Cultivation starts from devouring the Dao fruits

"Impressive, truly worthy of the Cangling Sect Law Enforcement Team."

Zhao Yu sighed softly and strode towards Su Bingyun.

Wang Xin abruptly blocked Zhao Yu's path and said coldly, "Alright, you're not needed here anymore!"

Zhao Yu, holding up those talismans, called out, "Miss Su, these talismans for warding off evil spirits!"

Su Bingyun glanced at Zhao Yu and said indifferently, "They're yours as a reward! If you find any evil spirits, remember to come and report!"

Zhao Yu exclaimed joyfully, "Thank you, Miss Su!"

A disciple from the Cangling Sect approached Su Bingyun with a letter and said, "Sister Su, Old Liu has left a will, planning to give half of his estate to Zhao Yu and the other half to be taken back to his family in Heimu City!"

Su Bingyun replied calmly, "Follow his will!"

The disciple from the Cangling Sect replied, "Yes, Sister!"

Zhao Yu was then taken by the disciple to confirm Old Liu's estate.

Old Liu's estate consisted only of 160 kilograms of Spirit Rice, eighteen Spirit Stones, nine portions of Spirit Sand, and two hundred taels of gold. As for the hundred-year-old Red Heart Grass worth over a hundred Spirit Stones, Zhao Yu dared not ask further.

After exterminating Old Liu, Su Bingyun left the place with the Law Enforcement Team.

After returning home, Zhao Yu stayed up all night; the robust constitution of a Martial Arts Grandmaster allowing him to withstand several days and nights without sleep.

The next day, Zhao Yu, carrying half of Old Liu's estate, headed towards Heimu City among the Ten Mortal Cities.

Located forty li southeast of the Black Mountain Market within Ten Mortal Cities, Heimu City was a bustling place thronged with mortals.

"So this is Old Liu's residence in Heimu City, quite imposing indeed!"

Zhao Yu stood in front of Liu Estate, which had two large stone lions at its entrance and occupied a vast area, and remarked.

Old Liu, a mere Spirit Farmer living in a humble wooden hut in Black Mountain Market, managed to possess such a grand mansion in Heimu City of Ten Mortal Cities, epitomizing the disparity between cultivators and mortals. Even the lowest of cultivators could lead a life of luxury among mortals.

A servant guarding the gate came forward, frowned slightly, and asked with a hint of arrogance, "Who are you? What brings you to the Liu Estate?"

Zhao Yu replied indifferently, "A friend of the old ancestor Liu has come to visit. Please have the Family Head of the Liu family come see me!"

"The old ancestor's friend!! You, you are a cultivator!! Please wait, I'll go inside and announce your arrival immediately!"

The servant's expression changed dramatically, and he nodded and bowed before dashing into the estate.

Before long, a tall, middle-aged man dressed in a rich merchant's attire emerged from the Liu Estate, accompanied by dozens of men and women.

"I am Liu Cheng, the head of the Liu family, and I have the honor to meet the cultivator. May I ask how to address you?"

The middle-aged man, looking quite wealthy, respectfully bowed to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu said, "I am Zhao Yu, a friend of Old Liu. Old Liu has passed away, and I have come here according to his will to deliver his estate to the Liu family!"

Liu Cheng respectfully replied, "So it is Cultivator Zhao Yu! My father has often spoken of you. Please come inside for a talk!"

Zhao Yu nodded slightly and, carrying a bag full of Spirit Rice, followed Liu Cheng into the Liu Estate, entering a spacious reception hall.

Zhao Yu had just entered the guest hall when he saw a youth around sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in blue, sitting boldly in a chair. His handsome face radiated confidence.

Liu Cheng's face was filled with pride as he said, "Cultivator Zhao Yu, this is my son, Liu Feifan, also a cultivator, at the Third Level of Qi Refining!"

Zhao Yu smiled faintly and said, "Truly a talent at such a young age!"

Liu Feifan glared at Zhao Yu, eager to speak, "Are you Zhao Yu? What inheritance did my grandfather leave for me?"

