Chapter 1207: Lingying Fruit Tree and Blood Jiao Fruit Tree

The void twisted and distorted, emitting a piercing whooshing sound. After a deafening roar, Wang Qingshan and Wang Tianwen returned to reality.

The third-tier Illusion Moth realized the danger and flapped its wings, flying away. Just then, points of white light appeared above its head, instantly transforming into a giant white hand several zhangs in size. It scooped downwards, seizing the Illusion Moth.

The Illusion Moth opened its mouth and spat out a stream of cyan flames, which struck the white hand. The hand's spiritual light flickered incessantly.

The whooshing sound intensified. A hundreds-of-zhang-long cyan sword qi descended from the sky, slicing the white hand and the Illusion Moth in half. With a series of sharp whizzing sounds, dense silver wind blades shot forth, piercing the bodies of the other Illusion Moths.

One by one, the Illusion Moths dropped from mid-air, motionless.

Wang Qingshan put away his Cyan Lotus Sword and, with a flicker, appeared beside the corpse of the third-tier Illusion Moth. He crouched down and retrieved an egg-sized cyan sphere from its body. He remembered that Wang Ruyan had raised two Azure-eyed Frost Silkworms, and the Illusion Moth's demon core might aid their advancement.

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from ahead, and a massive crimson mushroom cloud bloomed high in the sky. Wang Qingshan and Wang Tianwen were startled and quickly moved forward.

They arrived at a secluded courtyard. In its center stood a three-story cyan pavilion, next to an acre of spiritual farmland. A faint white light barrier covered the spiritual land, encompassing about three acres.

Within the spiritual land were two two-zhang-tall fruit trees. One, a pale cyan tree, bore eight cyan fruits resembling miniature infants. The other, a blood-red tree, held over a dozen blood-red fruits, each with a miniature flood dragon pattern on its surface.

The cyan fruit tree was an Infant Spirit Fruit tree. It bloomed every thousand years, bore fruit every thousand years, and its fruits matured after another thousand years. Consuming an Infant Spirit Fruit raw could increase the chance of forming a Nascent Soul by ten percent, with even better effects if refined into a Soul-Transforming Pill. The blood-red tree was a Blood Dragon Fruit tree. Its fruits could be refined into Blood Dragon Pills, which strengthened the bloodline of flood dragon spirit beasts and aided their advancement.

The white light barrier was adorned with white flame patterns. Spells of various colors struck its surface, only to vanish entirely, as if dissolving into the sea.

A burly young man in a golden robe, a kind-faced old man in a red robe, and an indifferent-looking middle-aged Daoist nun were furiously attacking the white light barrier. The barrier shook violently, its white flames flickering on and off.

The red-robed old man frowned, urging them to step up their efforts. He noted that someone was coming and had killed the Illusion Moths he had painstakingly cultivated, warning that if they didn't hurry, it would be troublesome once others arrived.

Too late, the golden-robed young man frowned, turning to look outside the courtyard, realizing they had already arrived.

With a flash of cyan light, Wang Qingshan and Wang Tianwen appeared, their expressions indifferent. Wang Qingshan questioned why the two fellow Daoists were hiding if they had already arrived, wondering if they were afraid to even show themselves.

Upon seeing the Infant Spirit Fruit tree and the Blood Dragon Fruit tree, Wang Qingshan’s eyes lit up. If these two fruit trees could be brought back to Cyan Lotus Island, they would undoubtedly strengthen the family’s foundation.

The Wang family had acquired secret techniques for cultivating flood dragons. With the Blood Dragon Fruit tree, they could refine Blood Dragon Pills, cultivate several third-tier flood dragons, and further enhance their family's foundation. With the Infant Spirit Fruit tree, the Wang family could continuously cultivate their own Nascent Soul cultivators.

It's you, Fellow Daoist Wang, the golden-robed young man frowned, his expression turning grave. If it had been any other Core Formation cultivator, they would have attacked without hesitation, but for Wang Qingshan, they had to be wary.

Wang Qingshan, narrowing his eyes, declared that they would take the two fruit trees, offering to share one fruit with each of them. He then challenged them to state who agreed and who objected. His opponents consisted of two cultivators at the seventh layer of Core Formation and one at the ninth layer.

From their attire, they were likely rogue cultivators. For caution’s sake, Wang Qingshan decided against outright slaughter. Instead, he aimed to subdue them without a fight, using a milder approach. Unless absolutely necessary, Wang Qingshan preferred not to provoke enemies, to avoid causing significant trouble for his family.

The red-robed old man snorted and frowned, asserting that this was the Central Plains cultivation world, not the South Sea, and they couldn't just claim two fruit trees as they pleased; that was going too far.

Wang Qingshan’s expression turned cold as he asked the others, with a half-smile, if they felt the same way.

After a moment of consideration, the golden-robed young man identified himself as the fifth disciple of True Master Yuyang and stated his desire for two Infant Spirit Fruits, adding that the trees could be given to Fellow Daoist Wang.

The middle-aged Daoist nun simply declared she would take one Infant Spirit Fruit. Being only at the seventh layer of Core Formation, she feared she would become another casualty of Wang Qingshan’s sword if a fight broke out.

The red-robed old man’s expression turned grim. He had intended to incite the other two against Wang Qingshan but found them unwilling to fight. His eyes darted about, then he forced a smile and conceded that since both fellow Daoists had spoken, one Infant Spirit Fruit and one Blood Dragon Fruit would suffice for him.

Wang Qingshan declared that he would let them leave as long as they kept their word, but warned them not to play any tricks, or his sword would show no mercy. No sooner had he finished speaking than countless cyan flying sword phantoms suddenly appeared around him. The sound of swords humming intensified, and the cyan sword phantoms instantly solidified, transforming into a massive cyan sword-dragon that lunged towards the white light barrier.

The silver jade brush in Wang Tianwen’s hand shone brightly. With a stroke towards the void, the void seemed to tear open, twisting and distorting.

With a flash of silver light, a hundred-zhang-long silver sword beam shot forth, striking the white light barrier.

The golden-robed young man’s face was filled with vigilance. The red-robed old man and the middle-aged Daoist nun each manipulated their magical artifacts to attack the white light barrier.

Rumble!

After a deafening explosion, the white light barrier suddenly shattered.

The golden-robed young man kept his promise, taking two Infant Spirit Fruits. The red-robed old man and the middle-aged Daoist nun each took one Infant Spirit Fruit, with the red-robed old man also collecting an additional Blood Dragon Fruit. The three then hastily departed.

Wang Tianwen breathed a sigh of relief; he had genuinely feared a major confrontation.

Wang Qingshan and Wang Tianwen carefully dug up the soil, unearthing both fruit trees whole with their roots, and placed them into a storage pearl.

Wang Qingshan gravely asked Tianwen if he knew why he hadn't killed them.

Wang Tianwen pondered for a moment, then replied that it was best not to fight if it could be avoided, explaining that there was always someone stronger, and one should not be too arrogant.

Wang Qingshan expressed his pleasure that Tianwen understood that principle. He then stated that their gains were substantial and suggested they leave the place, emphasizing that departing early would be better. Having acquired two fruit trees, one of which was an Infant Spirit Fruit tree, Wang Qingshan didn’t wish to linger and decided to leave immediately.

No matter how much wealth one possesses, they must be alive to enjoy it. His gains were considerable, and he was content, planning to leave as soon as possible.

A short while later, they returned to the foot of the mountain, where the four Core Formation cultivators who had been guarding the area were nowhere to be found. Wang Qingshan didn’t give it much thought; as long as it didn't interfere with him, he couldn’t be bothered with others.