Inside the Bodhi Grotto Heaven, there are currently twelve people.
Among them, five were chosen by the Grotto Heaven to enter, while the other seven were lucky enough to be near Lin Jing when the Grotto Heaven descended, taking advantage of the ti when the Grotto Heaven hadn’t fully ford to enter.
To so extent, this can be considered as being blessed by fortune.
The Body Cultivator draped in animal skin saw that no one was paying attention to him, he pursed his lips and walked straight to the golden Bodhi Tree.
"In the Bodhi Grotto Heaven, the comprehension effect under the golden Bodhi Tree is the best, followed by silver, and finally green."
"The fewer people under a Bodhi Tree, the better the comprehension effect. It’s not quite good for you to monopolize the golden Bodhi Tree, is it?"
The Cyan-robed Scholar gently said to the Body Cultivator, "If I’m not mistaken, you are a Snowfield Cultivator. Only Snowfield Cultivators wear animal skin skirts like this."
This Body Cultivator was indeed wearing an animal skin skirt.
Everyone turned their gaze.
The bald Body Cultivator’s eyes turned cold.
The Scholar continued, "This young lady, judging by her attire, a purple fire cloud pattern pill robe, should be a disciple of the Fire Domain Pill Furnace Sect."
The Female Alchemist crossed her arms over her chest.
"As for this young hero, he’s carrying the ’Demon-slaying Sword’, which is the standard equipnt of the outer disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect in the sword domain."
The Young Sword Hero remained silent, slowly taking off his sword.
"And these eight, each with a pet beast; as far as I recall, only disciples of the Beast Taming Sect in the barren domain raise pet beasts so uniformly."
Lin Jing and others anticipated what he was about to say.
"As for myself, I am from the literary domain. We, a few, all hail from one of the nine domains of the Celestial Essence Ancient Country, we are Ancient Country Cultivators, only this Snowfield Cultivator is from a foreign land." The Cyan-robed Scholar directly divided the factions into two.
"Everyone, the Snowfield Tribe has been at odds with the Celestial Essence Ancient Country since ancient tis, coveting the central lands. Shouldn’t we, as cultivators of the Celestial Essence Ancient Country, unite against them?" He clasped his hands towards everyone.
Beyond the Celestial Essence Ancient Country, there is a snowy land with a harsh living environnt.
"Hahahaha, I knew you bastards would gang up, I’m not afraid of you." The Snowfield Cultivator laughed heartily.
He was well aware of what the Cyan-robed Scholar had analyzed. With different factions, these people would definitely target him first, so he was prepared for a one-against-many fight.
"I heard the cultivators of the Celestial Essence Ancient Country are as gentle as little lambs, today I will show you what a real cultivator is!"
He stood in front of the golden Bodhi Tree, exhaling cold air, his eyes tinged with a wild beast-like yellow-green hue. His muscles bulged, and his body emitted the roars of lions and tigers.
"I have no malice towards the Snowfield, but you Snowfield Cultivator indeed are rude." The Female Alchemist in the purple fire cloud pattern pill robe shook her head.
"Co on, who doesn’t want to monopolize the golden Bodhi?" the Body Cultivator scoffed.
"Everyone, let’s join forces and take him down!" The Cyan-robed Scholar said, taking out a scroll of calligraphy. His literary aura fused with the words, instantly conjuring phantom soldiers holding knives and swords in the air, attacking the Snowfield Cultivator.
"I’m in too!" The Female Alchemist lightly raised her arm, a wisp of purple fla instantly forming at her fingertip, the fla was no ordinary fire, with extrely high temperature, exuding a strange fragrance, beautiful yet disquieting.
The fla danced in her palm, seemingly having its own will. With a thought, it transford into a fiery cauldron, soaring into the air with a rumbling sound.
Swish!
She suddenly swung her arm, hurling the fiery cauldron towards her opponent.
"Ahhh!!!" The Snowfield Cultivator stood his ground, with beast-like totem patterns gleaming on his body, letting nurous attacks hit him.
Glaring fiercely, he assud a defensive posture. In the next mont, the weapons of the soldier phantoms landed on him like chopping at forged steel, producing a clanging sound and shattering into smoke.
"Damn you!" After withstanding the Scholar’s attack, his blood boiled, his hands glowed red, and he swung towards the incoming fiery cauldron with great force.
Boom!
Fiery serpents danced across the sky. He bathed in the fiery light, in the next second, like a beast unleashed, he charged at the Cyan-robed Scholar, pulling out a giant hamr from his storage bag intending to swing at the scholar.
