51: Chapter 51: Retrieving the treasure is auspicious!

The fruit entered his stomach.

A violent force exploded within his body.

That force was not as gentle as Spiritual Qi; instead, it was like a ball of fire compressed to the extreme, rushing from his stomach into his limbs and bones, scorching every inch of his muscles.

Wu Li's body shuddered violently, his feathers flared, and a faint layer of blood-colored light suffused his entire body.

"Not bad."

The Blood Eye Pagoda Sutra ran frantically within his body, and blood-colored scriptures emerged from beneath his feathers, circling his body and refining that violent force bit by bit.

The power surged into his Yao Beast body...

As time passed.

That force circulated within his body for who knows how many cycles before it was finally completely refined.

Wu Li opened his eyes and looked down at himself.

His feathers were glossier, shimmering with a cold, metallic luster, his claws were sharper, and his body felt much lighter, as if he had cast off an invisible shackle.

He tried flapping his wings, and the airflow whipped up a gust of wind in the Limestone Cave. Even when channeling his Demon Power, Wu Li could now slash out wind blades with his wings, which could be considered an additional means of dealing with enemies.

His cultivation had also improved a little, though not yet to the Middle Stage of the second rank.

Wu Li made an estimation.

A single tiger blood vermilion fruit had a clear strengthening effect on his Physical Body, but its boost to his cultivation was limited.

Based on this effect, even eating all five would not be enough to reach the Middle Stage of the second rank.

"It's not a loss, though."

Wu Li murmured softly, casting his gaze upon the remaining five vermilion fruits.

Wu Li crouched on the bluestone, nudged one tiger blood vermilion fruit in front of him, and pressed down with his right claw.

He took a deep breath, and Demon Power surged into the vermilion fruit. A faint layer of golden light appeared on the surface of the crimson fruit, and the patterns on the fruit skin seemed to come alive, flowing slowly.

"Seek good fortune and avoid calamity, peer into Karma and explore the fruit."

Wu Li let out a low shout. The vermilion fruit shuddered violently, blood-colored light surged, and it turned into a puff of crimson ash that drifted down from between his claws.

At the same time, three semi-blurred pieces of information flooded into his mind, as if separated by a thin veil; he could see the outlines, but not clearly.

[ Medium Ominous: The matter of the Spirit Child, blood-colored light is about to rise... ]

[ Lesser Ominous: Under the command of the Prefect, arriving in three days, the visitor is good at hiding... ]

[ Lesser Ominous: There is treasure in the Secret Realm... ]

Wu Li, "???"

"Damn it."

"There's a middleman profiting from the price difference!"

"I spent a tiger blood vermilion fruit and this is all you tell me?"

Wu Li had encountered this situation in his past life.

Whenever the matter he sought was too significant and had too many repercussions, and the sacrifice was insufficient, the information would be extremely blurred. It was like using three dollars worth of incense to ask the God of Wealth to handle a multi-million dollar affair.

The Karma was too unbalanced.

"It seems this matter is a bit complicated."

Wu Li's brow furrowed.

"One is not enough; I have to add more."

Wu Li gritted his teeth, pulled out three more tiger blood vermilion fruits from his side, and pressed them under his claw.

"Go!"

"Seek good fortune and avoid calamity, peer into Karma and explore the fruit!"

The three vermilion fruits exploded simultaneously, turning into a puff of crimson ash that dissipated into the air. At the same time, three clear pieces of information appeared in Wu Li's mind as if carved by a knife.

[ Medium Ominous: Observe from afar ]

[ Spiritual light gathers in the southeast, the Spirit Child descends into the world, becoming the target of public criticism. In seven days, the Human Race Cultivators will all move, while the Yao Race knows very little. Qingshi Town is as chaotic as a boiling cauldron. You are alone and it is difficult to disrupt the situation; you should observe from afar, do not touch the Karma, and wait quietly for the changes. ]

[ Lesser Ominous: Yin Spirit Qi comes from the belly of the mountain. The Prefect has sent an envoy who will arrive tonight. His name is Ghost General Ying Ci, he is good at hiding his form and concealing his tracks, and is at the Middle Stage of the Yin Spirit realm, specializing in assassination. You need to use Yang to overcome Yin, borrow the power of the sun's essence to trap him in a Formation. If you let him escape and the Prefect comes in person, then the disaster will be unavoidable and escalate to Great Ominous. ]

