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Zhao Yang flew away from the Offering Camp with Long Xiao Wu and headed straight to Song Qianqiu's small courtyard. Upon reaching the entrance, Zhao Yang pulled out a sack from his pocket and took a handful of Yuan Yang Fruits, offering them to Long Xiao Wu for him to consume.
Seeing the Yuan Yang Fruits in Zhao Yang's hand, Long Xiao Wu gasped in surprise, "Yuan, Yuan Yang Fruits? Is this entire sack filled with them?"
Zhao Yang nodded and replied, "You know about them? It seems like they are indeed tomatoes. The soil here is excellent; the tomatoes grow infused with such strong Spirit Energy. Eat a few; they can restore your stamina and even enhance your cultivation."
"Eat a few? Haven't you been in seclusion for the past two years trying to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage instead of raiding someone's Holy Medicine garden?"
"Not at all! I picked these this morning from the back mountain! These tomatoes are so small that they dissolve before you can even chew them. Back home, they were much larger; we call them 'Western Red Fruits.' They are juicy and sweet, and I could eat seven or eight of them to feel full."
Zhao Yang spoke without holding back.
"Western Red Fruits? You..." Long Xiao Wu was left speechless by Zhao Yang's words, wondering if he had misunderstood. He pinched one Yuan Yang Fruit and put it in his mouth, instantly widening his eyes.
Long Xiao Wu felt a surge of Yuan Yang energy and overwhelming Spirit Energy coursing through his limbs, nourishing his internal organs and infusing his entire body. Even the Destiny Pearl within his Qi Sea trembled slightly. The tiny cracks on the surface of the Destiny Pearl began to heal slowly under such immense Spirit Energy, restoring its previously dim luster to a glimmering sheen. However, this was only the effect of consuming one Yuan Yang Fruit!
For the past two years, every time Long Xiao Wu had been beaten to near death, he managed to recover fully by exhausting the power of the Destiny Pearl, which severely damaged his original source of power. At this moment, the extraordinary properties of the Yuan Yang Fruit became evident; not only could it rapidly restore his physical form but it could also repair his original source and increase the Spirit Energy within his meridians, filling all his acupoints with spiritual essence.
However, Zhao Yang was unaware of these effects. He only possessed spiritual awareness and lacked Divine Sense. He had no idea that two barely perceptible cracks on his Foundation Cauldron were also healing slowly. His Perfect Foundation was already unparalleled throughout eternity; he had defied the laws of cultivation to create a Foundation Cauldron for himself. Heaven would not allow such an easy success, so his Foundation Cauldron remained in a pseudo-perfect state beyond Flawless Foundation. Yet under the guidance of the Spirit Pearl, Zhao Yang found a way to repair a cultivator's original power with Yuan Yang Fruits. He treated them as ordinary tomatoes, absorbing their immense Yuan energy to mend his source and strengthen his body while unknowingly healing the cracks in his Foundation Cauldron towards perfection.
After refining the first Yuan Yang Fruit, Long Xiao Wu found that most of his injuries had healed significantly. Just as he was about to put the second Yuan Yang Fruit into his mouth, he suddenly saw Zhao Yang grabbing a handful—about seven or eight—and directly shoving them into his mouth to chew. In disbelief, Long Xiao Wu watched as Zhao Yang spat out the skins like he was eating grapes.
Long Xiao Wu was stunned. Throughout their time together, he had always competed with Zhao Yang over Spiritual Pills. After each session, he would secretly return to use the Destiny Pearl to assist him in refining any excess Spirit Energy in his body. He guessed that although Zhao Yang appeared calm on the surface, he must be secretly suppressing and refining any excess Spirit Energy within himself as well.
At that moment, Zhao Yang had surprisingly eaten seven or eight Yuan Yang Fruits. Although his mouth was filled with a radiant glow, there was no sign of Spirit Energy bursting forth from his body. He appeared to be unsatisfied, so he simply sat down next to Long Xiao Wu and continued eating. It was then that Long Xiao Wu noticed a small mountain of Yuan Yang Fruit peels piled up between Zhao Yang's legs, hidden by the burlap sack.
