I Cultivate Longevity in the Cultivation Realm

Not to mention, they were unscathed.

Upon introspection, if we had acted, although we could have resolved the demon monkeys, the extent of damage would be uncertain.

This is also one of the reasons I didn’t take the risk."

Zhang Shihu had been navigating the Divine Wind Valley Marketplace for so long and managed to make such a name for himself; naturally, he had his unique advantages and was very astute.

It was precisely because he knew the situation was untenable that he temporarily withdrew.

As they were speaking.

Suddenly, they saw a group of cultivators rapidly approaching, led by none other than a Foundation Establishment Realm True Cultivator.

A chill settled in his heart, seeing that avoidance was impossible, Zhang Shihu quickly put on a smile and called out from a distance, "Junior Zhang Shihu greets Elder Lai."

"Zhang Shihu?

Do you have any gains?"

The group had more than ten people, and the elderly leader appeared somewhat short, yet was a genuine Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Shihu, speaking casually.

"Elder Lai, I..."

Before Zhang Shihu could finish, the leader impatiently interrupted him, saying, "Leave half and be on your way."

Instantly, Zhang Shihu’s group showed expressions of humiliation, their eyes involuntarily turning to Zhang Shihu.

"Elder..."

Zhang Shihu’s face was extremely grim, his voice almost hoarse, yet seeing their numbers—thirteen, all of them Lai Family elites—and they only had seven people.

Not to mention, Elder Lai Yongsheng was a genuine Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

He could not resist, nor dared to rebel.

Because defiance would only lead to death!

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "Elder, please accept with a smile."

Then he took out a large pile of spiritual materials and treasures from his storage bag.

Among them were even two young Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects.

Seeing this, a trace of satisfaction appeared on Lai Yongsheng’s face, "Smart move.

Alright, you can go now."

Behind him, someone from the Lai Family stepped forward to collect these items into their storage bag.

"Elder Lai.

Junior has something to report."

Zhang Shihu saw this and suddenly spoke up.

"Oh? What matter?"

Lai Yongsheng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Not far ahead, Junior happened to encounter Pavilion Master Shen of the Shuiyun Pavilion."

Zhang Shihu quickly said.

He knew that Shuiyun Pavilion had always had a grudge with the Lai Family.

Especially in the Celestial Lake Mountain area, due to vying for an ore vein and the Celestial Lake pier position, countless conflicts had arisen.

Moreover, Pavilion Master Shen Xinyue had truly killed someone from the Lai Family in the past.

Although it was just a few years ago, someone from the Lai Family would surely remember.

"Pavilion Master Shen of Shuiyun Pavilion?

Shen Xinyue?"

As expected, someone immediately spoke up, a hint of hatred flashing in their eyes.

"Yes.

Exactly Pavilion Master Shen.

By the way, they seem to have discovered a Sacred Flame Fruit tree this time."

More importantly, that Sacred Flame Fruit tree has five Sacred Flame Fruits growing on it, and in a few years’ time, they will be ripe.

Junior speculates that they probably won’t uproot the Spirit Fruit Tree directly, and will surely nurture the five Sacred Flame Fruits to maturity in a very short time.

If you go over now, Elder, you should still make it in time.

If you’re late and the fruits mature and are picked, they might very well be shared and eaten directly."

Zhang Shihu immediately followed up.

By this time, his losses were inevitable, so he didn’t mind letting others suffer along with him.

Just as Shen Xinyue’s group had made him unhappy, he naturally didn’t mind having them taste the misery of being coerced by a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator.

"True Elder, we saw it with our own eyes.

That Sacred Flame Fruit tree is over two hundred and ninety years old, the fruits are large and round, filled with Spiritual Qi, clearly about to mature."

Hastily added a cultvator nearby.

"Good, lead the way for us."

Lai Yongsheng’s eyes gleamed.

This Sacred Flame Fruit could be of some use to him, near maturity? And five of them?

He was naturally intrigued.

"Ah?"

Zhang Shihu was dumbfounded.

He hadn’t expected to hoist a rock only to drop it on his own foot.

"Hurry up and lead the way!"

Lai Yongsheng snorted coldly, the oppressive aura belonging uniquely to the Foundation Establishment Realm emanating from him.

As the only Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Lai Family, who had succeeded only with difficulty at nearly sixty years old, how many setbacks and schemes had he endured? He knew exactly what Zhang Shihu was attempting to play.

He wouldn’t let him off easily.

Reluctantly, Zhang Shihu’s group had no choice but to lead the way for the Lai Family’s people.

Particularly Jiang Yu and Zhang Shao Han, they were anxious and helpless, yet could only be coerced forward together.

...

"Fellow Daoist Zhou.

We’re running low on Vitality Spiritual Liquid, how much have you gathered?"

Lu Yun called out, saying.

"Plenty!"

Zhou Changwang responded, quickly moving to the Sacred Flame Fruit tree.

He glanced at the Spirit Fruit Tree, its ring time was at two hundred ninety-nine years, just one year short of the three-hundred-year maturity.

Without hesitation, he quickly applied the Life-Cutting Finger, pouring bottle after bottle of Vitality Spiritual Liquid into the Spirit Fruit Tree.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

On the side, Lu Yun and Fang Zhiqing were also busy, quickly casting the Annual Ring Skill.

Nearby, Shen Xinyue and the others had already dealt with the remains of the demon monkeys and were eagerly watching the Spirit Fruit Tree.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The ring time of the Spirit Fruit Tree steadily increased.

"It’s right there!"

A voice came out.

Immediately, everyone saw Zhang Shihu and his group appear once more.

And apart from them, there was a group of unfamiliar cultivators.