Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel-Chapter 670 - 377: Village of Ginseng Fruit (Part 2)
Li Ye had a subtle relationship with them.
So he couldn’t use any coercive methods to control them.
And at that moment.
The Sect Leader suddenly stepped in, striding over and shouted:
"News from Taoist Dongcang."
"Li Ye has turned into a ginseng fruit in the Celebrated Realm!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire Temple of All Gods fell into a brief silence.
Su Xing’s expression changed several times.
Finally, he sighed and said, "Well, that’s quite fine, he was already likable, now he’s even more so."
He indeed breathed a sigh of relief.
At least knowing where Li Ye was gave a direction to focus efforts on, and honestly, this was a really good opportunity—our core disciple, a cultivator about to advance to Nascent Soul, was captured by you in the Celebrated Realm.
And they even want to make him into a "Grass Returning Pill."
This alone is enough for the Four Seasons Sect to wage war against the Celebrated Realm, let alone the fact that cultivators were previously captured by the ’Jade’ as well.
Doesn’t that mean they were also taken to the Celebrated Realm and perhaps refined into Grass Returning Pills?
If that’s true...
Then it wouldn’t just be the Four Seasons Sect attacking the Celebrated Realm.
But the entire Tao Furnace Realm.
Especially the hot-tempered but righteous Sword Cultivators, quite a few of them have gone missing.
Thinking of this.
He immediately walked out.
Intending to gather the sects plagued by "Jade", and also pull in some trouble-loving folks to discuss how to deal with this matter.
To this.
The Sect Leader said nothing.
Merely watched him leave silently, then turned to Ancestor Jianmu and said helplessly, "I’ll leave the logistics to you."
No need to imagine the reaction of sects that have been tormented or are there for the spectacle—they will surely charge forward without a word.
There is no force in the Lower Realm that can withstand the combined might of the Tao Furnace Realm, not even the deities within...not to mention the countless deities of the Four Seasons Sect.
Who doesn’t have a trump card capable of dealing with formidable opponents?
If it gets really bad.
Just shout "Brother, save me."
Someone from the Upper Realm will certainly descend to clean up the mess.
After all, as the saying goes, those who are loved have nothing to fear.
...
At the same time.
The beloved Li Ye was completely baffled.
Because right in front of him was...a town.
This underground town had an impressive appearance, with streets and buildings designed grandly and a very reasonable layout, whether looking at it from the perspective of an array or feng shui, it seemed like a masterpiece.
The only problem was:
The "residents" here were all bouncing ginseng fruits.
Heavens knew how shocked his expression was when he saw several ginseng fruits bouncing past him.
But those ginseng fruits acted as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Speaking in human tongue, they said:
"Youngsters these days really have no knowledge."
"Whose kid is this, coming here without even achieving Nascent Soul?"
"Wait, his aura..."
The number of ginseng fruits around increased, even approaching a dense tide—these fruits, akin to babies, were actually quite cute, all rosy and jade-like babies.
But the problem was there were just too many.
And it wasn’t only Nascent Soul aura emanating from them, there seemed to be some with Divinity Transformation, and some with a power that even Li Ye couldn’t fathom, which was at least Refining Void, or possibly even higher cultivation.
Even Li Ye found it bewildering to be surrounded by so many "strong fruits."
With a stiff face, he barely managed a smile, opened his mouth:
"Everyone..."
Luckily, his luck was always pretty good.
"Swish!"
A wooden sword flew from afar, landing in front of Li Ye.
An impressive ginseng fruit flew over, and somehow picked up that wooden sword, twirling it gracefully.
Said coldly, "This is my descendent, back off all of you!"
"Tch."
"What are you being so domineering for?"
"We’re all stuck here, why act all tough!"
The surrounding ginseng fruits grumbled, their words holding an inexplicable air of resignation, saying whatever they pleased.
But they all retreated honestly.
Instantly, the spacious road was left with only Li Ye and the Sword Cultivator, the latter glanced at him and directly asked:
"Four Seasons Sect?"
"Judging by your looks, you should be Su Xing’s disciple."
He quickly discerned Li Ye’s lineage, and to dispel Li Ye’s doubts, introduced himself: "I am a millennium-old Sword Elder from Celestial Vein Sword Mountain.
Back then, I once collaborated with a cultivator from your sect to assist in the reincarnation of our Celestial Vein ancestor.
Judging by the time, he should have already been born and started his path of cultivation.
His name in this life should be...
Wei Qingye."
Upon hearing this, the suspicion in Li Ye’s eyes vanished halfway.
Moreover... at this moment, Wei Qingye was peacefully sleeping inside his Jianmu.
So this guy really was the reincarnation of the Celestial Vein Sword Mountain ancestor.
He had heard previously that Celestial Vein Sword Mountain had an ancestor who harmed Celestial Dao and reincarnated, and he had suspected it might be Wei Qingye, considering the many times that guy had had terrible luck.
But each time after the misfortune, he gained significant rewards.
Like when he was a child and got hit by a Celestial Vein fragment, resulting in a talent beyond words, coinciding with the encounter of a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, who brought him back to the mountain for cultivation.
Mind you, at that time he was a genuine "mortal," and getting hit by a Celestial Vein fragment without dying was already quite absurd, let alone fortuitously meeting a Nascent Soul.
This kind of Immortal Fate couldn’t even be compared to those tales of finding a manual after a cliff fall or encountering a cultivator’s remnant soul in a ring.
Finally, this doubt had a resolution.
He exhaled a sigh of relief, bowed slightly, and said, "Junior Li Ye, pays respect to Senior—indeed, my master is True Man Su Xing."
"May I ask, Senior, what is this place exactly?"
The Sword Cultivator, without another word, grabbed him by his... stalk, mounted the Flying Sword, and flew away.
Li Ye: "..."
His little face wrinkled at once, almost crying out in pain.
It hurts...it hurts...
One must remember he’s a fruit now!
A fruit’s stalk is kind of like a belly button, being pulled by it during flight, it’s extraordinarily uncomfortable.
Yet he maintained the image of a core disciple and didn’t voice out the pain. Luckily, the journey wasn’t long.
Within a few breaths, the Sword Cultivator landed in a courtyard in the mountains, shouting loudly to someone inside:
"Lao Yue, I brought your descendent!"
Saying this, he unceremoniously laid down on the only bamboo recliner in the yard, the whole...fruit sprawled there motionless.
This lazy demeanor was highly reminiscent to Li Ye, just like how Wei Qingye behaved at his place.
He anxiously gazed at the wooden door in the courtyard.
Heard a creak.
A round, plump yet still scholarly and handsome ginseng fruit walked out, taking one look at Li Ye.
"He really is."
The ginseng fruit smiled at Li Ye: "You’ve arrived just in time, I’m nearly dead, and Lao Zhou can’t hold on much longer either.
Unless we take a bite out of each other.
After all, ginseng fruits, merely smelling one adds three hundred sixty years to your life, eating one extends it by forty-seven thousand years."
He casually spoke out some shocking statements.
Then signaled Li Ye to follow along.
Li Ye instinctively felt something was off, not that he was about to experience mishap or danger, rather... he was about to encounter something that would impact his Dao heart.
Additionally, the inexplicable urgency of this senior made him uneasy.
Yet he followed along.
As he trailed this senior through the heavily worn wooden door, the Sword Cultivator who had been lying with his eyes closed reopened them momentarily, gently sighing.
And Li Ye.
With wide eyes, felt a chill engulf his heart.
He suddenly had the urge to backtrack and flee.
