What Wu Xin didn't know was that it was precisely because of Li Youwei's words, words he didn't take to heart, that he ended up leaving Divine Sword City in such a sorry state, covered in injuries.
Of course, that was a story for later.
As time passed, the large tree on the mountaintop began to emit a faint treasure light, and from the eight fig fruits, bursts of fragrance wafted out.
Just a single whiff was enough to invigorate one's spirit tenfold.
The fragrance spread for hundreds of miles.
Smelling this aroma, the Cultivators below began to stir, slowly walking towards the mountaintop.
"gentlemen, treasures belong to the capable. I do not wish to see blood today, so please retreat."
Sensing the commotion below, the young man in the distance spoke with a face full of Killing Intent.
Ye Lin had entered by relying on his absolute strength, and they all admitted this; these fig fruits had a share for Ye Lin.
As for the people below, they were just a bunch of ants.
Did ants also dare to covet treasures? Seeking death.
"Hmph, there are eight fig fruits in total, and right now, there are only five of you. What if you give the remaining three to us? You're being too overbearing, aren't you?"
Below, a young man, his eyes full of defiance, raised his neck and roared.
There were eight fig fruits in total, but there were only five of them.
As for those at the foot of the mountain, there were dozens of Cultivators.
Their actions were indeed extremely overbearing.
"So what if we're overbearing? Treasures belong to the capable. If you take another step forward, what awaits you will be death and the scattering of your Dao."
After the young man finished speaking, the young man below didn't believe it. He didn't believe that in front of so many people, he would dare to kill him.
Then, disbelieving, he took a step forward.
The next moment, an extremely scorching fist shadow appeared, and the stubborn Cultivator from just now didn't even leave behind a speck of dust.
He dissipated between heaven and earth.
A Core Formation Stage Middle Stage Cultivator was instantly killed by a single punch.
The remaining Cultivators below all stood rooted to the spot, not daring to Move, their faces filled with terror.
"Ants."
Seeing the dozens of remaining figures standing still below, the young man's face was filled with disdain.
"gentlemen, how about we slaughter all these ants?"
The young man looked around, finally setting his gaze on Ye Lin.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you say?"
"Inciting Killing Intent is not advisable. Besides increasing Karma, there is no benefit. Let's forget about it."
"Indeed."
Hearing Ye Lin's reply, the young man nodded.
"Fellow Daoist, my name is Kuang Zhantian. May I know your name?"
Kuang Zhantian cupped his fists respectfully towards Ye Lin and asked.
"Ye Lin."
"So it's Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
"You've heard of me?"
Hearing Kuang Zhantian's familiar tone, Ye Lin was a little surprised and looked up at Kuang Zhantian.
He didn't know Kuang Zhantian at all, nor had they ever met before.
"No."
Unexpectedly, Kuang Zhantian shook his head indifferently.
Ye Lin: "..."
This Move by Kuang Zhantian truly left Ye Lin speechless.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the mountaintop, and a more intense fragrance spread all around.
"The fig fruits are ripe."
At this moment, the Fat Man, who had been silent all this time, opened his eyes and spoke.
"One for each of us."
Ye Lin and the others exchanged glances and nodded.
Then Ye Lin reached out and plucked two, handing one to Li Youwei.
"There are three left, gentlemen. How do you plan to distribute them?"
Seeing the three fig fruits on the tree, Wu Xin put his palms together and looked at the Fat Man, asking.
Ye Lin also looked at the Fat Man.
Although the Fat Man's presence was minimal, the threat he posed to him was the greatest.
"It's simple. Whoever is stronger gets them."
The Fat Man grinned and said.
A very simple distribution method: whoever is stronger gets them.
After the Fat Man finished speaking, Ye Lin immediately became wary of Wu Xin, who was closest to him.
"Sir, how about we have a match?"
Wu Xin put his palms together and looked at Ye Lin.
"Good."
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and said; he didn't want to give up the remaining fig fruits.
After all, such treasures were too precious, and no one wanted to give them up.
Ye Lin quietly sent Li Youwei ten thousand meters away.
Golden Core Stage Cultivators fighting would be world-destroying, and Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators couldn't even withstand the aftermath of the battle.
Once they started fighting, he wouldn't be able to look after Li Youwei.
And that young man directly attacked the Fat Man, without the slightest bit of mercy.
"Sir, be careful."
Wu Xin, with a smile, kindly reminded Ye Lin, then slowly raised his right hand, as white as jade.
Immediately, behind Wu Xin, a thousand-meter-tall giant palm appeared, from which emanated an aura of destruction.
"Suppress."
As Wu Xin spoke, the giant golden palm instantly appeared above Ye Lin's head, pressing down towards him.
The ground below began to crack inch by inch.
It was as if it couldn't withstand the terrifying might brought by this giant palm.
And as the protagonist, the pressure Ye Lin felt was also immense.
"Tiger's Roar in the Mountains and Forests."
Ye Lin clenched his right hand, and a thousand-meter-long phantom of a fierce tiger appeared around him. The phantom tiger looked up at the giant golden palm above its head and let out roars.
The roars echoed for hundreds of miles around.
Boom!
As Ye Lin punched, the phantom tiger also raised its thick and powerful right arm, striking at the giant golden palm with a claw.
Boom!
With a loud bang, terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions.
Both sides were currently in a stalemate.
For a short time, neither could do anything to the other.
Now, it was a battle of Qi storage.
Such a terrifying Move consumed a huge amount of Qi. Now, it depended on who would run out of Qi first and be unable to sustain it.
And during the battle, Ye Lin and Wu Xin were exchanging glances through their phantom forms.
No one knew what they were communicating.
"Fellow Daoist, you were still a step too slow."
In the distance, the Fat Man looked at Kuang Zhantian with a smile, then slapped Kuang Zhantian into the ground.
The entire ground instantly collapsed.
Just as the Fat Man was rejoicing, on the other side, Ye Lin and Wu Xin exchanged a smile and nodded slightly.
"Tiger's Roar in the Mountains and Forests."
"World in the Palm."
Two incredibly terrifying attacks suddenly changed direction and struck towards the Fat Man.
The unprepared Fat Man was caught off guard and was directly sent flying by the two of them into a distant tall mountain.
Boom.
With a loud bang, the tall mountain instantly collapsed, and the Fat Man's figure was submerged by endless rolling rocks.
However, an attack of this level could not kill a Golden Core Peak Cultivator, but it could severely injure him.
After doing everything, Ye Lin retracted his Qi and smiled at Wu Xin.
Then he plucked two fig fruits and threw them to Li Youwei in the distance.
After the battle ended, Li Youwei came to Ye Lin's side, looking at Wu Xin with eyes full of anger.
Clearly, she hadn't forgiven Wu Xin for what happened just now.
"Sir, we are fated. How about we travel together?"
Wu Xin bowed to Ye Lin and said with a smile.
"Travel? To where?"
Hearing this, Ye Lin was stunned.
"From here, walk into the city. What Little Monk means by 'walk' is to walk like a Mortal."
"Cultivate, Cultivate both body and mind. Sometimes, treating oneself as a Mortal and finding one's original intention is also part of tempering one's state of mind. How about it?"
Hearing this, Ye Lin pondered slightly.
He had been Cultivating non-stop until now.
And he really hadn't done much to temper his state of mind.
"Alright."
Ye Lin nodded. This time, he had learned something.
Tempering one's state of mind, Cultivation is also Cultivating the mind.
