Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 208 - 125: The Cultivation Realm Is Thriving!

Chapter 208: Chapter 125: The Cultivation Realm Is Thriving!
With just one drop of Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk, a cultivator newly initiated in the First Tier of the Body Tempering Realm can be directly elevated to the Fourth Tier of the Separation and Reunion Realm, saving ten years of arduous cultivation without any side effects.
The young cultivators watched Master Huian’s porcelain bottle with burning eyes; if they could defeat him, they would have already taken it by force.
Even those Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators fixed their glowing eyes on the old monk.
They were gravely injured by Zhao Yi’s guards and had been worried about being unable to protect their sect juniors in an imminent battle with the Dragon Race.
But now that’s changed.
Just one drop of Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk could heal their injuries.
Then they could not only protect their sect juniors, but perhaps even kill a few dragons to bring back to their sects.
After all, those are dragons—such a good opportunity has never existed before!
Old monk Hui An understand the situation well.
Although he really wanted to keep all the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk for himself, a death match with the Dragon Race was imminent.
If he didn’t give the Spiritual Milk to those people, it would not only diminish their elite combat force but also lead to internal discord.
Before the Dragon Race even arrived, infighting among the cultivation sects might break out.
Realizing this, the old monk opened the porcelain bottle swiftly.
Since he had decided to give it, he could not pretend otherwise, or those people might hold a grudge against him.
Once the porcelain bottle was opened, an exceedingly rich spiritual energy burst forth.
The old monk was instantly invigorated, feeling the cultivation bottleneck that troubled him for many years suddenly shift.
The old monk’s grip on the bottle tightened.
His mind was chaotic, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.
If he could consume all the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk in the bottle, his cultivation would surely advance another level.
"Master Huian!"
The Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivator from the Sword Sect felt disgruntled seeing the old monk sniffing at the spiritual energy but not giving the Treasure Medicine to him.
The Sword Sect cultivators focus on sword training rather than body training; those in the Tier Nine Saint King Realm among them had the weakest physiques and were most severely injured.
The battle with the Dragon Race was about to commence, and the dragons were famously thick-skinned and tough. The Sword Sect inherently held no advantage against them, and now the old monk was wasting their precious healing time.
Were it not for the poor timing, he would very much like to sword that old baldy right then!
Other Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators looked just as displeased seeing the old monk hesitate.
On one hand, they were eager to heal.
On the other hand, they all saw that the old monk wished to hoard the Treasure Medicine for himself.
This bald dog had already turned against them before, and now it seemed he wanted to privately seize the life-saving medicine.
They all harbor deadly intent toward him!
The sight left the young disciples from various sects exchanging uneasy glances.
"What’s Master Huian doing?"
"Shouldn’t he hurry and heal my master?"
"Master Huian isn’t planning to pocket the Treasure Medicine, is he?"
"Isn’t it obvious already?!"
"The old monk’s truly up to no good. Earlier he even turned against my grandmaster!"
"Isn’t Little Leiyin Temple supposed to be the source of the Buddhist Sect? Did Buddha only teach you to be two-faced, cunning and greedy?"
The abusive and speculative chatter around them grew louder, and although the old monk was reluctant, surrounded by this torrent of talk, he reluctantly distributed the Treasure Medicine to those Tier Nine Saint King Realm powerhouses.
Humph!
The Sword Sect’s Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivator took a drip of the medicine from him, snorted coldly, and sat cross-legged on the ground to start refining the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk to heal.
The expressions on the other Tier Nine Saint King Realm cultivators were no better.
The Four Seas Dragon Race was approaching quickly, and the old monk had delayed their crucial healing time.
If they managed to survive today, they would settle this grudge with the old monk properly!
After giving each of them a drop of the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk, the old monk didn’t mention how much was left inside and directly stashed the porcelain bottle into his bosom.
Seeing this, those Tier Nine Saint King Realm powerhouses looked even more displeased.
Clearly, there was more Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk left in the bottle.
If the old monk wouldn’t give the medicine entirely for their healing and was instead hiding it away for himself, what was the difference between him and a beast?
The young disciples around them also wore unpleasant expressions, their gazes towards the old monk were filled with disdain.
Old monk Hui An didn’t mind the odd looks from those young disciples.
His chance for a breakthrough lay with the porcelain bottle.
He considered it quite generous to give each of them one drop.
If it weren’t for the significant enemy at hand, those people would have gotten nothing!
The monks from Little Leiyin Temple formed a cohesive group, standing staunchly behind the old monk.
