The Dao Source Fruit matures only once every hundred years, with only ten fruits ripening each time. It is a rare and precious treasure of heaven and earth in the cultivation world.
In the past, even if the Xuantian Sect managed to succeed by chance, it was only by risking their lives to secretly pluck one.
Most of the time, they returned empty-handed, and even faced the danger of being discovered. At best, they would be seriously injured and forced to flee; at worst, they would die on the spot.
How could they possibly pick them all?
This is something that the people of Xuantian Sect wouldn't even dare to dream of!
Bai Ying stood on the deck of the flying boat, the mountain wind whistling and making her clothes flutter.
A resolute flame burned in those cold, clear eyes.
She was determined to get this fruit! With the blood feud still unresolved, she had to seize every opportunity to improve her cultivation.
"What? Pick them all?"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the Xuantian Sect members turned deathly pale, as if they had heard something utterly unbelievable.
They originally only dared to hope that they could steal one fruit in the chaos, which would be a blessing from their ancestors. But this fairy wanted to take away ten Dao Source Fruits in one go.
"Insane...absolutely insane!" Wei Ji's voice trembled, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "That guardian beast of the Dao Source Tree, the Azure-Eyed Golden Toad, is a powerful demon in the late Nascent Soul stage! All of us wouldn't even be enough to fill its teeth!"
A glint of light flashed at Bai Ying's fingertips, and the flying boat suddenly accelerated, breaking through the sea of clouds and heading straight for the Narrow Gorge. Her expression was indifferent, but her tone left no room for doubt: "Nothing in this world is impossible."
"But...but..." A disciple's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. "That demonic beast was incredibly ferocious; its mere aura was enough to immobilize us! Even if we arrived first, we wouldn't be able to get close to the Dao Source Fruit at all!"
The other man, his face ashen, stamped his feet in desperation: "Last year, three elders from the Heavenly Sword Sect, all at the late-stage Nascent Soul realm, joined forces and were defeated by that beast! With our meager cultivation, going up there would be suicide!"
"That's right! Even Nascent Soul stage cultivators aren't guaranteed to survive. The Nascent Soul stage cultivator from the Heavenly Dao Sect was seriously injured and almost died!"
"Fairy Bai, please reconsider..." someone's voice trembled. "If we act rashly without waiting for other sects to restrain that demonic beast, we will surely die!"
At this moment, a cultivator named Liu Yingjie suddenly sneered, saying in a sarcastic tone, "Heh, some people, just because they have a little skill, they don't know their own limitations. In front of a Nascent Soul stage demon, we are not even ants! Fairy Bai, you don't really think you can fight that Jade-Eyed Golden Toad, do you?"
Bai Ying's lips curled slightly, but her eyes were cold: "I said I would protect you all. If you don't believe me..." Her gaze swept over the crowd like a knife, "You can leave now."
Liu Yingjie's face flushed red, and he said angrily, "Fine, let's go! I'm not like some people who are so arrogant and dare to try and snatch food from a tiger's mouth!"
He turned to the other disciples and incited them, "Fellow disciples, think carefully! Will you follow her to your deaths, or come with me? Don't die there without anyone to collect your body! The Dao Source Fruit is good, but you need to be alive to enjoy it. Don't end up as the cicada's dinner."
The flying boat sped along, with a howling wind.
The members of the Xuantian Sect looked at each other in bewilderment. Some gripped the gunwale tightly, their knuckles turning white; others kept wiping away sweat, their eyes darting around.
Wei Ji stared at Bai Ying's retreating figure, his Adam's apple bobbing, but ultimately dared not speak again.
Finally, the few timid disciples could no longer bear their fear and looked to Liu Yingjie for help, their voices trembling as they said, "Senior Brother Liu, we...we'll go with you..."
"I...I'm sorry..." another disciple lowered his head, not daring to look at Bai Ying, "We don't want to die in vain..."
Bai Ying didn't even lift her eyelids, letting them jump off the flying boat tremblingly and flee without looking back.
Before leaving, Liu Yingjie turned back and taunted, "White Fairy, I wish you a resounding victory!" After saying that, he and several disciples flew away on their swords.
The mountain wind howled, and the sea of clouds churned.
The airship, carrying the remaining people, sped towards the treacherous narrow passage.
Ahead lies a heaven-reaching opportunity, or perhaps... an abyss of no return.
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Although many people remained on the flying boat, everyone was trembling with fear, their palms sweating profusely. Some kept rubbing the Qiankun Escape Talisman bestowed upon them by the sect leader, as if it could give them some reassurance.
At worst, I can just crush the talisman and run for my life.
It was with this thought in mind that they gritted their teeth and stayed.
Bai Ying piloted the flying boat through layers of clouds and mist, and finally the outline of a narrow passage appeared ahead. The cliffs on both sides were as steep as if cut by a knife, with only a narrow gap in the middle, and the low roars of monsters could be heard from time to time in the eerie passage.
Everyone was on edge, desperately praying that they wouldn't encounter any monsters.
You must understand that with their cultivation level, let alone the legendary Azure-Eyed Golden Toad, even a random demonic beast on the road would be enough to take their lives.
The worst monsters here are at the late Nascent Soul stage, and some may even be at the Divine Transformation stage.
If you encounter it, you will surely die.
The flying boat sped through the deep valley, the steep cliffs on both sides like the sharp teeth of a giant beast, ready to devour the lone boat at any moment.
With each sharp turn, the hull emitted a teeth-grinding creak, as if it would fall apart at any moment.
Wei Ji's back was already soaked with cold sweat. His fingers gripped the Qiankun Escape Talisman so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the excessive force, and the edges of the talisman were crumpled and wrinkled.
Inside the cabin, some people bit their lips tightly, while others closed their eyes, covered their heads with their hands, and curled up in a corner, chanting life-saving incantations.
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