250: Chapter 250 Powerless

"Fellow Daoist Hu, you and I have a fated connection in this Secret Realm. I will gift this Grade 5 Vermilion Fruit to you; no need to thank me." Ye Yisong specially looked after Hu Yuanzhao, tossing a Vermilion Fruit directly in front of him and saying generously.

He tossed the other one in the direction of those few Loose Cultivators.

Before leaving, Ye Yisong looked back from afar and discovered a mound in the center of the group, where a Grade 5 Condensation Herb was growing prominently. Beside it, an Earth-Expanding Elephant had been torn limb from limb, dead as could be.

Including the two Grade 5 Vermilion Fruits he had tossed out, there were a total of three Grade 5 precious herbs in this location.

The five beasts behind him surely wouldn't keep chasing him relentlessly now, right?

The Wu Family, Hu Family, Lihuo Sect, and a few Loose Cultivator Martial Artists had just sensed four or five violent auras rapidly approaching them, not knowing what had happened.

In the blink of an eye, a youth in white suddenly appeared. He seemed to be acquainted with Hu Yuanzhao, which made the others grow a bit more vigilant and keep some distance from Hu Yuanzhao.

Before they could react, two Grade 5 Vermilion Fruits inexplicably appeared on the scene. One landed directly in Hu Yuanzhao's hand, while the other hovered before the three Loose Cultivators. Their breathing grew noticeably heavier, and the tension escalated, ready to erupt at any moment.

Before they could divide the spoils, five violent auras rushed to the scene.

A tiger, a leopard, and a bull on the ground, and an eagle and a crow in the sky, all stared covetously at the two Vermilion Fruits and the mature Condensation Herb before them.

"Screech!"

The eagle shrieked at the top of its lungs, withdrew its gaze from the ground, and chased after the fleeing Ye Yisong.

Once the eagle left, everyone on the ground, whether Martial Artist or Yao Beast, felt a weight lift from their hearts.

The other four beasts were manageable, but the eagle's might was truly too overwhelming, pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe. In such an open area, a moment of carelessness could make them a soul under its claws.

"This is mine!"

Hermit Hanjiang's fifth Disciple, Wen Rang, arrogantly reached out to seize the Vermilion Fruit before him. The two people nearby didn't indulge him in the slightest; a sword gleam and a fist shadow struck from both sides.

Compared to their own path of the Dao, let alone Wen Rang, even if Hermit Hanjiang himself came, they would still dare to reach out and grab a share in the shadows.

"You are courting death!"

Wen Rang roared, not expecting that these people would actually dare to betray him.

"Ice Qi Condensation Shield!"

Wen Rang unleashed Hermit Hanjiang's unique technique, forming a transparent crystal protective shield around his body, attempting to take the attacks from the two behind him head-on.

"Break!"

But fate was not on his side. Yan Xing, a True Disciple of the Lihuo Sect who was closer to the three, slashed out a scorching sword gleam, directly shattering Wen Rang's protective shield, forcing him to halt his advance and turn back to defend against the two's attacks.

"Whoosh!"

On the other hand, Hu Yuanzhao chuckled as he tucked the Vermilion Fruit in his hand into his Storage Pouch and unhurriedly fired a gathering signal flare.

Instead of aimlessly searching the inner layer for Grade 5 precious herbs for a Breakthrough in cultivation, it was better to come here and help him seize the remaining Condensation Herb and Vermilion Fruit.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Following Hu Yuanzhao, Wu Zhicheng and Yan Xing also fired signal flares. The expressions of the other three Loose Cultivators grew even darker, turning completely grim.

A Loose Cultivator is, after all, just a Loose Cultivator. Even someone as strong as Hermit Hanjiang could not compare in foundation to the various great Martial Dao families and sects.

With the firing of the three signal flares, the scene became increasingly chaotic.

Six Late Stage Martial Ancestor Martial Artists and four Late Stage Grade 4 Yao Beasts gathered in one place, making the Spiritual Qi here grow a bit more scorching.