Long Xiao Wu was in tears, nearly fainting. She knew that Zhao Yang's Spiritual Root might not be limited to just the ten attributes of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, and Ice. She had sensed a faint feeling of suppression in her dragon spirit's True Qi when faced with Zhao Yang's True Qi. Although that aura was weak and not as pure as her dragon spirit's True Qi, she had indeed felt it. In cultivation, having a Single Attribute Spiritual Root was always considered superior due to its faster growth rate. Theoretically speaking, if we exclude the situation of complementary Spiritual Roots, a cultivator with dual attributes would require twice the time to reach the same level as a Single Attribute Spiritual Root cultivator. If Zhao Yang possessed more than ten types of Spiritual Roots, he would need to spend over ten times the amount of time or absorb over ten times the Spirit Energy within the same timeframe to match the cultivation speed of an ordinary cultivator. Clearly, Zhao Yang did not have that much time; he must be relying on absorbing an extraordinary amount of Spirit Energy! Even without considering the potential rejection from multiple Spiritual Roots—which could require consuming dozens or even hundreds of times more Spirit Energy—how could his body possibly withstand such an immense impact from Spirit Energy? Long Xiao Wu had always prided herself on her physical strength and did not believe that Zhao Yang's body could be so powerful. Even if he had been cultivating the best Body Refinement techniques since birth, it would still be impossible for him to achieve such an extraordinary level! Moreover, Zhao Yang was just a body cultivator who only knew how to swing a hammer around!
Little did Long Xiao Wu know that Zhao Yang's master was Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Sun Wukong possessed an Indestructible Body from another world; his physical form was immortal and imperishable, and his blood contained the miraculous effects of the Nine Turns Supreme Golden Elixir. He had once used the medicinal properties in his blood to cleanse Zhao Yang's blood. As a result, Zhao Yang's physical potential had grown to unimaginable levels for ordinary cultivators! Yet he remained completely unaware of this.
"Zhao Yang?" Long Xiao Wu looked at the pile of Yuan Yang Fruit peels scattered around and at Zhao Yang, who was burping slightly after eating.
"Hmm? What is it?" Zhao Yang replied absentmindedly while savoring his "tomato."
"Do you know what this is?" Long Xiao Wu asked.
"Yuan Yang Fruit! It's just a tomato; it must have been grown in Spirit Soil. The Spirit Energy is truly overwhelming!"
"Overwhelming Spirit Energy?" Long Xiao Wu broke into a cold sweat and thought to herself: "He has eaten so many already; how can there be any overwhelming Spirit Energy left?!"
Clearing her throat, Long Xiao Wu felt that her injuries were nearly healed and quickly grabbed Zhao Yang's hand as he reached into the burlap sack for more Yuan Yang Fruits. "Wait! Wait! Zhao Yang, do you know what Yuan Yang Fruit is called? It's known as the Holy Fruit for Foundation Stage Cultivators! Its effects not only enhance cultivation but also repair one's origin and rectify defects in their Spiritual Roots, making their foundation more solid. It can even elevate one's Foundation Stage rank by one tier! Two years ago we ate Spirit Qi Pills; those are fine because any sect can refine as many as they want as long as they have enough ordinary spiritual herbs. But this Yuan Yang Fruit? A sect might not even have one! The Yuan Yang Fruit Tree takes a hundred years to bloom, another hundred years to bear fruit, and yet another hundred years to mature. Its survival conditions are extremely harsh; it wilts at the slightest disturbance from wind or rain. Eating like this—especially all at once—aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
"Uh... I don't think so?" Zhao Yang replied with some surprise. "It can't be as exaggerated as you say! I was just wandering around in the back mountain when I saw a mouse gnawing on this fruit and chased it away before picking half a sack."
"What?! Is there any left? Can we go pick some together?" Long Xiao Wu wiped her tears away, feeling that fate was unfair.
"There's none left; I think all the fruit trees in that area have been cleaned out by mice. There’s only this little bit left. I got forced into leveling up when I first started eating them; now I'm feeling a bit nauseous—you know my stomach isn't great."
"Dammit, your stomach isn't good," Long Xiao Wu cursed inwardly. Looking at Zhao Yang's serious demeanor, he felt an urge to strangle him.
"What's the matter? Is this fruit really that valuable?" Zhao Yang hit the nail on the head.
"Valuable? It's beyond valuable! This is what they call the Little Sacred Fruit. You might not see one for years, and each one is worth a fortune!" Long Xiao Wu said without exaggeration, reaching into the sack to stuff the remaining Yuan Yang Fruits into his pocket.
"Damn, why didn't you say so earlier!" Zhao Yang snatched the nearly empty sack from Long Xiao Wu's hands. There were barely twenty fruits left inside. Zhao Yang's face twisted in pain as he added after a moment, "I can't believe it's worth this much!" His eyes began to sparkle with excitement.
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