Previously on Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister...
Duke Liu and the National Preceptor are aware of their predicament but can only hold on. Emperor Yu receives a message and resolves to annihilate dangerous places. Meanwhile, Chen Xuan watches his primordial seedlings grow slowly in the Celestial Eye Forest. Mysterious light dots from the Spirit Pool accelerate their growth overnight, much to Chen Xuan's curiosity and Zhan Tian's irritation. As the seedlings near readiness, Hong Ling arrives, and Chen Xuan shields them, mocking Hong Ling for still searching for his.
"You..."
Hong Ling gasped, his face flushed with anger. But after a moment of reflection, he berated himself for his foolishness. How could he have possibly asked such a question?
"Are you perhaps searching for the Spiritual Spring?"
Chen Xuan’s words instantly sent a wave of panic through Hong Ling. He hadn’t anticipated that Chen Xuan would also be aware of the Spiritual Spring.
"What Spiritual Spring? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m simply seeking a more amenable location for my Yuan seedling," Hong Ling stammered.
"Is that so?"
Chen Xuan regarded him with a subtle, knowing smile.
"I have no time for you!"
Hong Ling, unwilling to prolong the exchange, hastily departed.
"Hehe!"
Chen Xuan let out a soft chuckle. Once he ascertained that Hong Ling was well beyond earshot, he slowly settled down, anticipating the return of night.
Meanwhile, Hong Ling spewed curses under his breath as he made his way away. He was astonished that Chen Xuan shared knowledge of the Spiritual Spring.
"What should I do?"
Hong Ling’s expression turned grave, his face growing even paler.
Qingsui possessed a cultivation level superior to his own. If the Spiritual Spring were to be discovered, it was unlikely to fall into his hands. Fortunately, the Spiritual Spring had yet to materialize. Furthermore, its appearance was sporadic within a ten-thousand-meter radius of the Spirit Pool, affording him a sliver of hope. Yet, he felt his own chances were diminished.
He gently touched the verdant vine cradled in his arms. Should the Spiritual Spring appear within a hundred meters, this vine would undoubtedly react.
"I pray fortune favors me."
...
Night once again enveloped the surroundings!
The familiar spectacle unfolded as two seedlings commenced their rapid growth. Simultaneously, Hong Ling, guided by the green vine, continuously shifted his position within the ten-thousand-meter expanse surrounding the Spirit Pool.
"Strange, why hasn’t the Spiritual Spring shown itself yet?"
A disquieting anxiety began to take root within him. His father’s calculations had indicated that it should be approximately the time for its appearance. Typically, after the discovery of Yuan seedling seeds, few individuals would linger within a ten-thousand-meter radius. He hadn't anticipated Qingsui also being privy to the existence of the Spiritual Spring.
"Damn it!"
Hong Ling cursed internally. His cultivation was regrettably inferior to Qingsui’s. If he had been the one to find it first, the situation would be far more advantageous. By securing the Yuan seedling and placing it within the Spiritual Spring ahead of Qingsui, even if Qingsui possessed the audacity, he would likely hesitate to interfere with Hong Ling’s Yuan seedling, lest he face severe repercussions.
"What is that?"
Abruptly, Hong Ling froze, his gaze fixed upon two luminous streaks piercing the inky night sky, approximately a hundred meters from the Spirit Pool.
"That location... Qingsui!"
Suddenly! The Yuan seedling clutched in his arms began to tremble, radiating an intense excitement and longing!
"What in the world could that be?!"
However, one thing was certain: it was not the Spiritual Spring, as the green vine remained unresponsive. He finally comprehended the reason behind Qingsui’s presence here! He found himself in a state of indecision! Should he investigate or not? Yet, even if he chose to approach, confronting Qingsui seemed an insurmountable challenge.
"Forget it!"
After considerable internal struggle, he ultimately decided to withdraw. Proceeding would prove futile if he could not overcome Qingsui.
As Hong Ling retreated, Chen Xuan cast a brief, sideways glance.
"He understands his limitations!"
Chen Xuan commented softly. Had Hong Ling dared to approach, escape retribution, let alone a severe lesson, would have been impossible.
Following this minor interruption, Chen Xuan’s attention reverted to the Yuan seedling. It had nearly reached five inches in height.
"Almost there, almost there."
Chen Xuan whispered to himself, his anticipation soaring for the eventual grade of his and Zhan Tian’s Yuan seedlings. "It should at least achieve Earth grade, shouldn’t it?" After all, for someone of his caliber, a grade too low would be profoundly embarrassing.
Half an hour elapsed!
The two Yuan seedlings finally attained a height of five inches. Just as Chen Xuan prepared to eagerly irrigate them with his blood, the luminous spots began to dissipate, vanishing one by one like a string of extinguished streetlights, ultimately fading at the very center of the Spirit Pool.
"Does this imply it loses its efficacy beyond five inches?"
A profound curiosity gripped him. The entire environment felt strangely unnerving.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the peculiar thoughts. However, a new quandary now presented itself. While his own Yuan seedling could undoubtedly be nourished with his blood, what of Zhan Tian’s? If he were to use his own blood to irrigate it, would there be any adverse consequences? Within his recollections, the Tree-man race had never encountered such a peculiar circumstance.
"No matter, I shall attend to mine first!"
He then drew forth a droplet of blood, flicking his finger. The crimson bead arced towards the apex of his Yuan seedling.
"Sizzle..."
Instantly, his Yuan seedling quivered, emitting a soft rustling sound.
"You’d best grow with a higher grade!"
Chen Xuan declared with a hint of coercion, subsequently guiding the blood to flow onto the Yuan seedling. The blood gracefully cascaded down the exterior of the seedling, reaching its nascent roots.
In a blinding flash! The Yuan seedling radiated waves of emerald light. The intrinsic connection he felt towards the Yuan seedling intensified significantly.
At the same time, the Yuan seedling was observed to grow visibly.
In the blink of an eye, it reached six inches!
Seven inches!
"So tasty, more!"
Suddenly, a childlike voice resounded within Chen Xuan's mind, causing his tensed body to shudder.
"You can speak?"
"More... want more!"
"It... also wants!"
The voice responded.
"More?"
"It... also wants?"
Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow and then cast his gaze upon Elder Zhan’s Yuan seedling.
"Want to eat, right? Here you go!"
Instantly, he gathered two more drops of blood, though his complexion turned somewhat pale.
Under Chen Xuan's direction, the two drops of blood descended onto the two Yuan seedlings respectively.
In an instant!
Both Yuan seedlings trembled violently.
Simultaneously, at the entrance of the Blood Cry Realm, Zhan Tian's brow furrowed deeply.
The sensation he was experiencing grew increasingly intense.
"So tasty, more!"
Suddenly, a clear voice echoed in his mind.
"What?"
This unexpected voice startled Zhan Tian, causing a shift in his expression.
"Who are you?"
He demanded forcefully.
"Eat, eat..."
But the only reply he received was this!
Zhan Tian found himself filled with vexation.
What in the world was transpiring?
"Eat, eat your mother's...!"
Although he was a scoundrel, such vulgar words had never been uttered by him before.
