Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

Zhang Linghe was stunned for a moment, then became anxious: "Senior Brother Xu! The price is negotiable! Half! I'll give you half of the spiritual herbs I gathered!"

"No need."

Xu Mofeng shook his head coldly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, and said indifferently, "I'm used to being alone."

His purpose in entering the Frost Realm was to seize opportunities and earn rewards. Bringing a burden along would not only slow down his efficiency but also risk exposing the system's secrets.

Moreover, he had just scanned Zhang Linghe's luck, and it was so gray it was practically emitting black smoke. He was just a background character in the trial field, unable to pick up a single good item throughout the entire process.

Let alone giving him half, even if he were given the whole thing, Xu Mofeng would still think it was a waste of time.

"I'm leaving now. Do as you please."

After saying this, Xu Mofeng identified the brightest red line of opportunity, took a step forward, and disappeared in a moment.

Zhang Linghe, left behind, looked utterly dejected, like a drowned rat who had failed to snag a powerful patron.

A familiar inner disciple leaned over, looking puzzled: "Why are you asking him for protection? He's just a newbie who just reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment. Even Senior Brother Cui Ying, ranked twelfth in the inner sect, only charges a third of the protection fee. Isn't he much more reliable than him?"

Zhang Linghe shook his head and uttered only three words: "You don't understand."

Who does Cui Ying think she is? Does she even deserve to be compared to Xu Mofeng?

Could he defeat Wang Cheng, who is at the tenth level of Foundation Establishment and has mastered the essence of palm techniques?

No one would believe him even if he said it, so he simply didn't bother to explain. Looking in the direction where Xu Mofeng disappeared, Zhang Linghe's expression was complicated.

The thought of the duel between the two sects at the summit of the far north in three days gave him a strong premonition that both Li Haoran of his sect and Zheng Bingtian of the Snow Moon Sect would likely become stepping stones for Xu Mofeng.

A moment later, in front of a secluded, desolate mountain cliff.

Xu Mofeng followed the clues to the spot with precision, reached out and moved the pebbles between the rocks, and found a spiritual herb with leaves covered in fine silver patterns lying in the hollow of the rock.

"Star Spirit Mushroom. It gains one star pattern every hundred years, and this one... has ten! It's a thousand years old!"

A hint of joy flashed in Xu Mofeng's eyes.

Just as he predicted, the red aura corresponded to a rare and precious natural treasure of a thousand-year grade.

"This thousand-year-old spiritual herb doesn't even have a guardian beast. This Frost Realm is practically a land of fortune."

He couldn't help but click his tongue and casually put the Star Spirit Mushroom into his personal jade box.

Just then, the system notification sounded in my mind:

[Congratulations, host, on successfully transforming your destiny! You have received the following reward: 1 Profound-Rank Foundation Restoration Pill]

Mysterious Returning to Origin Pill!

Xu Mofeng's heart skipped a beat.

This pill is a valuable item for Golden Core cultivators to aid their cultivation; one pill is worth several high-grade spirit stones, and it would be considered a luxury treasure for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Since he switched to cultivating the "Purple Gold True Qi", what he lacked most were spirit stones and high-grade pills. This pill was like a godsend.

He pinched the luminous white pill between his fingertips, and a rich medicinal fragrance wafted over him. With just one inhale, his internal energy began to stir.

If he took it on the spot, breaking through to the second level of the Purple Gold True Qi would be a sure thing, but Xu Mofeng suppressed the idea of ​​taking it immediately, as now was not the time to go into seclusion.

Looking across the entire training ground, there were only a handful of lucky individuals with red auras. If he was a step slower, the easy target might be snatched up by someone else. The entire process was a race against time.

After carefully storing the Star Spirit Mushrooms and pills, Xu Mofeng immediately set off to search for his next target.

Following others to find opportunities is a hundred times more efficient than wandering aimlessly on your own.

With his powerful spiritual body advancing to the intermediate level, his Lingbo Steps had already broken through the original limits of the technique and entered the realm of mastery.

On the desolate wilderness, a blue shadow moved faster than a galloping horse, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, it had covered several miles.

On the other side, five or six Snow Moon Sect disciples dressed in moon-white martial robes were searching along the road.

The group advanced in a scattered formation, sweeping over the grass, trees, soil, and rocks along the way.

Suddenly, a disciple pointed ahead excitedly and said, "Senior Brother Yao Ming, there's a valley ahead; it might hold some rare medicinal herbs!"

The young man, Yao Ming, was tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples. He exuded a powerful aura of a Foundation Establishment Level 10 cultivator, and his brows were filled with arrogant condescension.

Anyone with eyes can see that this group is centered around him, and they are all his followers who rely on his protection.

Upon hearing the report, Yao Ming slightly raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Go in and search. Report back immediately if you find any trace of the medicinal herbs."

"yes!"

Several disciples rushed into the valley and began searching frantically.

Yao Ming, along with his remaining disciple, stood guard outside the valley, keeping watch.

"Senior Brother Yao, what are our chances of winning the duel with the Biyou Sect in three days?"