[ Lesser Ominous: The Su family enters the Secret Realm, taking fruits from the outside, with meager gains. If one goes a hundred feet deep, crossing rotting corpses and passing withered bones, one can see a stone platform. The stone platform has danger, but also treasure. You need to take precautions in advance; retrieving the treasure and leaving is a Medium Auspicious omen. ]

Wu Li retracted his Blood Pupil, crouched on the bluestone, and looked at the ash falling from between his claws, silent for a moment.

These three pieces of information were finally received by Wu Li.

"This information was worth trading three vermilion fruits for."

Wu Li crouched on the bluestone, chewing over these three divination results in his mind, his bean-sized black pupils flashing with brilliance.

Regarding the Spirit Child, the Human Race Cultivators will gather in Qingshi Town in seven days, while the Yao Race here knows very little.

This means the Human Race's information blockade is too effective; most of the Yao Beasts in the mountains do not yet know about this.

He is alone and weak, making it difficult to disrupt the situation...

But what if he muddied the waters?

If the news was released, Wu Li did not believe the Yao Race in the mountains would remain unmoved.

Thinking of this.

The corners of Wu Li's mouth lifted slightly.

He spread his wings, flew out of the Limestone Cave, and landed on a stone pillar on the outer edge of the Stone Forest.

Black Feather was crouching on top of a stone pillar not far away, vigilantly scanning the surroundings. Wu Li let out a low crow, and Black Feather immediately flew over, landed in front of Wu Li, and lowered his head respectfully.

"Old Ancestor, what are your instructions?"

"Go, call the Gray Rat Spirit here."

Black Feather accepted the order and turned to fly away.

A moment later, the Gray Rat Spirit crawled out from a burrow at the foot of the stone pillar. His grayish-brown fur was still stained with soil, and his small eyes darted about. He trotted all the way to Wu Li, bent down, and assumed a submissive posture.

"Old Ancestor, did you call for me?"

Wu Li looked down at the Gray Rat Spirit, his voice hoarse and calm: "I have a task for you."

The Gray Rat Spirit's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Old Ancestor, please give your command. This small one will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"It concerns the Spirit Child in Qingshi Town. You and your descendants are to spread the news as widely as possible."

The Gray Rat Spirit's small eyes darted around a few times, and then he revealed a cunning smile: "Old Ancestor, are you trying to muddy the waters?"

Wu Li did not answer, merely waving his wings.

The Gray Rat Spirit understood immediately and nodded hurriedly: "Rest assured, Old Ancestor, this small one will get it done right away! I don't have many skills, but spreading news is my specialty."

After speaking, he turned around and scurried away.

A moment later.

Rustling sounds came from the depths of the burrow where the Gray Rat Spirit lived, and countless grayish-brown rats poured out of the cave, scattering in all directions.

Wu Li watched the swarm of rats disappear into the Stone Forest, retracted his gaze, and turned toward the direction of the Mass Grave.

"And over here..."

"Originally, I intended to just muddle through with a Formation, figuring that would count as me doing my part."

Wu Li murmured softly, "But looking at it now, this Su Wanyue is actually quite useful."

"I wonder what the treasure on that stone platform really is..."

"Medium Auspicious..."

"That is no small matter!"

Thinking of this.

Wu Li spread his wings and flew toward the Mass Grave.

The night was as dark as ink.

The Mass Grave was shrouded in dead silence.

Grayish-black Death Qi flowed slowly on the ground, like a frozen swamp.

The moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, with only occasional slivers of silver white leaking through the gaps in the clouds, shining on the crooked tombstones and casting a ghastly white light.

In the distance.

A gust of Yin wind blew, and the Death Qi began to churn.

Countless grayish-black figures emerged from the darkness, dense and covering the sky and earth.

Leading them was a gaunt ghost, his face pale as paper, his long, narrow eyes squinted into slits, and a cold, sinister smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

He hovered in mid-air, followed by hundreds of Ghost Soldiers, a dark, oppressive mass that surrounded the Mass Grave completely.