318: Chapter 317 The Divine Medicine Garden Opens, Attracting Gatherings from All Sides

Crossing the area blocked by Juexin, the path ahead suddenly widened, revealing a massive gourd-shaped valley.

The valley was shrouded in a layer of colorful Restriction light curtains; inside, thousands of auspicious rays and ten thousand beams of rosy light appeared as if real Dragons and colorful Phoenixes were circling within.

Even through the thick Restriction, one could smell the medicinal fragrance that made the Soul tremble and pores relax.

Inside grew various ancient Divine Medicines long extinct in the outside world: the crystal-clear Nine-Curve Spirit Ginseng, the burning Phoenix Undying Grass, the dragon-shaped Dragon Blood Divine Wood, and that legendary Enlightenment Tea Tree that could allow one to attain Dao on the spot...

Every single one, if taken outside, could cause bloody storms in the Immortal Realm, or even make Immortal Kings fight tooth and nail.

This was one of the core areas of the God-Demon Secret Realm—the Ancient Divine Medicine Garden!

At this moment, hundreds of Cultivators had already gathered outside the valley, a dense, dark mass.

They were clearly divided into several factions, their Aura clashing with each other, swords drawn and bows bent.

In the far east was a group of Cultivators with long swords on their backs and flowing white robes, their Sword Qi piercing the sky and slicing through the Void Realm. The leader was a cold-faced youth named Sword Dust. He was the chief Disciple of the "Ten Thousand Sword Sect," said to have natural Sword Bones, his Sword Intent already reaching the Transcendent level.

In the far west was a group of burly men wreathed in Demonic Qi, with various appearances. Some had tiger heads, others had wings on their backs. The leader was a sturdy, tiger-backed man with the character "King" on his forehead, the Young Lord of the "Yao God Palace," with the White Tiger Bloodline.

In the far south was a group of Cultivators in black robes, filled with Yin Qi, with ghosts looming around them. The leader was the Young Lord of the "Yellow Springs Demon Sect," his face pale, fingers long like ghost claws, and eyes sinister.

Besides these three top factions, many Loose Cultivators wandered nearby, their eyes greedy, attempting to fish in troubled waters.

"The Restriction of this Divine Medicine Garden is about to dissipate."

Sword Dust stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping across the scene like blades, saying coldly, "According to past rules, when the Divine Medicine Garden opens, the strong occupy it. Our Ten Thousand Sword Sect has contributed the most this time, so we want forty percent of the Divine Medicines inside."

"Bullshit!"

The Young Lord of the Yao God Palace roared like thunder, "Why should you get forty percent? Do you think our Yao Race are vegetarians? This is the God-Demon Secret Realm; fists are the only truth! We want half!"

"Hehehe..."

The Yellow Springs Young Lord let out a sinister laugh that made one's scalp tingle, "Half? Aren't you afraid of choking? In this Young Lord's opinion, everyone depends on their own ability. Whoever grabs it, keeps it. However, some hypocrites who claim to be of the Righteous Path had better be careful about being stabbed in the back."

The three major factions refused to yield, their terrifying Aura colliding in the air, triggering peals of thunder. The surrounding Loose Cultivators were terrified, trembling and retreating repeatedly.

Just as the three factions were arguing and about to make a move.

"Make way! Let me through! The scrap collector is here! Purchasing used Divine Medicines, broken legs, and broken arms at high prices!"

An extremely discordant, marketplace-sounding voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Everyone paused and turned their heads.

They saw a youth in white, riding a demonic wolf that looked a bit cowardly, with a rat squatting on his shoulder and a child spinning a Universe Ring beside him, walking over swaggeringly.

He completely ignored the heavy atmosphere that could crush a True Immortal, just like he was strolling through his own vegetable garden, walking straight through several Cultivators who were blocking his way, and arrived at the very front of the Restriction light curtain.

He pressed his face against the light curtain, eyes wide as he looked inside, drool almost dripping out.

