From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 122: Chapter 120: Two Fruits (Additional)_1

As a surging evil aura filled the air around them, Lin Bozhong's brows furrowed tightly.

It felt like an illusion, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones lay before him.

The young master had always been studying at school and had only recently come into contact with cultivation; he couldn't possibly have killed anyone. Even if he had killed someone, how many people would he have to kill to possess such a strong aura?

Lin Bozhong spoke, "Young master, have you recently been... in your cultivation practice?"

"I'm fine," Fang Ren interrupted him.

"I'm just worried that cultivating with any extreme emotions might lead to mistakes," Lin Bozhong said.

Fang Ren didn't pick up the topic and instead asked, "Have you noticed anything strange recently?"

"Strange occurrences?" Lin Bozhong frowned. "If you mention strange occurrences, there really is one. Not long ago, I sensed a very subtle aura, similar to that of a void beast. The presence was too far away; I wasn't completely sure. It appeared during the Double Seventh and vanished after about half an hour. I didn't dare venture far from the young master, so I didn't go to investigate."

"Can you estimate how far away this aura was?" Fang Ren asked.

"I can't. I'm only at the Blue Sky Realm; my divine sense's range is still too weak."

Fang Ren glanced into the distance. It seemed like a battle between the Indra Sky and the Nightfall Organization could break out at any moment. It was also time to prepare.

"When you have time, help me buy some medicinal ingredients that we can't get around here," Fang Ren said.

"Young master, you may simply command me."

"Good, I'll tell you the names of several medicinal gods: Qi Ding Hui, Phoenix Blood Flower..."

Listening to the medicinal ingredients he mentioned, Lin Bozhong's expression turned blank. "Young master, these ingredients don't seem to match, and some of them aren't even medicinal herbs; they're poisons."

"You don't need to worry about that, just help me buy them," Fang Ren dismissed.

"Yes."

...

After Lin Bozhong left, Fang Ren returned to the classroom and pulled out little Qianye, who was still asleep and seemed to be not in the best of spirits recently.

"Last time you told me Liu Qianqian has a Sacred Body of Return to Origin. How should one with that physique cultivate?" Fang Ren asked.

Since he decided to help Liu Qianqian, he would do it thoroughly. If she ultimately couldn't cultivate, the Liu Family would surely still force her to marry someone she didn't like.

"Hei ha?"

Little Qianye rubbed his eyes and smack-smacked his way up to the table, extending a grey branch from his head and inscribing a row of characters on the table.

After reading the characters, Fang Ren frowned. They simply repeated what had been said before about cultivating with nature's spiritual energy and not breaking one's body.

"I mean, how can she start cultivating?" Fang Ren flicked its little rear end with his hand.

"Hei ha, hei ha."

Sitting on the table, little Qianye thought for a moment, then patted the grey halo on top of its head with its two spherical arms, beginning to chirp and chatter unintelligibly.

"If you can inscribe, cut the chatter," Fang Ren said, his head lined with frustration.

Little Qianye showed a helpless expression, shook its head, and finally extended a branch to inscribe two characters on the table: Fruit.

Fang Ren paused, "Are you saying that in order for the Sacred Body of Return to Origin to begin cultivation, one must consume a specific fruit?"

"Hei ha~"

Little Qianye shook its head and added a few more characters: Eating fruit is simple.

"Where does this fruit come from?"

"Hey ha..."

Little Qianye looked at him with a wronged expression, endlessly babbling "hey ha hey ha," though its intent was unclear.

But Fang Ren didn't care anymore. Hearing that all above were opportunities, why hesitate?

Buzz—

Fang Ren flew straight to another branch and yanked at a colorful fruit.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Seeing him like this, Little Qianye instantly sprang up, chirping anxiously non-stop.

Fang Ren ignored it. As he detached the fruit from the branch, the colorful light surrounding it instantly dissipated.

A white fruit, twinkling with specks of light, appeared in Fang Ren's hand. It looked like a mango, but it had many hollow spots.

Fang Ren didn't have time to scrutinize it and turned to fly to another branch.

Whoosh—

But just as he turned his head, he suddenly saw countless colored fruits on the many branches above turn into specks of light and gently drift into the endless darkness.

For a moment, the entire sky was covered in a multicolored flowing light, which disappeared into the darkness after only five or six seconds.

At the tip of each branch where fruit had been, there was no sign of them anymore; only a tiny speck of light remained, resembling a newly-formed young fruit.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Little Qianye sat in his palm, angry and babbling incessantly.

"What's going on here?" Fang Ren frowned.

Little Qianye extended a branch over its head and carved a row of words on the tree trunk beside it: One realm, one fruit.

Fang Ren asked, "Does that mean for every realm I break through, this tree will bear fruits, and then I can only pick one from the many?"

"Hey ha!" Little Qianye nodded.

Fang Ren frowned again, "But I've only picked two so far. Gathering Qi, Solidifying Spirit, Yuanxin—I've broken through three realms."

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Little Qianye quickly carved a few words next to it: Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat.

That's when Fang Ren remembered that the first time, Little Qianye helped him pick one; the Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat were also included in his breakthroughs.

"So you mean I can pick any one I like? Then what was all that fuss about just now?" Fang Ren said.

Little Qianye shook its head and carved a few more words: Choose carefully.

"How can I be careful? I don't know what they do before I pick them, and even now, I don't know what these two I have are for," Fang Ren said, waving his hand dismissively.

Little Qianye frustratedly carved a few more words on the trunk: As the master's cultivation rapidly advances, the Red Fruit is necessary.

Fang Ren stood stunned for a moment, unprepared for this attribute of the fruit.

His face twisted in regret as he looked at the white fruit in his hand, wishing he had paid more attention to the little guy's chatter.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Little Qianye carved a few more words: Opportunity is predestined; no need for regret.

Fang Ren fell silent for a while and then nodded. If it was a matter of opportunity, then maybe the white fruit was destined to be his, sooner or later.