Chapter 8

Huang Xiaolong looked at the few Yang Fruits on the mountain wall, his eyes glowing with intense heat, his throat moving slightly, then he looked at the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey. He finally understood what this little guy meant by bringing him here.

These few Yang Fruits were growing about twenty to thirty meters up the mountain wall. The little guy probably wanted to eat them but couldn't reach, so it called him over to help pick them?

"Little guy, are you asking me to come over and help you pick these Yang Fruits?" Huang Xiaolong asked.

"Zhi zhi zhi!" The Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey's eyes lit up with joy, nodding continuously.

Huang Xiaolong smiled. This little guy was quite cute. He turned his head and looked at the Yang Fruits growing about twenty meters up the mountain wall, then scanned the surroundings.

The mountain wall was smooth, almost a straight vertical ascent, with very little foothold. Picking the Yang Fruits from about twenty meters up was no easy task, at least not for the current Huang Xiaolong.

After a while, Huang Xiaolong leaped up, reaching about four to five meters high. His right hand formed a claw, and his inner strength burst forth, plunging into the mountain wall. The mountain wall was extremely hard, and with Huang Xiaolong's current inner strength, even with full force, his fingers only sank a small section into the mountain, but it was enough to support his small body hanging in mid-air.

Then, Huang Xiaolong's left hand formed a claw and plunged into the mountain wall, stabilizing his body. He then repeated the process, climbing step by step toward the Yang Fruits.

Each step required Huang Xiaolong to use his inner strength to support himself, making it extremely strenuous. By the time he reached about ten meters high, Huang Xiaolong was already panting, his speed slowing down.

The Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey, which had been chirping excitedly on the ground, fell silent, its light blue eyes filled with worry as it stared at Huang Xiaolong, who seemed to be on the verge of falling at any moment.

Under the watchful eyes of the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey, Huang Xiaolong's small and slender body finally reached the Yang Fruits about twenty meters up the mountain wall. Huang Xiaolong's eyes lit up with joy as he looked at the five Yang Fruits in front of him. He took out a small piece of cloth he had prepared, picked each fruit, and wrapped them carefully. Then he leaped down toward the ground.

In mid-air, Huang Xiaolong's feet touched the mountain wall several times, landing safely on the ground.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong successfully pick the Yang Fruits, the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey chirped happily, dancing around with extreme joy. After a while, it stopped and stared intently at the Yang Fruits in Huang Xiaolong's hand, looking eager.

"Little guy, catch." Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but smile, then he threw two Yang Fruits over. The Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey leaped up, catching the two Yang Fruits with both hands, chirped happily to Huang Xiaolong, and then sat down, stuffing the two Yang Fruits into its mouth, sitting cross-legged to absorb the Yang Fruits' spiritual energy.

Watching the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey absorb the Yang Fruits' spiritual energy, Huang Xiaolong was not surprised. Most spirit beasts could cultivate on their own, and the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey was an elite among spirit beasts.

Seeing the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey absorb the Yang Fruits' spiritual energy, Huang Xiaolong scanned the surroundings of the valley, ensuring it was safe, then sat down cross-legged, took out a Yang Fruit, and swallowed it, then began to circulate the Profound Green Technique to absorb the Yang Fruits' spiritual energy.

As the Yang Fruits' spiritual energy spread throughout Huang Xiaolong's body, soon, clusters of Nine Yang Qi appeared around him. Nine Yang Qi was one of the purest and highest-quality fire attributes in the world.

Wrapped in the Nine Yang Qi, Huang Xiaolong felt extremely comfortable and warm, as if soaking in a hot spring. The martial qi in his body's meridians flowed rapidly.

Several hours passed.

Huang Xiaolong, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes. After several hours, he had finally completely refined and absorbed the spiritual energy of the Yang Fruit. Huang Xiaolong discovered that the martial qi in his body had become more than twice as thick, reaching the late Second Rank!

Originally, he estimated it would take at least another month to reach the late Second Rank, but he had easily achieved it now.

Huang Xiaolong was delighted. At this moment, a foul smell entered his nose. He looked down and saw that his skin was covered with a layer of sticky black mud. In his previous life, Huang Xiaolong had also taken similar Yang Fruits, knowing that this was the impurities from his body.

Huang Xiaolong leaped up, feeling light and refreshed. He moved his limbs and saw that the Spirit Devouring Purple Monkey was still sitting cross-legged, still refining the Yang Fruits' spiritual energy. He ignored it and walked toward the green lake in the center of the grassland.

Reaching the green lake, Huang Xiaolong took off all his clothes, put away the remaining two Yang Fruits, and with a splash, jumped into the green lake. His body was covered with sticky black mud, and he needed a good, comfortable bath.

Jumping into the green lake, Huang Xiaolong quickly washed off the dirt from his body. Just as he was about to climb out of the lake, he suddenly noticed a cold current rising from the bottom of the lake. The cold current was not large, and it would be hard to notice if not for his attention. Huang Xiaolong's heart stirred, and he dived down to the bottom of the lake.

Not long after diving into the lake, Huang Xiaolong discovered a cave entrance ahead, from which the cold current was emanating.

After a while, Huang Xiaolong reached the cave entrance and leaped inside.

Inside the cave, the walls were dry, not as damp as he had imagined. A goose-egg-sized water-repelling pearl was embedded in the cave wall.

Just this water-repelling pearl, if sold at an auction, would be worth 100,000 gold coins.

Huang Xiaolong became curious about the cave and walked along the cave passage for about ten meters, reaching a large hall over a hundred square meters wide. The hall was empty, with nothing inside, and the surroundings were clear. There were three rooms around the hall, and Huang Xiaolong walked into the first room.

The first room was also empty. Entering the second room, Huang Xiaolong was somewhat taken aback to find it equally empty.

"Damn, the third room can't be empty too, right?" Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but say.

Entering the third room, Huang Xiaolong looked inside and saw a jade bed in the room, on which lay a book made of an unknown material. Additionally, two half-meter-long black blades were hanging on the stone wall.

After a moment, Huang Xiaolong's eyes fell on the book on the jade bed, and he walked over to pick it up. The book, which looked very thin, was surprisingly heavy, making Huang Xiaolong's arm sink. He was startled; what material was this book made of to be so heavy, probably weighing twenty to thirty pounds.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the cover of the book and saw three ancient characters: "Asura Sutra." At that moment, a terrifying aura of slaughter emanated from it. Huang Xiaolong's mind buzzed, and his eyes flashed as he found himself standing on the peak of a mountain of bones, surrounded by an endless sea of blood.

Huang Xiaolong stood on the peak of the bone mountain, as if transformed into a hellish Asura.

Above the bones, terrifying spirits with blood-red mouths lunged at Huang Xiaolong. Just as the countless terrifying spirits were about to devour him, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and he found himself back in the cave room.

Although it was just a moment, Huang Xiaolong was drenched in cold sweat. He looked at the Asura Sutra in his hand with horror, but when he looked again, the scene of the sea of blood and mountain of bones did not reappear. Huang Xiaolong let out a heavy breath.

After a while, Huang Xiaolong suppressed his shock and opened the first page of the Asura Sutra with trembling hands.