47: Chapter 47 Tiger Blood Vermilion Fruit

Wu Li glanced at her speechlessly, his wings fluttering slightly. "Whether you can get it or not, we'll still have to face a wave of that Lord whatever's people."

"After all, there are still three days until the fifteenth of the month."

Su Wanyue's expression changed slightly, knowing this was true. Lord Tunming had already discovered her, and three days was more than enough time for him to send people over.

Since it has come to this, they might as well face it calmly.

Wu Li, on the other hand, calmed down at this moment. After all, even if it was Lord Tunming, who posed the greatest threat, as long as Wu Li was given a little time to prepare, it wasn't impossible to... trade a few blows...

It was just that there was no need to take such a big risk right now.

"We'll hold off the first wave. Three days from now, on the night of the full moon, you can enter the Secret Realm."

Su Wanyue nodded and floated down from the tombstone, her crimson bridal gown fluttering in the moonlight. "Then it's a deal. In three days, come here to find me."

Instead of replying immediately, Wu Li looked around the Mass Grave, his gaze falling on the eight dimmed spiritual energy nodes surrounding it.

Spreading his wings, he flew over and landed next to one of the nodes, his tiny black eyes carefully examining the runic traces on the ground.

Su Wanyue floated over, hovering behind Wu Li, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Wu Li took a couple of looks and nudged the runic traces with his claw. A hint of surprise colored his raspy voice. "The Formation's Foundation is still intact. This can still be used."

Su Wanyue's eyes widened slightly, and she quickly reacted, shifting her tone. "Do you want to use these..."

"Wait, no..."

She paused, the confusion in her eyes turning into astonishment.

"You actually know Formations?"

Without looking back, Wu Li continued to examine the runic traces on the ground, his voice flat. "A little."

"Although that old bastard wasn't much of a person, his Formation layout is quite solid."

"All eight nodes are here. Although the runes have dimmed, they aren't damaged. As long as we reinject spiritual energy, the Formation can be reactivated."

Su Wanyue floated to Wu Li's side and looked down at the runes on the ground, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Having stayed in this Mass Grave for who knew how many years, she detested this Formation to her very bones, yet she had never thought it could be turned around and utilized.

"You want to use it to deal with Lord Tunming's people?"

Su Wanyue asked.

"Yeah, let's give it a try."

Wu Li nodded, flew up from the node, and landed on a stone pillar. Sweeping his gaze across the entire Mass Grave, he was already calculating the layout and utilization of the Formation in his mind.

This Formation was originally designed specifically to suppress ghosts, which happened to be effective against the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals under Lord Tunming.

If it could be set up in advance, activating the Formation when they arrived would be of no small help.

"One last question."

Squatting on the stone pillar, Wu Li asked, "Do you know if there are any spiritual fruits in Taiyue Mountain that can be easily harvested?"

After a brief moment.

Su Wanyue nodded. "There is one place."

Wu Li's eyes lit up.

"But there is a Vicious Beast guarding it, so it's a bit dangerous."

Wu Li asked, "A Vicious Beast?"

"Yes, a biao," Su Wanyue replied.

"And it's a biao?"

"Did you not understand my question?"

Wu Li tilted his head.

For the first time, he felt that communicating with a woman was so exhausting...

"Don't be so impatient."

"A tiger gives birth to three cubs, and one is bound to be a biao."

"That biao has a Vicious Beast Bloodline in its body, with extremely strong combat power, but it has no intelligence whatsoever and only knows slaughter."

Vicious Beasts are different from Yao Beasts. Yao Beasts can absorb the natural essence of heaven and earth to Cultivate, open their spiritual wisdom, and embark on the path of cultivation. Although Vicious Beasts possess great combat power, their intelligence remains unopened, and they can only ever act on instinct.

"Here, half of the Yao Beasts in Taiyue Mountain know that within that biao's lair, there is a tiger blood vermilion fruit tree."

"That fruit matures once every hundred years. It is crimson all over with golden patterns on its skin. Consuming it can greatly strengthen the Physical Body and even awaken a trace of Vicious Beast power."

"It's just that the Tiger Biao is extremely formidable. Furthermore, the entire Tiger Valley is like the neck of a bottle—easy to enter but hard to leave—as if it were a hunting ground set up specifically for that Tiger Biao."

"Oh right, it also possesses an innate Divine Ability, so currently, no Yao Beast in the entire outer region dares to go there, while the Yao Kings in the deep depths look down on such a thing."

The air fell silent...

"And?"

"You want me to go and fight him head-on?"

Wu Li tilted his head, looking at Su Wanyue with a dark face.