Facing accusations from other sect disciples, these monks remained unfazed, calmly chanting scriptures, as if the old monk had done nothing significant, instead detesting the sensational reactions of other sect disciples.
Zhao Yi sat in the Imperial Carriage, Huang Ying was beside him peeling fruits, feeding him bit by bit.
Yao Zhi and Linglong waited upon them nearby.
Watching the circus in the Martial Arts Arena, Yao Zhi feigned ignorance and asked, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, do you think those sects will win, or will the Four Seas Dragon Race ultimately triumph?"
Zhao Yi took a bite of fruit and said casually, "The Four Seas Dragon Race will triumph."
Yao Zhi immediately responded, "Your Highness indeed has keen insight! Do you believe that these cultivation sects of the realm are disunited, scheming against each other even in the face of a common enemy, nothing more than a heap of scattered sand? Therefore, when facing the united Dragon Race, it will be impossible for them to succeed!"
Having finished, Yao Zhi’s eyes sparkled as he asked, "Your Highness, did you deliberately give them the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk? Was it to incite internal conflict among the cultivators of the realm, thereby depleting their combat power?"
Zhao Yi shook his head, "No."
Yao Zhi was momentarily dazed, then respectfully said, "I am ignorant, please instruct me, Your Highness!"
Zhao Yi took a sip of Monkey Wine that Huang Ying brought for rinsing his mouth, and said indifferently, "The reason I gave them the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Milk is that I genuinely want them to heal, so the battle will be more spectacular."
Having said this, Zhao Yi took another bite of fruit, languidly stating, "The reason I said the Dragon Race would win is because the cultivation sects must lose!"
If those sects didn’t lose, how would Zhao Yi have an excuse to wipe them out cleanly?
If these sects weren’t obliterated, where would the Dragon Race of the Four Seas be installed when migrating onto the land?
If the Four Seas Dragon Race didn’t come ashore, how would Xuanzhen Temple and the Imperial Clan Court go about confiscating the properties?
All of that belonged to Zhao Yi!
Yao Zhi naturally couldn’t think that far ahead.
Upon hearing Zhao Yi say the cultivation sects must lose, his eyes flickered brightly.
The pie in the cultivation realm was only so big.
Though the Yao Race had obtained a considerable amount of resources relying on the Great Xia Zhao Clan, who would complain about having too many good things?
If those major sects in the cultivation realm were all eradicated, the resources in the cultivation realm would need to be redistributed.
The Yao Race might even have the chance to rise to become a top-tier noble family!
Thinking about this, Yao Zhi’s eyes began to shine.
He turned to look at the sect disciples still arguing in the Martial Arts Arena, a flicker of murderous intent swiftly passing through his eyes.
"Let’s hope the Dragon Race isn’t too incompetent!"
With that in mind, Yao Zhi signaled Linglong beside him with his eyes.
Linglong frowned slightly, but still followed Yao Zhi to a side.
"What is it?" Linglong grumbled discontentedly, "I still have to attend to His Highness, so don’t bother me if it isn’t important!"
"It’s serious business!" Yao Zhi glanced around, seeing that no one was paying attention, he whispered, "I heard there’s a poison expert by the Crown Prince’s side, do you know her well?"
Linglong was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Are you talking about Xiaoxiao? Why, do you have business with her?"
Yao Zhi nodded, then leaned close to Linglong’s ear and explained his plan.
Linglong’s eyes widened instantly.
She looked at Yao Zhi in shock, "I always thought you were a cowardly, shameless creature, who knew you had such nerve and a heart so sinister?"
Yao Zhi’s old face darkened, he reached out and gave her a knock, retorting unkindly, "Watch your tongue!"
Then, seriously he asked, "Do you think this plan is feasible?"
Linglong pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly.
"I’ve seen Xiaoxiao’s poisoning skills; killing those sect’s disciples and the Dragon Race from the Four Seas shouldn’t be an issue."
Yao Zhi clapped his hands, "Then there’s no problem!"
Linglong hesitated, "But what about His Highness..."
"What His Highness?" Yao Zhi interrupted her directly, "It’s the Dragon Race using poison, what does it have to do with the Crown Prince?"
Linglong paused, "What if it’s the sects who win?"
"Whoever wins, it’s the Dragon Race using poison!"
Yao Zhi righteously declared, "Every one of our human cultivators is honorable and upright, above such base methods, only the dastardly Dragon Race would use poison! Those beasts courting disaster would end up poisoning themselves, this is the heaven’s vengeance!"
Linglong: "... No wonder you’re the patriarch!"
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