"Why aren’t the Celestial Sword Sect and Beast Taming Sect mbers taking action? Do you want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger?"
The Scholar, seeing this, conjured a cloud beneath his feet, stepping onto it to ascend into the air, avoiding direct confrontation with the Snowfield Cultivator, while questioning the Celestial Sword Sect and Beast Taming Sect cultivators.
"Get down here!" The Snowfield Body Cultivator hurled the heavy hamr into the air, but the Cyan-robed Scholar easily evaded it.
The Snowfield Body Cultivator seed to realize he couldn’t take down the Cyan-robed Scholar in a short ti and turned his fierce gaze towards the Female Alchemist who had also attacked.
The Female Alchemist imdiately showed a distressed expression, "Enough, enough, you guys fight, I’m an Alchemist, not proficient in combat, I’ll settle for the silver Bodhi Tree."
At this mont, no one wanted to expend too much energy first, letting others reap the benefits.
The Snowfield Body Cultivator snorted coldly, fully aware of the Female Alchemist’s intentions. He cast a glance over the Celestial Sword Sect and Beast Taming Sect cultivators and said, "Sword slinger, are you going to fight?"
"As for the Beast Taming Sect, you all seem like useless trash, probably snuck into the Grotto Heaven, right?" He revealed his aura, his blood carried the roars of ten thousand beasts, like becoming the king of all beasts. In an instant, the Beast Taming Sect disciples’ expressions changed.
He Yiming’s senior brother’s battle ape, Senior Brother Ziran’s Fire Spirit Sparrow, and the beasts carried by the Demon Hunting Hall disciples all trembled.
"No mistake, this guy definitely has the Body of Ten Thousand Beasts, a special cultivation physique that can rge the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts, strengthening his body, growing more formidable as he fights, and exerting a powerful bloodline suppression on beasts!"
Senior Brother Ziran was shaken internally. The difference between those chosen by the Grotto Heaven and those who sneaked in instantly manifested. Just by revealing his aura, most pet beasts from the Beast Taming Sect cowered like eting the king of beasts, significantly reducing their combat power.
"Not good." The Demon Hunting Hall disciples, who planned to seize the opportunity to gain an advantage, sensed the pressure equivalent to a Foundation Establishnt Demon Beast from this person, abandoning the idea of contending for the golden Bodhi Tree.
Seeing this, the Cyan-robed Scholar shook his head, knowing that with so many Beast Taming Sect mbers, there must be so water, and indeed there was.
"But that’s fine, the competition has lessened a lot." He thought to himself.
Suddenly...
Several water arrow techniques shot toward the Snowfield Body Cultivator. Drawing on his terrifying physique, he easily withstood the attacks from the Scholar and the Female Alchemist. Though both held back, it spoke volus of his formidable body, but when faced with several water arrows, his complexion suddenly changed, his body issued a strong warning signal. Just as the Snowfield Cultivator was about to dodge, before the water arrows hit, a terrifying spiritual power tide erupted, engulfing him!!!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Dozens of consecutive explosions triggered intense spiritual fluctuations and a strong gale, directly blowing the Cyan-robed Scholar off from the sky, with the Female Alchemist and Young Sword Hero retreating back rapidly.
With disbelief, they looked at Lin Jing, who calmly wielded a "chanical Bamboo Spear" and directed consecutive "pfft" shots at the Snowfield Body Cultivator.
On Lin Jing’s shoulder, the Pine Leaf Mouse showed none of the sa fear as other spirit beasts or demon beasts. Perhaps due to its own mutation, or perhaps due to its inner desire, it felt it must snatch away the storage bag!!!
Enshrouding smoke dissipated.
The Snowfield Body Cultivator with the giant hamr still stood in place, but his entire body was covered in injuries that were shockingly grueso, with the blast from spiritual beans tearing his skin in multiple places, exposing raw muscle tissue, with even his white bones visible, a ghastly sight.
His chest heaved slightly with rage etched across his face, his eyes vacant. Suddenly, blood surged with a strange light, and he roared as he charged towards Lin Jing.
"What a terrifying Body Cultivator." Lin Jing took a step back, swapped out a magazine, having already expended a good number of spiritual bean bombs.
Boom!
With countless fire serpents flying around, this person’s eyes had already lost focus.
Seeing this, a little squirrel cautiously ran over, tugged the storage bag off the man’s body, and scampered back.
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