80: Chapter 80 Too much nonsense! One finger crushes Gou Daoliu, the chosen one of destiny.

Deep in the gloomy dense forest, the sunlight was completely blocked by the thick canopy.

Gu Yi stood in place with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze quietly fixed on the giant, moss-covered rock ahead.

A breeze blew past, and a faint ripple of a Formation, difficult for ordinary people to perceive, appeared on the surface of the rock.

This level of illusion Formation was, in the eyes of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, as riddled with flaws as a piece of thin paper.

Gu Yi slowly raised his right hand, a wisp of golden Pure Yang True Qi circulating at his fingertip.

He took a step forward, his fingertip seemingly nonchalantly tapping the phantom image of that rock.

"Crack."

Accompanied by a crisp sound like shattered glass, the crude illusion Formation barrier, like an ice surface struck by a heavy hammer, instantly disintegrated into dots of light, dissipating into the damp air.

The true face of the hidden cave was exposed before Gu Yi without reservation.

A dense, suffocating aura of vegetation creation, mixed with a pungent smell of blood, rushed at him from the narrow cave entrance.

Gu Yi walked with a composed pace, stepping over the gravel covering the ground, and entered this "secret base" belonging to the Child of Destiny.

The space inside the cave was not large, and the surrounding stone walls were covered with traces of excavation.

In a simple Spirit Gathering Formation in the center, the young man wearing the servant attire of Medicine Valley was kneeling on the ground in an extremely twisted posture.

Ye Fan's hands were clawing tightly at the stone floor; his fingernails had curled and fallen off from excessive force, leaving ten shocking bloodstains on the ground.

His eyes were bulging, the blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes had solidified into dark red scabs, and his entire face was twisted like a demon crawling out of Hell due to extreme pain and the despair of a shattered Dao Heart.

Hearing the footsteps, Ye Fan's chest, sounding like a broken bellows, heaved violently.

He lifted his heavy head with difficulty, staring fixedly at the man in green robes walking in against the light.

It was this man.

It was this high and mighty bastard who not only pinned him to the ground with pressure, but also wantonly plucked the untouchable high-mountain flower in his heart right in front of him!

As Gu Yi approached, the Nascent Soul Stage pressure covering Ye Fan's head fluctuated slightly due to the closing distance.

This fluctuation gave Ye Fan's tightly constricted vocal cords a sliver of breathing room.

"Who... who on earth are you..."

Ye Fan's throat churned with thick blood foam, and he let out a hoarse roar like a beast on the verge of death.

In his bloodshot eyes burned a resentment and madness that could not be extinguished even if all the waters of the rivers and lakes were poured upon it.

He did not want to die here so inexplicably; he was the darling of this world, and he possessed his own invincible trump card.

"You dare to touch Valley Master Yan... you dare to destroy my Dao Heart..."

Ye Fan gripped the cold small green bottle in his hand tightly, as if it were his last straw.

He desperately mobilized the hidden Foundation Establishment Stage True Qi within his body, attempting to break through the shackles of this broken shell, wanting to stand up, wanting to tear the man before him into ten thousand pieces.

"I, Ye Fan, will never accept my fate! As long as I do not die today, one day I will definitely..."

At this final, life-or-death moment, this low-profile style protagonist, as if experiencing a final flash of brilliance, opened his blood-filled mouth, preparing to shout that classic counterattack line deeply engraved in his bones.

Gu Yi looked down from a high position at this rat struggling in the mud, a trace of undisguised annoyance flashing in his deep black eyes.

"Too noisy."

His voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.

He had no desire to listen to those clichés, nor any interest in playing along with the impotent rage of a dying man.

His right hand lifted without warning, and he pressed a finger down through the air toward the hunched figure below.

As this finger pointed out, the space inside the cave seemed to be completely drained and imprisoned in that instant.

A vast, ocean-like golden Pure Yang True Qi, mixed with the overwhelmingly tyrannical physical strength of the Primordial Limitless Creation Immortal Body, transformed into a tangible phantom of a heaven-supporting giant finger, bringing with it a destructive aura that crushed everything, crashing down!

Ye Fan's ruthless words of "tear you into ten thousand pieces" were only half shouted before being forcibly stuck in his throat.

"Bang——!"

A muffled sound that made one's scalp tingle exploded inside the cave.

A sky full of blood mist exploded inside the cave.

A faint golden light shield lit up around Gu Yi, perfectly isolating the splashing blood and minced flesh.

The phantom of the giant finger slowly dissipated.

Where Ye Fan had originally been kneeling, there was only a giant finger pit sunk several feet into the ground.

At the bottom of the finger pit, that low-profile style treasure-seeking rat, who once dreamed of being a Dragon-like protagonist and vainly attempted to take the gentle medical fairy into his harem, had turned into a pool of unrecognizable scarlet meat paste, completely annihilated in body and soul.

[Ding! System detected that the target's vital signs have disappeared.]

[Verdict: Host successfully killed the low-profile style Child of Destiny 'Ye Fan', completely ending his hidden Luck line.]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the phase-based kill reward: Villain Points +5000!]

Listening to the crisp notification sound in his mind, Gu Yi's handsome face did not show much extra expression.

He casually dispersed the True Qi from his fingertip, his gaze calmly sweeping over the bloody finger pit.

Right at the edge of that pile of meat paste, two items, under such terrifying finger pressure, had surprisingly remained intact.

Gu Yi stepped forward, releasing a slight burst of True Qi.

A small green bottle, the size of an infant's fist and deep emerald green throughout, along with a strange Spiritual Plant emitting a faint purple light, its leaves covered in nine mysterious golden patterns, slowly floated up from the blood and filth, landing in his palm.

Gu Yi first lowered his head to examine the unremarkable small green bottle.

The bottle was cold to the touch, neither metal nor jade, with no traces of carving on the surface, yet it exuded an incredibly profound aura of creation.

[Item Name: Ripening Small Bottle (Damaged State).]

[Effect: Condenses Heaven and Earth Creation Spirit Liquid, ignores growth cycles, forcibly ripens all kinds of Spiritual Plants and vegetation.]

[Note: This item is a damaged supreme treasure, currently only effective on Spiritual Plants below Tier 10.]

Looking at the System's appraisal information, Gu Yi satisfiedly tucked the small green bottle into his sleeve.

This supreme cheat that Ye Fan regarded as his life might just be a farming tool for others, but for Gu Yi, who had just obtained the Ten Thousand Spirit Medicine Garden, it was simply the perfect matching accessory.

With this thing, the foundation of those rare Spirit Medicine in the Immortal Mansion would be transformed into a continuous stream of resources in the shortest possible time.

After putting the small green bottle away, Gu Yi's gaze finally fell on the Spiritual Plant in his hand that was emitting purple light.

The nine golden patterns had completely closed, and just one breath of the rich medicinal fragrance made one feel comfortable throughout the body, with a clear Divine Soul.

This was that peerless Immortal Plant that Ye Fan had watered day and night with spirit liquid, which had just crossed the ten-thousand-year mark today—the Nine Nether Yellow Springs Grass.

"A ten-thousand-year age, used for cleansing the marrow and reshaping the Dao foundation, is indeed a rare divine object."