Chapter 164: Seven-Colored Divine Spirit Ganoderma

This slap was as swift as it was fierce.

Tang Yuanming was sent crashing to the ground, collapsing like a heap of mud, utterly unable to pick himself up.

This scene struck everyone present into a terrified silence.

This was the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land!

One of the supreme saints of the Eastern Territory, he ruled over a sacred domain with immense power and towering might.

To act shamelessly in his presence—was this not actively seeking one's own death?

Although Chu Danqing was worried for his disciple's safety, he did not dare to move even an inch.

He knew that while his meager strength was enough to put on airs in front of others, it was no different from an ant before the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land.

"Chu Danqing, I have struck your disciple. Do you submit?"

Having delivered the blow, the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land turned his gaze to Chu Danqing and demanded an answer.

"I submit!"

No matter how much reluctance and fury boiled within Chu Danqing's heart, he did not dare to show the slightest bit of it before the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land.

"Yao Wuchen has cured my daughter. Do you submit?"

The Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land stared directly at Chu Danqing and asked once more.

"I submit!"

Gritting his teeth, Chu Danqing had no choice but to yield.

"A bet is a bet. Now that you have lost, do you submit?"

The Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land posed the third question, pressing down with an overwhelming saintly pressure that filled Chu Danqing with trepidation.

"I submit!"

One must bow one's head when standing under low eaves, especially since he had indeed lost this wager.

He could afford to play shamelessly with Yao Wuchen, but he dared not pull such tricks on the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land.

Otherwise, Tang Yuanming was a living example of what would happen.

"Kneel down and kowtow in repentance!"

The Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land spoke again, his voice carrying the weight of heavenly might, brooking no disobedience.

Chu Danqing's complexion turned uglier than ever before.

The gazes of the surrounding crowd felt like needles piercing his back.

Humiliation!

Rage!

Resentment!

A turbulent mixture of emotions churned within his chest.

He raised his head slightly to look at Yao Wuchen, his hatred reaching an absolute peak.

Back then, when Yao Wuchen was stripped of his position as the Holy Son and expelled from the Heavenly Dan Sacred Sect, Chu Danqing had secretly sworn that if he ever had the chance in this lifetime, he would ruthlessly humiliate Yao Wuchen to avenge the past.

This time, he had seized that very opportunity.

Yet he never expected the final outcome to turn out like this.

Fifty years later, upon seeing Yao Wuchen again, he was actually forced to kneel and beg for mercy.

What a supreme disgrace!

Yet with the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land present, he dared not refuse to submit.

With every fraction of an inch his knees bent, the hatred in his heart intensified.

Thud!

Finally, he collapsed onto his knees. The moment his knees struck the floor, the malice in his heart reached its absolute zenith.

"I... ac... cept... defeat!"

Gritting his teeth, Chu Danqing acknowledged his loss, bowing his head in submission.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

Yao Wuchen picked at his ear, deliberately administering a stinging public humiliation.

Chu Danqing's face turned dark as night, his teeth grinding together with a grating sound.

"I accept defeat!"

Chu Danqing shouted loudly, completely stripped of all dignity.

"Did you not eat today? Speak louder!"

Yao Wuchen intended to vent every ounce of his pent-up frustration all at once.

"Yao Wuchen, do not push your luck too far!"

Chu Danqing roared in fury.

Boom!

The oppressive might of a saint pressed down like a falling mountain.

Instantly, Chu Danqing was flattened against the floor, completely paralyzed as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, leaving him heavily injured.

"I admit defeat! I admit my wrongs!"

Chu Danqing hurriedly screamed at the top of his lungs, terrified that the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land might slap him to death with a single strike.

"Hand over your spatial ring!"

Yao Wuchen did not press any further, demanding instead the spoils of his victory.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chu Danqing removed his spatial ring and hurled it directly toward Yao Wuchen.

Though the ring contained the greater half of his accumulated wealth, at this moment, he only wished to flee this place alive.

"Get lost!"

Yao Wuchen waved his hand dismissively, as if driving away a stray dog.

With a venomous glare at Yao Wuchen, Chu Danqing hoisted the heavily wounded Tang Yuanming onto his back and fled in utter disgrace.

He did not utter a single parting threat.

