers.

This was a fortune that tempted everyone!

The Meat-Eating Monk and Sword Demon Guzha watched from the shadows, inwardly alarmed.

“These two are as threatening as Yan Fei!”

“Very powerful, but still inferior to me. I have not yet revealed all my cards, and I have already seen through these two.”

“Unexpectedly, besides Yan Fei and the Meat-Eating Monk, such formidable opponents are here, truly hidden dragons and crouching tigers!”

“Perfect, my demonic sword is thirsty. The blood of these worthless ones does not satisfy it, but the blood of these peerless talents is exactly what it craves!”

“Hahaha, it’s been a long time since I’ve met opponents worthy of battling me!” Meng Jingzhou laughed out loud.

Barbarian Bone was equally thrilled, the blood of the ancient barbarians boiling within him.

Another ancient tree fell during their battle, and when it broke, a bodhi tree appeared before them.

On the bodhi tree, three little babies swung in the wind. The bodhi tree, known for its mind-calming and concentration-enhancing effects, lent the scene an air of sanctity.

Meng Jingzhou was astonished: “Is that really a Bodhi Ginseng Fruit Tree!?”

“Ginseng fruit?” Barbarian Bone was equally surprised.

With a sacred object before them, both chose to cease fighting simultaneously.

“Is this the legendary ginseng fruit tree?” Barbarian Bone asked, somewhat skeptical.

Meng Jingzhou nodded, “No mistake, see those three chubby little babies hanging on the tree? Aren’t they just like the legendary ginseng fruits?”

Barbarian Bone then asked, “But how can ginseng fruits grow on a bodhi tree?”

Meng Jingzhou gave him a look as if he were unworldly: “That’s because you don’t know. Why do you think ginseng fruits are so rare, that not a single ginseng fruit tree can be found in the world? It’s because there are no ginseng fruit trees!”

“Ginseng fruits are produced in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth and only appear on other trees. When a tree absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, ginseng fruits naturally emerge.”

“Among many trees, the bodhi tree is the most mystical and has many legends associated with it, making it the most suitable host for the growth of ginseng fruits!”

Barbarian Bone had an epiphany, not realizing this layer of meaning before.

With the ginseng fruits in front of them, it was a great opportunity, and there was no need to continue fighting. Even if they each took one, there would still be one left over.

Originally, the others did not recognize the ginseng fruit, but hearing Meng Jingzhou’s logical analysis, they believed these were indeed ginseng fruits.

Recalling what the cult leader had said about great opportunities within this dense forest.

Could it be these three ginseng fruits?

“Charge!”

Those hiding in the shadows rushed forward, determined to pluck a ginseng fruit!

Sword Demon Guzha threw a cow hair needle, and Meng Jingzhou and Barbarian Bone sensed the hidden weapon, leaping back to dodge the attack.

This created a distance between them and the ginseng fruit, providing an opportunity for the others.

Even with competitors like Meng Jingzhou and the Meat-Eating Monk present, they had to take their chances.

Obtaining a ginseng fruit could smooth their path of cultivation thereafter.

It was worth risking their lives!

Sword Demon Guzha was the first to grab one; he didn’t linger, plucking it and fleeing.

“So this is a ginseng fruit, it feels like meat, no wonder it’s called ginseng fruit!”

Regretting their slow reaction, the others chased after him relentlessly, but Sword Demon Guzha was quicker on his feet, and soon, he shook them off in the dense forest.

What’s yours is only yours when it’s absorbed, believing in this, Sword Demon Guzha bit down on it.

But he couldn’t bite through it.

“Could it be that although the ginseng fruit feels like meat, it becomes incredibly hard when you try to eat it?”

As he pondered how to consume the ginseng fruit, his expression suddenly changed.

“Not good, it’s poisoned!”

He looked incredulous; the surface of the ginseng fruit was highly toxic!

Who would do such a thing? This was a ginseng fruit, and such a method of poisoning was nothing short of sacrilegious!

Then, the ginseng fruit spoke: “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to pick wild fruits from the roadside?”

As Sword Demon Guzha regretted his actions on the verge of death, the ginseng fruit moved.

Three inches tall Lu Yang stretched, having played the role of a ginseng fruit for so long, he was finally able to move.

This was a new skill he had developed while being tormented by his Dao Seeking Sect seniors—first to shrink in size, then to minimize his presence, using the “Tree Planting Technique.”

Thus, three little Lu Yangs appeared on the bodhi tree, and with Meng Jingzhou and Barbarian Bone acting as shills promoting him, he transformed into a ginseng fruit.

He even coated himself with a layer of potent poison.

Those capable of grabbing the ginseng fruit would certainly be highly cultivated, ensuring the poison hit its mark every time.

“And they call this the demonic path? So easy to deceive.” Lu Yang shook his head in disdain, killing Guzha.

The standards of this generation of the demonic path are lacking, as the three of them from the righteous path could easily trick the demonic path into circles.