Chapter 105: Crisis

  A sudden sense of danger surged within Yang Tian, causing his expression to shift slightly. By the time he reacted, his figure had already appeared five zhang away.

  "Sizzle..." The black mist missed its target, landing on an ancient tree instead. Within moments, the massive tree, thick enough to require three people to encircle, melted away, thick green smoke rising into the air.

  "Corrosive Demon Mist!" Yang Tian's face darkened as he recognized the sinister substance. His cold gaze swept over the three men. "Such ruthless methods. Today, you'll pay with your lives."

  "Retreat!" The scar-faced man's eyes filled with fear as the three of them fled like desperate dogs.

  "Die!" Yang Tian roared, his palm glowing with hundreds of arcs of light. As his energy surged, the arcs expanded rapidly. With a swift motion, he brought his hand down.

  "Whoosh..." Each arc of light sliced through the air, accompanied by sprays of blood and flesh.

  "Close your eyes!" Hong Xue quickly covered her eyes, unable to bear the gruesome sight. She glanced at Yang Tian with mixed emotions. Three ninth-level Blood Refinement experts had been taken down by him alone.

  The scene of carnage left the guards speechless. How old was Yang Tian? Yet, he had decisively and ruthlessly eliminated three notorious villains.

  "It really is Corrosive Demon Mist," Yang Tian muttered, picking up the jade gourd from the ground. As he opened it, a wisp of black mist escaped, which he quickly sealed back inside.

  "To die like this is too good for you," Yang Tian said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the remains. Corrosive Demon Mist was crafted from the death energy of corpses. This small gourd likely required hundreds of bodies to produce.

  The mist could corrode weapons and was deadly to the soul. It was an evil technique, requiring the extraction of death energy from corpses within an hour of their demise.

  Just as Yang Tian collected the spatial rings from the fallen, the energy fluctuations around the Spirit Origin Fruit intensified. The surrounding spiritual essence within a thousand zhang was drawn toward the fruit, and a rich medicinal aroma filled the air.

  "It's about to ripen..." All eyes turned to the three fruits, now glowing with vitality. The onlookers swallowed hard, their desire evident.

  "If the Spirit Origin Fruit is refined into a pill, it could significantly aid in breaking through to the Profound Realm," Yang Tian thought, licking his lips.

  The Spirit Origin Fruit was the key ingredient for the Spirit Origin Pill. While the other required herbs were relatively common, the fruit itself was rare. Consuming it directly would waste much of its potency.

  As the spiritual essence began to stabilize, the three fruits ripened fully. Hong Xue glanced at Yang Tian with a complex expression before plucking the fruits and handing two to him.

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  The guards didn't seem surprised by her decision. Without Yang Tian, they wouldn't have gotten even one fruit, let alone survived the encounter.

  "Thank you," Yang Tian said, taking the two fruits. After a moment's thought, he walked over to Hong Ying and smiled. "Here, this Spirit Origin Fruit is for you. Consider it my way of repaying your kindness."

  "He's giving it away?" The onlookers were stunned. Such a precious fruit, and he just handed it over? Even Hong Xue was taken aback. She hadn't expected Yang Tian's earlier demand for two fruits was just to give one to Hong Ying.

  "Brother Yang, I..." Hong Ying hesitated, shaking her head and fidgeting with her clothes. She had never received such a valuable gift before.

  "Take it. If it weren't for you, I'd have been wolf food by now," Yang Tian said with a chuckle, pressing the fruit into her hands. But before he could say more, his body stiffened.

  "What's going on?" A sense of extreme danger washed over him. It felt as if his clothes had been stripped away, exposing all his secrets. Cold sweat broke out on his back.

  In the void, an immense, majestic light seemed to scan his body, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

  In a distant space, endless mountain ranges stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was serene, with mythical beasts soaring through the skies and cranes calling out. On the ground, ancient medicinal herbs grew, their leaves shimmering with radiant light and surrounded by mist.

  In the rivers, dragons coiled and played. The landscape was lush and vibrant, with clear springs bubbling forth. It was a paradise, where even the plants seemed sentient, their leaves glowing with spiritual light.

  Atop a peak that pierced the heavens, every rock was etched with mysterious divine patterns. Pavilions and towers adorned the mountain, their jade-carved railings gleaming. Countless palaces stood atop the peak, ethereal and majestic, with figures occasionally darting through the clouds.

  At the summit, within a purple grove, three white-robed elders sat in meditation. In the center, a small, pale-red seal hovered in the air, rotating slowly. Three vast streams of energy continuously flowed into the seal.

  After a few moments, the elders ceased their energy output, and the seal slowly descended. The seal bore the likeness of a qilin, surrounded by divine patterns. It exuded an aura of intelligence, with the characters "Heavenly Surveillance Seal" engraved on it.

  "I'm growing more and more interested in this boy. It took us five attempts with the Heavenly Surveillance Seal to locate him. He's quite peculiar," one of the elders said, opening his eyes.

  "To evade the Heavenly Surveillance Seal, he must possess a treasure of considerable grade," another elder, with gray-white hair, added, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

  "I'm not interested in his treasures. If that technique truly allows him to devour heavenly tribulations, then all our efforts are worth it. Moreover, his bloodline is unusual. It justifies the energy we've expended."

  "The boy is indeed peculiar. According to Mo, he used a vast amount of life-restoring treasures during his tribulation. His physical body is exceptionally strong, likely due to some body-refining technique."

  "Ha, we'll meet him soon enough. All mysteries will be revealed. It's been a while since we've made a move. The Eastern Continent may have forgotten the Ancient Holy Land. It's time to send some juniors out for training," one elder said, tossing a jade slip into the void, where it vanished instantly.

  The elders spoke with an air of righteousness, but to them, Yang Tian was nothing more than an ant. His techniques and treasures, however, were of great significance. In the hands of a powerless minor cultivator, they were like pearls cast into the dust—something they desired to claim for themselves.

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  "Yang Tian, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" Hong Ying asked, noticing Yang Tian's pale complexion.

  "It's nothing," Yang Tian waved his hand, then glanced at the sky. "I have urgent matters to attend to. Take care of yourselves. Remember, don't mention me to anyone. It could bring you trouble."

  With that, Yang Tian's figure blurred, and within moments, he was gone.

  "He's gone just like that..." Hong Xue sighed, her gaze lingering on the spot where Yang Tian had disappeared. His strength alone marked him as no ordinary disciple, let alone his incredibly resilient body.

  "What did he mean? Don't mention him?" Wang Mo muttered, his eyes narrowing with a hint of malice.