"Oh my goodness! I'm rich, I'm rich!"

Lin Feng counted as he looked, "That's the 'Enlightenment Tea Tree,' right? Dig it up and plant it in the backyard, I'll drink tea every day from now on! And that's the 'Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Grass'? Perfect for soaking in wine for Liu Ming, good for vitality and kidney health! That tree looks good, chop it down and it'll definitely make a comfortable bed board!"

The whole place was stunned.

Who is this person? How is he even more arrogant than that Yellow Springs Young Lord? And the way he looks at the Divine Medicines, why is it like he's looking at cabbages?

"Hey! You, the one riding the dog!"

Sword Dust frowned, a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and shouted coldly, "Which Sect are you from? Don't you know the rules? This is a place for the three major factions to discuss matters; idle people, get to the back and line up!"

Lin Feng paused, slowly turned around, and pointed at himself with a look of surprise: "Are you talking to me?"

"Nonsense! Who else here is riding a dog besides you?"

Lin Feng patted the demonic wolf under him: "Did you hear that? He said you're a dog. I'm embarrassed for you."

The demonic wolf whimpered aggrievedly: I am a wolf! I am a noble Bloodthirsty Demon Wolf! But under this big shot, I'm willing to be a dog!

Lin Feng jumped off the wolf's back, walked to the open space in the middle of the crowd, cleared his throat, and adjusted his hairstyle.

"Since you asked sincerely, I'll tell you out of kindness."

"The rules here have changed."

Lin Feng took out a rotten wooden board he had prepared from his bosom, with the words "Lin's Private Garden, Vicious Dog Inside" written crookedly in blood (whose blood, no one knew).

Then, with a "slap," he slammed the wooden board into the ground.

"From now on, this garden belongs to the Lin family."

Lin Feng put his hands on his hips, scanned the audience, with that usual punchable smile on his face, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching every person's ears:

"Regardless of whether you are the three major factions or some Loose Cultivators, there are only two choices now."

"First, turn around and get lost."

"Second, leave your storage rings as an entrance fee, and I might consider letting you smell the scent from the outside."

Having said this, Lin Feng's eyes sharpened, his dominance leaking out:

"I've finished speaking. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

Silence.

Dead silence.

Everyone looked at Lin Feng as if he were a lunatic.

One person, facing three top factions plus hundreds of Prodigies, daring to say such things? This isn't being crazy, this is courting death! This is having lived too long!

"Did this kid take the wrong medicine earlier? Or did he mess up his brain practicing and getting Qi Deviation?"

"Surname Lin? Could it be that..."

Just then, several Heavenly Court Disciples whom Lin Feng had robbed before mingled in the crowd, saw Lin Feng's face, and immediately screamed in terror: "Everyone be careful! He is Lin Feng! That big Devil Head! That pervert! He specializes in stripping people's underwear! Don't let him get close!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place was in an uproar.

The crowd that was originally watching the show suddenly had greedy eyes.

"So it's you! The number one on the wanted list, Lin Feng!"

A glint flashed in Sword Dust's eyes, his long sword suddenly unsheathed, the sword ringing moving the Nine Heavens, "Perfect, take your head, then go divide the Divine Medicine! Your head is worth fifty million Immortal Crystals!"

"Kill him!"

The Yellow Springs Young Lord acted directly, waving his hand, and a pitch-black hundred-foot ghost claw with shrill howls grabbed at Lin Feng, "This Physical Body is not bad, I want to refine it into a corpse puppet!"

"Roar!"

The Young Lord of the Yao God Palace was not to be outdone, transforming into a giant White Tiger Dharmic Image, rushing over with a bloody wind, "I want to eat his heart and liver!"

For a moment, the leaders of the three major factions actually attacked Lin Feng simultaneously with tacit understanding!

Even the surrounding Loose Cultivators sacrificed their Magic Treasures, wanting to get a piece of the pie.

Hundreds of attacks, like a colorful meteor shower, covered the sky and smashed toward that lonely figure in white!