Chapter 823

Chapter 823: Potted Little Tree

At the Hidden Spirit Sect, a group of first, second, and third-generation disciples gathered together.

"The Elder Council truly lives up to its name; their battle formations are intricate, and each of their disciples’ cultivation and fighting strength matches ours," Xiong Li praised.

"In ten days, the second battle will take place. If it ends in a draw again, we should return the benefits the Grand Elder previously gave us; we’d be too ashamed to keep them," Qian Bing said, feeling that the responsibility for the previous stalemate mainly fell on him.

If he had been more accurate with the cannon and taken out their Chief Disciple, it wouldn’t have ended in mutual destruction.

"Since this was our first confrontation with the core disciples of the Elder Council, our intelligence was limited. Plus, without Grape’s support, a draw was to be expected," a graceful woman said, her eyes shining with wisdom as she analyzed the battle.

"Sister Situ Nan, without your leadership in this battle, we might have lost," Qian Bing said gratefully.

"My presence didn’t make much difference; the real hero was the Senior Brother. If he hadn’t held the front line, our formation would have collapsed," Situ Nan replied.

"It’s unfortunate that among our third-generation disciples, there are only a few from the Body Refinement Lineage. If we had more, we would have surely won this battle," Li Lei Hu said.

"Everything is interconnected; nothing can be missing. It’s just a pity that those little iron-eating beasts haven’t matured yet," Xiong Li lamented, showing great concern for the group of young iron-eating beasts.

"When the next battle begins, I’ll continue to look for chances to ambush their Chief Disciple, but I’ll need two disciples from the Shadow Killers to assist me," Qian Bing said, looking at Situ Nan.

"Two won’t be enough; we’ll need four elite disciples, including one skilled in sealing techniques," Situ Nan said, her eyes gleaming with a mysterious light.

Deep down, she felt a spark of excitement; the military formation she had trained in was finally proving useful.

"That’s even better. The Chief Disciple’s swordsmanship is terrifying; if he breaks through to our rear, it would be chaos. Xiang Yun’s sword formation was barely set up before his true spirit was destroyed by a single sword strike," Qian Bing remarked.

Sitting in the back, Xiang Yun remained silent, lost in thought about that sword.

How could he destroy my true spirit with just one sword?

Han Feiyu patted Xiang Yun’s shoulder to comfort him.

"I realize now that I was too complacent, like a frog in a well," Xiang Yun murmured.

"Brother Xiang Yun, their Chief Disciple is at the Great Ascension stage; you shouldn’t blame yourself so much," Jian Wujie said.

Xiang Yun waved his hand, signaling that he was fine.

"There are still two battles left; we must win."

"Now, as the Senior Brother, I order all inner sect disciples to enter the Mystical World and practice military formations according to Sister Situ Nan’s instructions," Xiong Li declared firmly.

"Understood!"

All the disciples responded in unison.

Meanwhile, Xu Fan was fishing with his good friend.

"I didn’t expect our sect’s disciples to be so strong, managing to draw with the core disciples of the Elder Council," Wang Yulun said, praising as he fished.

Hearing this, Xu Fan rolled his eyes.

"Have some ambition, will you? Sitting next to you is not only your good older brother but also the only Supreme Elder of the Feiyu Realm. Drawing with the Elder Council is nothing to be proud of."

The outcome of this battle surprised Xu Fan; he hadn’t expected the first battle to end in a draw.

He had anticipated a minor loss but believed they would ultimately win.

"Not every disciple is as talented as Big Brother Xu; the Elder Council has been around for tens of thousands of years. A draw is actually quite impressive," Wang Yulun said, just as his fishing rod dipped—a big catch was on the line.

He instantly became serious, his whole body empowered by divine abilities.

A pair of large, divine hands appeared, firmly gripping Wang Yulun’s fishing rod and beginning to lift it.

"Big Brother Xu, I think we’ve hooked something big this time; I feel it’s not simple," Wang Yulun said excitedly.

"Hold on tight and pull up to see what we’ve caught!" Xu Fan replied with a smile; every time his good brother struggled to lift the rod, it always meant something good was on the line.

Countless spiritual energies began to gather towards Wang Yulun, and a virtual image connected to the divine hands appeared behind him.

The hands gripping the fishing rod began to tremble, and the expression on Wang Yulun’s face grew fierce.

The pressure of spiritual energy around Wang Yulun increased, and the virtual image behind him became more solid.

"If you need my help, just nod," Xu Fan said from the side.

Wang Yulun, who was engaged in a tug-of-war with the big catch, showed a determined expression.

If his little brother could handle it, there was no need for his older brother to step in.

Thus, the fishing rod remained in a stalemate for a long while, with no winner emerging.

"Good thing I forged this fishing rod; otherwise, if it were an ordinary one, the treasure would likely be ruined," Xu Fan said lightly from the side.

He kept a close watch on his good brother’s movements and was ready to assist if anything went wrong.

Wang Yulun continued for an entire hour, ultimately using the blood-burning secret technique to unleash power beyond his own realm, slowly reeling in the big catch from that world.

"After all this effort, I ended up pulling up a potted tree?" Wang Yulun gazed weakly at the tall potted tree before him.

The tree was bare, not a single leaf in sight.

At that moment, Xu Fan was stunned when he saw the potted tree.

He sensed a supreme aura of wide road laws emanating from it.

As he probed deeper, he felt an extension into an unknown void.

"Big Brother Xu, this tree must be extraordinary; let’s find a place to plant it," Wang Yulun said, his spiritual energy recovering and no longer looking as disheveled as before.

"Yulun, what do you want right now?" Xu Fan suddenly asked.

"I want a spirit pill that can restore me to my peak state," Wang Yulun replied casually.

Just then, the one-meter-tall tree seemed to shimmer.

Xu Fan gently placed his hand on the tree and pulled out more than ten pieces of Immortal Jade, placing them at the base of the tree.

At that moment, countless small roots stretched out from the base of the tree, surrounding and drawing the Immortal Jade into its roots.

Then the entire little tree erupted with celestial spirit light, and a blue Little Flower Deer blossomed from the central branch.

After flowering, a blue spirit pill hung from the tree.

Wang Yulun was stunned.

"This is a Master-level Holy Blood Pill!!"

"Just in time for you to eat and recover to your peak state," Xu Fan said in surprise as he looked at the little tree.

Wang Yulun, half believing and half doubting, plucked the Holy Blood Pill from the tree and put it in his mouth.

A warm current instantly flowed throughout Wang Yulun’s body, quickly sweeping away his previous exhaustion and the aftereffects of the blood-burning technique, restoring him to peak condition.

"Big Brother Xu, does this tree grow whatever it needs?!" Wang Yulun exclaimed excitedly.

“Theoretically, yes, but the cost is also proportional,” Xu Fan replied.