“How did you do it?”
Finally, someone couldn’t hold back and began seeking advice from the Blood-devouring Demon Clan.
However, their inquiries were met not with answers but with disdainful glares and mocking sneers from the Demon Clan.
“Talk of being on the same boat, yet they only care for their own. Demon Clan scum will always be Demon Clan scum,” grumbled an indignant voice, unable to stomach the rejection.
*Boom—*
*Wail—*
But no sooner had the words left their mouth than the speaker was sent flying, crashing brutally into the hall’s wall. By the time others reacted, the person had already fainted.
It was the Blood-devouring Demon Clan Patriarch.
“We never claimed to be on the same boat as you. My clan remains your mortal enemy. Sparing your lives is merely out of respect for young friend Chu Feng,” he said coldly.
“I’ll warn you one last time: don’t test my patience. Next time I act, it’ll cost you your wretched lives.”
His words sparked murmurs of resentment, but none dared voice them aloud, only muttering complaints in their hearts.
And no wonder—humans and the Demon Clan were sworn enemies. The Demon Clan had no obligation to care for their feelings.
In their earlier desperation, they’d been blinded by desire, foolishly seeking guidance from the Demon Clan—a humiliating and laughable mistake.
“Lord, we can’t let the Demon Clan seize the advantage. It’ll put us at a disadvantage,” whispered members of the Dantai Heavenly Clan and other factions, communicating secretly with Dantai Yinjian.
“Indeed, the Blood-devouring Demon Clan Patriarch speaks nicely about respecting Chu Feng, but isn’t it only because you keep him in check that he doesn’t dare break ties openly?”
“The heaven-and-earth energy in those stone chairs is so dense, likely containing the secrets of martial cultivation. If we let the Blood-devouring Demon Clan Patriarch be, he might break through.”
“If he reaches the Supreme Realm, even you won’t be able to restrain him. Then we’ll all face disaster.”
At this moment, Dantai Yinjian was their only hope.
But Dantai Yinjian was no fool. He knew their honeyed words masked their true desire: to learn from him how to ascend the stone chairs.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot help you. To claim those seats and seize this rare cultivation opportunity, effort now is futile. Most of you have likely already missed your chance,” Dantai Yinjian said.
“Lord Dantai, what do you mean?”
His words caused a stir, but the crowd, unwilling to give up, pressed for answers.
“If I’m not mistaken, ascending those chairs depends on this golden fruit,” Dantai Yinjian said, opening his hand to reveal a golden fruit.
The fruit, walnut-sized, shimmered with faint light and exuded an extraordinary aura, instantly recognizable as no ordinary object.
“Could this be the legendary golden fruit that grants entry to the Divine Hall?” The crowd’s eyes gleamed at the sight.
*Whoosh—*
A gust of wind swept through as Dantai Yinjian leapt toward a stone chair.
All eyes followed, clearly seeing golden radiance emanating from his body, originating from the golden fruit in his hand.
The fruit transformed into a golden glow.
Now, the truth dawned on them: ascending the floating chairs hinged on possessing a golden fruit, not any other means.
Realizing this, many shot resentful glances at the Blood-devouring Demon Clan, cursing their cunning.
The Demon Clan had known the truth but withheld it, luring others to try and fail, causing injuries and even death.
Yet they only dared curse silently. After witnessing the Blood-devouring Demon Clan Patriarch’s ferocity, none dared provoke him further.
“Let the Chu Heavenly Clan cultivate as well,” came a sudden voice—the Chu Heavenly Clan Patriarch.
His face remained grim, tears still glinting in his eyes, betraying his deep sorrow.
Yet he stood, and after speaking, he leapt toward a stone chair.
Many had anticipated this move.
After all, they’d witnessed the Chu Heavenly Clan Patriarch earn his golden fruit through his own prowess.
As expected, with the golden fruit, he effortlessly ascended the chair, sat cross-legged, and began cultivating.
Seeing this, other Chu Heavenly Clan members sat down, closed their eyes, and formed hand seals, channeling their cultivation techniques to absorb the hall’s heaven-and-earth energy.
But what no one expected followed.
As most had abandoned hope of claiming the stone chairs, Li Ruochu and Kong Tianhui leapt toward them.
This stunned the crowd.
The Blood-devouring Demon Clan’s success was understandable—they knew the Void Divine Tree and had amassed many golden fruits.
The Chu Heavenly Clan Patriarch and Dantai Yinjian, both peak Venerables, securing golden fruits was within reason.
But Li Ruochu and Kong Tianhui? Their strength was notably weaker.
Surprising as it was, upon reflection, it made sense.
Though not on par with Dantai Yinjian, among the younger generation, Li Ruochu and Kong Tianhui were top-tier talents, their abilities widely acknowledged.
Their possession of golden fruits not only proved their skill but also their great fortune.
Still, it sparked envy. Everyone in the hall coveted such a cultivation opportunity.
But reality was harsh. Unable to ascend the chairs, they could only cultivate on the ground, sharing the hall’s heaven-and-earth energy, each using their own methods, avoiding conflict.
Yet, soon, the hall underwent a change.
Light orbs, like fireflies, began appearing sporadically out of nowhere.
People discovered that swallowing these orbs granted vast amounts of heaven-and-earth energy and even a chance to comprehend the secrets of martial cultivation.
This ignited their greed!