The disciples nearby gathered around to chat.

Yao Ming scoffed, his tone full of disdain: "Of course it's a sure thing. Senior Brother Zheng Bingtian has already made plans. We just need to collect more spiritual herbs and support him when the time comes."

The disciple, his face full of anticipation, was about to offer a few more flattering words when a furious shout suddenly erupted from the valley: "Who goes there?! This is a spiritual herb that our Snow Moon Sect has set its sights on, and you dare to steal it?!"

Yao Ming's face suddenly darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Something's happened, let's go!"

Before the words were even finished, the two had already transformed into two black shadows, rushing into the valley one after the other.

Inside the valley, three disciples of the Snow Moon Sect were surrounding a handsome young man.

The young man, dressed in a blue robe from the Biyou Sect, stood alone.

All three were at the seventh or eighth level of Foundation Establishment. At first, they were somewhat wary of each other, but when they saw that the other party was alone, they immediately revealed a malicious expression.

"That kid from the Azure Nether Sect has some guts."

One of the disciples squinted and sneered, "Put down the spiritual herbs you're holding, hand over all your previous gains, and obediently get out of the valley, or else... hmph."

The three released their auras simultaneously, forming a triangular formation that blocked all escape routes, their threat palpable.

The one who was surrounded was Xu Mofeng.

Seeing the three of them, his expression became somewhat subtle.

He was just passing through the valley when he happened to catch a glimpse of a blue line of opportunity. He had just casually picked a 600-year-old spiritual herb when the person in question came knocking on his door.

Coincidentally, they were from the Snow Moon Sect, their arch-rival.

However... this doesn't seem like a bad thing.

"I'll return the words to you verbatim."

Xu Mofeng glanced at the three of them, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Leave your belongings behind and get out of the valley, and I might spare your lives."

"Has this kid gone mad?"

A Xueyue disciple at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment sneered and stepped forward, ready to make a move. "I'll teach him a lesson."

Before they could finish speaking, alarm bells suddenly went off in their minds, and their scalps tingled with fear from their toes.

The boy before them was no longer a cultivator; he was clearly a lurking, ancient ferocious beast, revealing his man-eating fangs the moment he raised his eyes.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the disciple at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the rock wall of the valley, with most of his body embedded in the rock.

The remaining two were stunned on the spot, and when they turned around, they saw Xu Mofeng slowly withdrawing his fist.

"court death!"

"This kid's weird, let's all go for him!"

Both men were shocked and enraged, and drew their swords to pounce on Xu Mofeng.

But then a blue shadow flashed before his eyes, and Xu Mofeng's figure vanished without a trace, like a ghost.

Before the two could react, an overwhelming force surged through their chests, the crisp sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and their bodies were involuntarily sent flying backward.

Bang!Bang!

Two muffled thuds followed one after another, and the remaining two people were embedded in the mountain wall, forming a neat row with the first one.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

The three men were embedded in the stone wall, spitting blood, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

The eighth level of foundation building?

How could someone at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment possess such monstrous power?

They felt as if most of their bones were broken, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their hands. This was no disciple of a sect, but an ancient ferocious beast in human skin!

Xu Mofeng walked over slowly. With his current strength, he didn't even need to use a third of his strength to deal with a few Snow Moon Sect disciples at the seventh or eighth level of Foundation Establishment.

Just as Xu Mofeng was about to step forward to search the belongings of these people, a fierce gust of wind suddenly slashed down from above, its sharp whistling sound piercing the eardrums.

"The wind is strong!"

Xu Mofeng dodged with a quick step, and the violent blade light slashed fiercely at the ground where he had been standing, carving a trench several feet deep, with rubble flying everywhere.

He looked up and saw a young man with sharp eyebrows standing in front of him, holding a long sword and staring at him with cold eyes.

"Senior Brother Yao Ming!"

Upon seeing the young man with sword-like eyebrows, the Snow Moon disciples who had just been shoved into the mountainside instantly brightened up, their faces filled with ecstatic joy as if they had seen a savior.

"Kid, you're dead!"

"Senior Brother Yao Ming is here. Let's see how long you can remain arrogant!"

The group crawled out of the crater in the mountain wall, grimacing as they covered their injuries and glared at Xu Mofeng, their backs straightening considerably.

Yao Ming glanced at the group, his tone as cold as ice: "A bunch of useless trash. Several of you working together couldn't even take down a Foundation Establishment Stage 8 cultivator."

The three were both ashamed and embarrassed, and hurriedly explained, "Senior Brother Yao Ming, this kid's brute strength is incredibly strange; he doesn't seem like a normal Foundation Establishment eighth level cultivator at all!"

"Even if someone at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment is wicked, how strong can they really be... Hmph."

Yao Ming snorted coldly, his gaze falling on Xu Mofeng, and said grimly, "You've injured a disciple of my Snow Moon Sect; you won't be leaving this valley alive today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent sword aura suddenly erupted from his body, sweeping out like a cold wind from the north. Wisps of cold air permeated the air, and the temperature in the entire valley dropped several degrees, with a thin layer of frost forming on the ground.