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第二百三十二章 木灵果

"This is the instruction from our sect's senior master. There must be a deeper meaning behind it, so as juniors, we shouldn't overthink it; just do our part well," spoke a round-faced cultivator. Judging by his position, he seemed to be the leader of these six.

"Yes, Senior Brother!" The fair-skinned cultivator quickly shut up and didn’t dare say anything more.

Then, the light ball started shaking, no longer focusing on Lin Xuan as another scene appeared. Another Foundation Establishment stage cultivator was being brought in...

Following Zhang Xiaodie's lead, they walked about several hundred feet before a sudden opening revealed an oval hall ahead.

Although deep within the mountain, the walls of this hall were adorned with fist-sized night pearls, illuminating it like daylight.

"Senior, please!"

Zhang Xiaodie stepped aside. Lin Xuan nodded and used his divine sense to scan the hall briefly; his brows furrowed slightly.

The hall was empty, but there were dozens of cultivators present, each dressed differently and with varying levels of cultivation, all Foundation Establishment stage.

As footsteps approached, several people turned their heads in curiosity.

Their expressions weren’t friendly at all, even hinting at hostility.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan’s mind churned, yet he kept a neutral expression. However, his gaze caught sight of someone familiar: Tian Xiaojian!

The young man was waving excitedly towards him.

Lin Xuan smiled and walked over as well. His action drew the attention of nearby cultivators, who were all silent and had cold expressions. He and Tian Xiaojian stood out somewhat.

However, once they realized that both of them only had Foundation Establishment First Stage cultivation, others turned away with mocking looks, no longer paying attention.

"Brother Lin, I didn’t expect you to be here too," Tian Xiaojian’s voice was very warm, as if they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years.

"Reciprocally, reciprocally. I never thought my brother would come here either," Lin Xuan replied with the same enthusiasm.

"Haha, little brother just wanted to broaden his horizons a bit. The trading fairs for Foundation Establishment stage cultivators aren’t like those in the outer markets; it’s quite lucky that some savings are still in my possession. I hope to find something worth buying." Tian Xiaojian scratched his head and spoke shyly.

Lin Xuan's mind stirred, and he replied with a slight surprise: "Could it be that all these cultivators came here for higher-level trading fairs?"

"Yes, probably so. According to what little brother knows, only three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators are allowed into the higher-level trading fairs each time," Tian Xiaojian said.

"Three?" Lin Xuan frowned as there were many people in front of him.

Seeing his expression, Tian Xiaojian smiled slightly: "Of course, it’s through a selection process. However, the conditions set by our sect vary each year; we don’t know what they’ll come up with this time."

Just as they were speaking, a loud noise echoed, and a stone door opened, revealing someone.

This person was around forty years old, dressed in an apricot-colored Daoist robe, had thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding an imposing presence. His cultivation level was at the peak of Foundation Establishment stage.

He glanced around the hall, gave a bow, and then spoke freely:

"Hello everyone, welcome to Mount Tianzhu. Since you’re here, it means you wish to participate in our trading fair for Condensation Core stage seniors."

"While this sect also wants to meet your needs, the cultivation world is one where strength speaks. If we allowed all of you to join, with too many participants, it might upset the far-traveling Condensation Core seniors. According to tradition, only three lucky individuals can enter each time."

After saying that, Zhou Hai paused and observed everyone's reactions. Most cultivators showed no surprise or dissatisfaction, while a few looked surprised but remained silent.

"Alright, since there are no objections from all of you, I’ll now state the conditions for this selection."

The critical moment had arrived; the faces of the cultivators turned serious as they listened intently. A couple seemed unconcerned due to some hidden support.

Lin Xuan stared ahead with his peripheral vision capturing everyone's reactions.

Zhou Hai flipped his hand, revealing a fist-sized fruit in his palm. The fruit resembled a duck pear from the mortal world but had a green exterior and emitted only faint essence energy.

"This is called Wood Spirit Fruit; it’s not considered a rare treasure. It merely has some health benefits when consumed. Although ordinary, this fruit is unique to Mount Tianzhu and can’t be found elsewhere."

The cultivators were taken aback, unsure of Zhou Hai's sudden appearance with the fruit. They remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Shortly, I will randomly divide you into three groups. Each group will have several Wood Spirit Trees in their designated area. Your task is to gather as many fruits as possible within three hours. The person who gathers the most from each group can enter the trading fair. Of course, while searching for these trees, be wary of others stealing your fruit; otherwise, you’ll still lose."

The cultivators exchanged glances, their faces turning grim at Zhou Hai's last statement.

Although his words were gentle, the meaning was clear: protect your own fruit from being stolen, implying that they could snatch others' fruits freely.

Isn’t this clearly encouraging mutual slaughter?

Is there a mistake? It’s just about getting into the trading fair, not competing for some treasure. Why does it have to be so brutal?

Although the cultivation world is inherently bloody, such an excuse was too absurd. Could there be any hidden plot?

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