Chapter 936

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Ignoring the onlookers, Ye Wushuang’s hands began to surge with spiritual runes. As the runes condensed from his palms, he recalled his careful observation from below. When the seven cultivators had reached the nine hundred–zhang mark, the light emitted from the mountain wall was indeed formed by spiritual runes. He had only caught a fleeting glimpse and couldn’t determine the type of formation. However, when the eight cultivators were pulled into the jade wall just now, Ye Wushuang, being close by, had distinctly sensed that it was a **Great Formation of Heart–Trapping**, more precisely, a **Mental–Tempering Illusion Formation** designed to test one’s resolve and mind.

Fifteen cultivators at the Myriad Laws level had been drawn into this formation to undergo their trials. Ye Wushuang had no intention of being pulled in. Not only would it waste time, but if his trial lasted longer than the others, the precious S椤 spiritual fruits would fall into someone else’s hands. That would be a huge loss!

Ye Wushuang was determined to find a loophole. His hands swiftly gathered the spiritual runes, which soon condensed beneath his feet. With a single step forward, he began to walk along the rock face at a ninety–degree angle. As he moved, the rock surface once again emitted beams of light, seemingly attempting to pull him in. However, when these beams touched the runes beneath his feet, they gradually melted away and vanished. Ye Wushuang was not pulled in!

“What’s going on? Why wasn’t this guy pulled in?” someone below exclaimed in confusion.

“No idea…” another replied.

“The kid has formation runes beneath his feet; he can resist the light from within the rock wall,” someone else speculated.

The onlookers, all cultivators at the Heavenly Gang level, were stunned. Fifteen cultivators at the Myriad Laws level had been pulled in, yet this young man at the peak of the Heavenly Gang level remained unaffected. Steadying himself, Ye Wushuang continued to step forward, gradually ascending to nine hundred and ten zhang, nine hundred and fifty zhang, nine hundred and seventy zhang…

His figure grew ever closer to the summit. With one final step, he landed firmly on the mountaintop. The S椤 spiritual trees there radiated a brilliant light, exuding an invigorating aura. Ye Wushuang’s gaze fell upon the S椤 spiritual fruits. With a flick of his wrist, several slender purple wooden boxes appeared. These fruits must not be touched by hand. Opening the boxes, he revealed several silk handkerchiefs. Carefully, Ye Wushuang used the handkerchiefs to pick the fruits one by one, wrapping them in the silk and placing them into the boxes. In total, he collected seventeen.

As Ye Wushuang harvested the fruits, the cultivators below, watching helplessly, grew increasingly envious and agitated. They could do nothing but stare with wide eyes as he completed his task.

The mountain had been split in half. One side was a smooth rock face, while the other was a steep slope. The steep slope was impossible to climb; even Wu Xiuran and the others had tried earlier but couldn’t ascend more than a hundred zhang. This was why they had risked climbing the smooth rock face.

“What are you all waiting for?” suddenly spoke a middle–aged man at the ninth level of the Heavenly Gang. As he spoke, he positioned himself at the base of the rock wall, gripping a broad blade and eyeing Ye Wushuang above with a predatory gaze. The others quickly understood and moved closer to the rock wall, armed with spiritual weapons, waiting for Ye Wushuang to descend.

The young man had obtained the precious fruits; he couldn’t just stay up there. If the fifteen cultivators at the Myriad Laws level emerged from the formation, they would surely target him first. The boy, having acquired the rare fruits, would naturally want to flee. Where could he run? Only down from above. With dozens of them guarding the spot, Ye Wushuang had nowhere to escape.

The leading man chuckled and said, “Kid, you’ve got some skills, but these S椤 spiritual fruits are invaluable. Give me three, and I’ll let you leave.”

Another voice from below rang out, “Give me two, and I won’t stop you!”

“Give me one, and I’ll leave right away. Whether you can escape is up to your fortune!” more voices clamored.

Ye Wushuang looked down at the dozens of figures below, each holding a spiritual weapon and eyeing him menacingly. He couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.

“You guys… are really something,” he said.

With that, Ye Wushuang’s figure darted forward, and he leaped off the other side of the mountain, vanishing from sight.

At that moment, everyone on the smooth rock face side looked at each other in astonishment. Had the kid run off from the other side? How was that possible? The steep slope had immense pressure and was impossible to climb. It was about descending, not ascending.

“Stop him!” someone shouted.

In the blink of an eye, figures rushed from the smooth rock face side to the steep slope side. But where was Ye Wushuang now?

At that very moment, on the mountaintop, a figure suddenly appeared.

“Hahahahahaha…”

A loud, triumphant laugh echoed. Wu Xiuran, filled with elation, declared, “A mere Heart–Trapping Formation can’t hold me, Wu Xiuran. It seems I’m the first to break through the formation?”

Looking around the summit, he saw no one else and felt an immense sense of relief and joy. But in the next instant, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“Where are the S椤 spiritual fruits?” he roared, his voice shaking the entire forest.