Yet everyone knew that the hatred burning in Chu Danqing's heart had reached its absolute limit.

This enmity was irreconcilable, a feud to the death!

With Chu Danqing's departure, the spectacle came to an end.

Before long, the other alchemists also offered their farewells and departed one by one.

The Xuanhuang Sacred Hall.

This was the primary hall of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land, as well as the highest-spec venue for receiving distinguished guests.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie and Yao Wuchen, having received the invitation of the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land, arrived at the grand hall.

Xiao Chengyu's poison had already been purged.

In accordance with their pact, the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land was required to bestow a saintly medicinal herb.

"You two have kept waiting!"

The Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land walked in from outside, evidently having made all necessary preparations.

Swish!

Without any superfluous words, the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land reached out and retrieved a jade box of spiritual essence from his spatial ring.

Forged from the pure marrow of a spiritual vein, the box radiated a dense spiritual aura and was inscribed with specialized defensive runes designed to seal saintly herbs and prevent any dissipation of their medicinal potency.

As the spiritual essence box opened, a palm-sized glossy spirit fungus lay within.

This fungus was extraordinarily marvelous.

Though no larger than a hand, it displayed seven distinct colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet—resembling a suspended rainbow, breathtakingly gorgeous.

A dense and sacred aura drifted outward, making anyone who inhaled it feel as though they were ascending to the heavens.

At the same time, Jun Wuxie distinctly perceived a faint trace of spiritual consciousness emanating from the fungus.

This indicated that it was on the verge of developing true sentience, possessing its own independent awareness and intelligence.

By then, it would no longer merely be a medicinal plant, but a spirit beast!

A priceless treasure!

This was unquestionably a supreme treasure!

"This Seven-Colored Sacred Spirit Fungus possesses a medicinal age of five hundred years, and it is a specialty saint herb exclusive to our Xuanhuang Sacred Land, nourished by the essence of heaven and earth and imbued with the aura of the rainbow."

"If consumed directly, it not only prolongs life and wards off all illnesses, but it also grants profound insights into the laws of heaven and earth."

"Though the Seven-Colored Sacred Spirit Fungus is only a lower-grade saint herb, its rarity and value infinitely approach those of a middle-grade saint herb."

"I hope the two of you are satisfied!"

The Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land introduced the treasure with a proud smile.

Saintly herbs were exceptionally rare; the vast majority were already claimed by powerful factions, and wild saint herbs were nearly impossible to encounter. Even if one were found, countless experts would tear each other apart in bloody battles to secure it.

Though Jun Wuxie was the reincarnation of a Demon Emperor, he currently possessed a humble background and ordinary origins.

Under normal circumstances, to acquire a saint herb, he would need at least the strength of the Martial Emperor realm or the Supreme realm.

Yet now, relying on his Heavenly-Human realm cultivation and the method of healing the sick, he had obtained a saint herb ahead of schedule.

Gazing at the Seven-Colored Sacred Spirit Fungus, a sharp glint flashed in Jun Wuxie's eyes.

He could clearly sense the sacred and majestic medicinal power contained within it.

If he were to devour and refine it, he would undoubtedly break through to the Marquis realm.

Beside him, Yao Wuchen was breathing heavily, his eyes turning bloodshot.

Though he had once been the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dan Sacred Sect and had indeed witnessed saint herbs before, he had only ever consumed one in his entire life, and for the past fifty years, he had not even been qualified to catch a glimpse of another.

Now, laying his eyes upon this Seven-Colored Sacred Spirit Fungus, he was naturally overwhelmed with excitement.

Yet greed did not take root in his heart.

He knew very well that this Seven-Colored Sacred Spirit Fungus belonged to Jun Wuxie.

Therefore, no matter how deep his yearning or how intense his desire, he forced himself to suppress the craving.

"My deepest thanks, Lord Sacred Master!"

Yao Wuchen accepted the Seven-Colored Sacred Spirit Fungus on behalf of Jun Wuxie.

"I have one more matter to discuss with the two of you!"

To their astonishment, the Master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Land spoke once more.

He turned his head, fixing a burning, intense gaze directly upon Jun Wuxie.

"Little brother, would you be willing to enter our Xuanhuang Sacred Land as a disciple?"