Sword gleams, fist shadows, tiger roars, wind blades, fireballs, and sonic booms covered the entire sky and earth.

Hu Yuanzhao, who had gained the advantage and was still acting innocent, received the most attacks; the several pitch-black holes on his dharma robe were particularly conspicuous.

"Fellow Daoists, let us join forces for now to deal with these beasts, then we can discuss the ownership of these three precious herbs." After a quarter of an hour of chaotic fighting, the Lihuo Sect True Disciple Yan Xing proposed.

The four Yao Beasts had thick skin and tough flesh, and the group's ordinary attacks could not cause them any damage at all.

During the chaotic battle, the Blood Shadow Leopard and the Mist-Head Crow had several times nearly swallowed the Vermilion Fruit hovering in mid-air.

If things continued like this, they would likely end up working for the benefit of these beasts, and it was hard to say if even the original Condensation Herb could be protected.

"Agreed."

Wu Zhicheng was the first to agree; these Yao Beasts gave him an equally uncomfortable feeling.

Hu Yuanzhao, Wen Rang, and the two Loose Cultivators who had been wandering on the edge all agreed.

"I will take this Howling Mountain Tiger." Seeing that everyone had agreed, Yan Xing brandished his long sword and actively engaged the Howling Mountain Tiger, blocking it several miles away from the Vermilion Fruit.

"I will deal with the Iron Fire Savage Bull." Wu Zhicheng slashed his sword at the bull's leg, forcing it back several hundred meters.

"Leave the Blood Shadow Leopard to the three of us." Wen Rang exchanged glances with the other two Loose Cultivators and chose the Blood Shadow Leopard.

As for the Mist-Head Crow circling in the sky, it was left to Hu Yuanzhao—it had to be left to Hu Yuanzhao, otherwise, this Alliance would disintegrate in an instant.

Flying Yao Beasts are inherently difficult to deal with; even if a Martial Ancestor expert can fly in the Void Realm, it is easy to fall into a disadvantage.

The main reason was that the Mist-Head Crow was the furthest from the precious herbs. Although the group had joined forces temporarily, no one wanted to be too far from the precious herbs to avoid complications.

But Hu Yuanzhao was different; he had already gained a great benefit. After weighing the pros and cons, Hu Yuanzhao stepped into the Void Realm, slashed his sword through the air, and several fire gleams poured out.

Once his clansmen arrived to support him, everything would belong to the Hu Family.

...

After Ye Yisong avoided the direction of the Condensation Herb and escaped the group's line of sight, he hadn't fully relaxed before the Long-backed Eagle behind him caught up.

"This beast can't count! Ignoring the three Grade 5 precious herbs to chase after me, what for?"

"Screech!"

With an eagle striking the vast sky, the Long-backed Eagle, like an arrow released from a string, dove toward Ye Yisong, who was sprinting on the ground.

After leaving the dense forest, on this completely unshielded plain, Ye Yisong could no longer hide his body. Like a little chick, he was slammed onto the ground by the Long-backed Eagle, tumbling clumsily several times.

"You evil beast, you really don't take me, your master, seriously!" Ye Yisong pulled out his precious bow, slung it over his back, and held nine arrows, ready but not released, pointing them from afar at the eagle's beak.

The Long-backed Eagle cast a wary glance at the precious bow in Ye Yisong's hand, shrieked, and then launched a new round of attacks.

Seeing the Long-backed Eagle pounce, Ye Yisong did not rush to shoot the arrows in his hand. Instead, he drew the precious bow to its limit, and only when the eagle was less than thirty meters away did he release the arrows that had been charged for a long time.

The Long-backed Eagle seemed to have been prepared; it stopped abruptly in the air, its body twisted in an uncanny five-hundred-and-forty-degree turn, dodging seven of the arrows. Only two struck its eagle back, but they merely sparked, failing to cause it any significant damage.

Before Ye Yisong could fire a second round of arrows, a massive force struck from behind. The Long-backed Eagle's beak slammed into Ye Yisong's back, sending him flying and dropping him into the valley below.