My Five Bigshot Seniors: I am The Most Coddled Junior!-Chapter 377 - 57: Struggle for the Prize [Second Update]

After Jun Wu came up from the bottom of the cliff, he walked on the grass for about half an hour before reaching the edge of the dense forest.

The trees in the dense forest looked quite old and appeared very tall and thick. The branches and leaves were very lush, blocking out the sunlight. The light in the dense forest wasn’t very good, and it was somewhat dim.

Jun Wu hesitated for a moment outside the dense forest, then lifted his foot and walked in.

There was a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground. The boots made a slight sound as they stepped on them, which was somewhat abrupt in the quiet dense forest.

Without any particular goal, Jun Wu randomly chose a direction and kept walking in, while paying attention to the surrounding environment to prevent a spirit beast from ambushing him.

After walking for about half an hour, he had penetrated deep into the dense forest, yet he hadn’t seen a single living spirit beast. He only saw a few spirit beast corpses lying messily on the ground, with signs of battle around them, indicating that there had been a fight there before. He carefully searched the area for their agreed-upon mark but found none, realizing those spirit beasts were not killed by Gu Qingqing and her group.

This discovery didn’t please him, and his expression grew even colder.

After walking for about another quarter of an hour, he looked up at the sky and found he could only see the branches and leaves covering the sky. He paused for a moment, found a big tree, and jumped up. The branches of these big trees were very sturdy. Jun Wu sat on one without any concern, drank some water to rest, and took the opportunity to observe his surroundings.

When he stood on the tree looking around, he discovered a stalk of Purple Heart Grass of Immortal Rank Five not far from him. His eyes lit up at the sight, thinking of the sect’s task. He dropped to the ground and ran towards the location of the Purple Heart Grass.

Upon reaching the Purple Heart Grass, he didn’t approach immediately but hid himself in a spot nearby. After waiting a while and seeing that neither spirit beast nor person appeared, although he still felt something was off, he proceeded toward the Purple Heart Grass.

Just when his hand was about to touch the Purple Heart Grass, a streak of Sword Qi struck towards his back. Fortunately, he was always on guard, and upon feeling the danger, he immediately rolled sideways to dodge the Sword Qi.

Standing fixed on the ground, he saw a young man in a dark green Brocade Robe appear before him, staring at him with complete animosity.

"I discovered this Purple Heart Grass first, you’re too much to act this way!" The young man pointed his sword at Jun Wu and spoke coldly before Jun Wu could open his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Jun Wu raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering for a moment on the young man’s attire before looking at him as if he were an idiot. His icy voice sounded the next moment, "You claim you saw it first, what evidence do you have? I didn’t see you when I just arrived!"

In Jun Wu’s view, the young man was simply making excuses for seizing something. Before he came over, he had deliberately waited. If it was indeed as the young man claimed, that he discovered it first, he should have immediately picked the Purple Heart Grass, rather than leaving it there for someone else to take.

The young man’s eyes flickered, his expression turning more vicious, "I indeed saw the Purple Heart Grass first, but before I could pick it, you showed up. Of course, this Purple Heart Grass should be mine!"

"Heh," Jun Wu sneered, his eyes cold as he looked at the young man, "When I got here, there wasn’t a soul around. Besides, unowned treasures usually go to whoever retrieves them first. You say you saw it first, yet you didn’t pick it, so naturally, it’s mine if I pick it. I think you’re the one trying to snatch someone else’s herb!"

The young man’s body trembled slightly, a hint of guilt crossing his eyes, not expecting Jun Wu to say this.

"I don’t care, this Purple Heart Grass is mine, don’t you dare fight me for it." The young man, seemingly realizing he couldn’t argue with Jun Wu, simply resorted to being unreasonable, rushing towards the Purple Heart Grass in an attempt to seize it first.

A cold light flashed in Jun Wu’s eyes. With a wave of his hand, the silver scimitar flew out. As the young man’s hand was about to reach the Purple Heart Grass, a silver light flashed before his eyes. He was shocked and instinctively stepped back. The silver scimitar flew past his face, cutting off several strands of hair from his forehead, which fell to the ground before him.

He broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that if he hadn’t dodged quickly, it wouldn’t just be his hair that was cut, it could have been his eyes!

"I’m generally reasonable, but when dealing with those who aren’t, my temper gets out of hand." Jun Wu looked at the young man, who was startled and pale, and a cold smile played at his lips, "Besides, I hate it when others fight me over things, it makes me want to chop their hands off!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the young man’s hands, and the young man felt a chill on his wrists, his body shivering slightly.

The young man’s eyes showed a hint of fear, but when his peripheral vision glimpsed the Purple Heart Grass, he bit his lip, unwilling to let it go so easily.

So, he turned to face Jun Wu, and without another word, drew his sword and charged at Jun Wu.

Jun Wu’s expression turned even colder. Under his control, the scimitar floated in front of him. With exertion, it flew out again, heading straight for the young man.

The scimitar’s speed was faster than the young man’s, and the silver blade light grazed the young man’s cheek, leaving a bloody mark. At the same time, Jun Wu reached the young man’s side, and before the young man could react, a kick landed on his chest, sending his body flying backward.

To avoid harming the Purple Heart Grass, Jun Wu controlled the direction of the kick, away from the grass.

The young man flew over ten meters, crashing into a big tree before falling to the ground in a sorry state, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his gaze towards Jun Wu filled with both fear and hatred.

"As a disciple of Bihai Heavenly Palace, behaving in such a thieving manner, I wonder if your master would die from anger if they knew?" Jun Wu said as he walked toward the young man. Before the young man could respond, Jun Wu delivered another swift kick.

The young man’s attire was recognized as the Disciple Robe of Bihai Heavenly Palace by Jun Wu, which is why he held back from a lethal strike. Otherwise, he would have used the scimitar instead of his foot.

Hearing Jun Wu recognize his identity, the young man’s pupils contracted, his face showing a moment of shame. Despite being airborne, his gaze toward Jun Wu was still filled with hatred.

When his body landed back on the ground, he spat out another mouthful of blood, his face pale as a sheet of paper.