Su Wanyue put her hands on her hips. "Let me finish!"

"But what they don't know is that because of its mental issues, that biao falls into a deep sleep for fifteen minutes every day at noon."

"During those fifteen minutes, as long as you don't disturb it, sneaking in to pluck a few fruits is not a problem."

Su Wanyue finished speaking, but Wu Li was still a bit uneasy and continued to ask. After all, this woman always gave him an unreliable vibe.

"What is that biao's cultivation level?"

"It's said to be below Rank Two, but its combat power is comparable to Rank Two."

Su Wanyue recalled.

"I see. Where is its lair?"

"In a hidden valley on the eastern foothills of Taiyue Mountain. Just keep flying and you'll see it; it's not hard to find."

Wu Li nodded without saying anything, then looked up at the sky.

"It's almost dawn. That Lord whatever's people probably won't come at this hour, so there's enough time. Go back first, and I'll prepare the Formation."

"Once the sun comes up, leave this place to me."

Wu Li turned to Su Wanyue and said.

Su Wanyue hesitated, looked at the eight dimmed spiritual energy nodes around the Mass Grave, then at Wu Li, and finally nodded.

She floated back into the depths of the Mass Grave, disappearing among the grave mounds.

Wu Li leaped from the stone pillar, flew back to the Stone Forest, and descended into the depths of the Limestone Cave.

By the pool of water.

The barrier of the Spirit Gathering Array was still slowly operating. The orb at the center of the Formation Plate had already accumulated nearly half a pool of spiritual liquid, the light green liquid sloshing slightly inside the orb, emitting a rich Spiritual Qi.

Wu Li extended his right claw and lightly tapped the orb, drawing out a wisp of spiritual liquid, wrapping it in Demon Power, and suspending it in his palm.

There wasn't much spiritual liquid, only about a dozen drops.

Wu Li took eight drops, which was enough for the upcoming setup.

Then, Wu Li spread his wings again and returned to the Mass Grave.

At this moment.

Wu Li glanced at the time.

Dawn was just breaking, and a fish-belly white light was already appearing on the eastern horizon. The grayish-black Death Qi slowly dissipated in the morning light.

"Perfect timing!"

Wu Li landed next to the old man's corpse, looking down at the body bleeding from its seven orifices.

The old man's eyes were still wide and round, his pupils dilated, his mouth agape, his face filled with terror and resentment.

There was no pity in Wu Li's tiny black eyes, only an almost cold calm.

"Let's see what he has first."

Wu Li's gaze swept over the old man's corpse and landed on a grayish-brown cloth pouch hanging from his waist.

The pouch was only the size of a palm and had a rough surface, looking nothing out of the ordinary, but Wu Li's pupils contracted slightly.

Storage Pouch.

An independent space opened up with spiritual energy, used to store items.

This kind of thing was not uncommon among Human Race Cultivators, but it was extremely rare among Yao Beasts.

Wu Li extended his right claw and ripped the Storage Pouch from the old man's waist.

The Storage Pouch felt feather-light in his hand, as if it contained nothing, but when Wu Li probed his Demon Power into it, he immediately sensed a space of about three feet square.

The space was completely empty, save for a few Low-Grade Spirit Stones, two bottles of Medicinal Pills, and a yellowed Talisman, with nothing of much value.

"Poor bastard."

Wu Li cursed in a low voice, but still put the Storage Pouch away.

Wu Li's gaze continued to scan the old man's body, finally landing on the bronze bell by his right hand.

The bronze bell was palm-sized, bronze all over, with its surface densely carved with runes, reflecting a dim luster in the morning light. Wu Li nudged the bronze bell with his claw.

"I can keep this for now."

Having done all this.

Only then did Wu Li extend his right claw and press it against the old man's chest. Silently reciting the mnemonic of the Blood Eye Pagoda Sutra in his heart, his Demon Power transformed into streaks of bloody light, surging into the old man's body through his claw.

"Using blood as a guide, condense the essence and gather the brilliance."

Wu Li gave a low shout. The bloody light circulated within the old man's body, forcing the remaining essence blood out of his limbs and bones to gather at his heart.

After a moment.

Three drops of dark red essence blood slowly floated out from the old man's chest, hovering in mid-air. Each drop was the size of a thumb, crystal clear, and emitting a rich blood Qi and Spiritual Qi.

The essence blood of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was also a minor supplement for Wu Li, but more importantly, these three drops of essence blood contained part of the old man's spiritual energy, which could be used to reinforce the Formation's seals.

Wu Li wrapped the three drops of essence blood with Demon Power, suspending them in his palm, and then took out the spiritual liquid before looking up at the sun.