Zhao Yu furrowed his brows slightly but still handed over a bag and the will to Liu Cheng. "Old Liu left a total of one hundred and sixty jin of Spirit Rice, eighteen Spirit Stones, nine Spirit Sand, and two hundred taels of gold. His will states half for me, and here is the remaining half!"

Liu Feifan, pressing forward, said, "Impossible! My grandfather's inheritance could not be so little! He clearly said that he would get me a pill to break through my bottleneck! How could there be only so little inheritance left? Tell me, have you secretly hidden the rest of his inheritance?"

Liu Cheng and others from the Liu family also showed a hint of suspicion, looking doubtfully at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu's eyes flickered with a trace of scorn, "This inheritance was found by the Cangling Sect Law Enforcement Team. If you do not believe it, you can go and ask the Law Enforcement Team yourselves. Old Liu once told me when he returned that he had acquired a hundred-year-old Redheart Grass."

The expressions on the faces of the Liu family members changed slightly.

The Cangling Sect controls the Market of Blackwood City; even with ten times their courage, they wouldn't dare to question the Cangling Sect Law Enforcement Team.

Liu Feifan shouted fiercely, "You are not a member of our Liu family, what right do you have to take my grandfather's inheritance? Hand over the rest of my grandfather's inheritance!"

"What an uncultured brute, born of a mother but not taught by a father! If it wasn't for me, your Liu family wouldn't receive a penny of the inheritance! Since we can't see eye to eye, I'll take my leave now!"

Zhao Yu, looking at the aggressive Liu Feifan, shook his head slightly, turned around, and employing his Qinggong, he leapt up like a large bird, fleeing outside. He feared that staying longer might compel him to harm Old Liu's only grandson capable of cultivation.

Liu Cheng frowned slightly and said, "Feifan, he was your grandfather's friend and also a cultivator; you shouldn't speak to him like that!"

Liu Feifan, dissatisfaction written all over his face, declaimed, "What kind of cultivator is he? Merely a Qi Refiner at the first level and a Spirit Farmer, he's not even as good as me! Grandpa was really senile! To leave half of his inheritance to that man, if I hadn't entered the Cangling Sect, it would all be grandpa's fault!"

Liu Cheng's face changed slightly, with a resigned sigh, "You, sigh, it's all because your grandfather spoiled you!"

Old Liu, fortunate to have a grandson with a Spirit Root, almost spoiled Liu Feifan to the heavens, unwilling to utter a single harsh word.

Liu Feifan, being a Cultivator at the Third Level of Qi Refining, held a revered status. No one in the Liu family could control him, cultivating a haughty, contemptuous character in him.

Zhao Yu sped along the official road and suddenly, with the acute vision of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, noticed two cultivators chasing another in the distance.

"Not good!"

Zhao Yu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately dived into a nearby jungle, taking a wide detour to avoid getting involved.

Zhao Yu traveled several miles through the jungle when suddenly a strange fragrance wafted from the northwest. With one breath of this aroma, he felt extremely refreshed, and his mana seemed much livelier.

Zhao Yu followed the direction the fragrance came from and saw a large red house deep in the jungle. Next to this red house was a tree about fifteen meters tall with lush branches and leaves, bearing nine fruits the size of dragon's eyes, each adorned with what appeared to be flame-like spiritual patterns.

"Spirit Flame Vermilion Fruit!"

Upon seeing those nine fruits, a fervent look appeared in Zhao Yu's eyes.

The Spirit Flame Vermilion Fruit was a top-level Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure which, upon consumption, could significantly increase a cultivator's talent of the Fire Spirit Root. He had once been fortunate in the Blackwood City Market to find one in the Canglong Mountain range, auctioned for a sky-high price of ten thousand Spirit Stones!

Upon noticing the Spirit Flame Vermilion Fruit, Zhao Yu involuntarily lunged backwards and fled, a talisman for warding off evil starting to burn slowly in his hand, evidently sensing the presence of an evil spirit nearby.

The suddenly appeared red house gave Zhao Yu a very eerie feeling. If he hadn't consumed a Dao Fruit, he might have taken the risk to change his fate, but now he was naturally not going to make that choice.