Chapter Seventy: Harvesting the Divine Fruit

Zeng Lu and the others watched as Liu Feng was struck and staggered backward, their hearts rising to their throats. Zhang Luoxue, observing Huang Cheng’s technique, spoke up: “Liu Feng, that’s the Zephyr Sect’s signature move, ‘Wind-Chasing Shadowless Fist.’ It’s a fist technique that relies on overwhelming speed.”

Hearing this, Liu Feng frowned slightly, then a smile appeared on his face as he thought, “So what if you’re fast? I’ll break your technique with speed of my own.”

At that moment, Huang Cheng’s fists hammered toward him, flashes of strange light dancing on his knuckles. In the blink of an eye, his fists were at Liu Feng’s side, pounding fiercely toward his back. A smile crept onto Huang Cheng’s face, as if he could already see Liu Feng coughing up blood and flying backward.

Yet, contrary to Huang Cheng’s expectations, when his fists were about to touch Liu Feng, he realized Liu Feng’s body was flickering swiftly, like a celestial dragon soaring into the sky, slipping away with effortless agility.

Seeing Liu Feng dart aside, Huang Cheng cursed inwardly. He stomped the ground and shot forward, appearing in front of Liu Feng once more. He unleashed the Wind-Chasing Shadowless Fist again, his fists flashing as they abruptly appeared at Liu Feng’s chest.

But the sensation of striking flesh never came. Instead, Huang Cheng realized his fist had passed straight through Liu Feng’s body—he had only hit a phantom image.

“Damn!” he thought, alarmed, and instinctively tried to leap back.

Just then, a golden fist tore through the air, moving as swiftly as a thunderbolt. Before Huang Cheng could react, the golden fist slammed into his back.

His body was hurled into the air, blood spurting from his mouth several times before he crashed heavily to the ground.

“That’s enough. The top six have been decided. You are eligible to receive the Yin-Yang Spirit Fruit. Come with me,” the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken announced, striding forward.

Liu Feng, Zhang Luoxue, and the other six followed. In moments, they had covered six or seven miles.

The Rainbow-Feathered Chicken halted, saying, “The Yin-Yang Spirit Fruit is right here. Go and take it yourselves.” It pointed to a spot just ahead.

Liu Feng looked forward and indeed saw a small tree, just over a meter tall, five meters away. On its branches hung six peculiar fruits, each half black and half white—the Yin-Yang Spirit Fruit.

The group hurried over, each plucking a fruit from the tree and immediately eating it.

As soon as Liu Feng swallowed the fruit, a surge of warm energy rushed to his mind, merging with his spiritual power.

A thunderous boom sounded within him, and Liu Feng felt his spirit tremble and rapidly strengthen. When the energy faded, his spiritual power had doubled, and his perception of space had grown much clearer.

Turning to the others, Liu Feng saw joyful expressions on their faces as well; clearly, they too had received immense benefits.

The Rainbow-Feathered Chicken, taking in their delighted expressions, said, “You’ve absorbed the energy of the Yin-Yang Spirit Fruit. As long as you continue to train diligently, your future achievements will be limitless.”

After a pause, it added, “There is an even greater fortune ahead—but I wonder which of you will have the luck to seize it.”

Huang Lingshan’s spirits soared at this, and he quickly asked, “Senior, what kind of fortune is it?”

“Follow me,” the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken replied, and with graceful steps, led the way into the distance, Liu Feng and the others trailing behind.

After an hour’s walk, the purple mist ahead suddenly vanished, and their vision opened up. Liu Feng saw a mighty river appear before them, waters roaring as they surged into the distance.

“All right, wait here,” the Black Ox said to the other eighteen participants. The Black Dog and White Ram also arrived.

The Rainbow-Feathered Chicken nodded to the Black Ox, Black Dog, and White Ram. “Let’s begin. Together, open the Ziyang Mirror’s space and invite out our master’s legacy. Whether or not these people can obtain this supreme fortune depends entirely on their luck.”

With these words, the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken let out a sharp cry, and a dazzling purple light shot from its wings. Simultaneously, the other beasts roared, each emitting a beam of purple light from their bodies. The rays merged together.

Liu Feng watched as the massive purple light soared into the sky. Thunder rumbled overhead, and a spatial rift appeared above, growing wider and wider until it stretched a thousand meters long and three hundred meters wide. At last, the beasts withdrew their power, and the purple light faded from their bodies.

“Within the spatial rift lies the spirit of the Ziyang Mirror. If any of you can communicate with it and gain its approval, you will receive the supreme treasure refined over a lifetime by the Ziyang Sovereign,” the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken said in a melodious voice.

“What? The artifact refined by the Ziyang Sovereign? This is unbelievable!”

“The Ziyang Sovereign was a legendary figure five thousand years ago—his glory illuminated the entire Cloudrider Continent.”

“It’s said the Ziyang Sovereign was an unrivaled figure in his era. If I could inherit his legacy, I would surely blaze with brilliance in this age.”

The Rainbow-Feathered Chicken’s words left everyone stunned and dazed, while a fervent desire burned in their hearts—each one longing for this earth-shattering opportunity.

Liu Feng was also shaken by the mention of the Ziyang Sovereign, yet he believed that the beast hide legacy he had obtained was no less than the Ziyang Sovereign’s inheritance. After all, the Peerless Golden Body allowed him to defeat opponents five ranks higher, which was proof enough of its power.

Of course, acquiring the Ziyang Sovereign’s legacy would be even better; after all, no one ever complains of having too many treasures. Still, if he failed to obtain it, he would not dwell on disappointment.

The Rainbow-Feathered Chicken and the other beasts, observing the eager and impatient faces before them, nodded in satisfaction.

To them, their master’s inheritance was the highest of all. Even scouring the continent, few treasures could compare. The participants’ reactions were only natural.

“Now, each of you will go in turn. Open your spirit, carefully sense the changes in space, and attempt to communicate with the Ziyang Mirror’s spirit. Each person is limited to two hours,” the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken intoned slowly.

Their excitement was palpable—their bodies trembled slightly. After all, with this inheritance, they might one day become peerless powerhouses, the ultimate dream of every martial cultivator.

“Very well, you will begin,” the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken said, pointing with its wing at one participant.

That individual, trembling with excitement, quickly sat cross-legged, opening his spirit to sense the spatial changes. But after two hours, he still had no clue.

“Failure. Next,” the Rainbow-Feathered Chicken said coldly. The man walked off, his face full of disappointment.

And so, one after another, people were eliminated, each one inwardly raging—why could they not earn the Ziyang Mirror’s spirit’s approval?