Plant VS Cultivation

Chapter 228 - 228 – Don’t Disturb My Low Profile

"Another image has appeared—where did Lin Wu just go?"As Lin Wu picked up his identity token again, his figure reappeared on the water screen. Everyone was puzzled by his sudden disappearance just now.

Only those from the Demonic Sect knew exactly what Gu Mo had been doing.

"Stay farther away from that Lin Wu," one of the Demonic Sect's high-ranking figures instructed the genius disciple who possessed the puppet avatar. They hadn't expected that even at such a great distance, he could still be discovered.

But abandoning their surveillance of Gu Mo was absolutely impossible. Apart from helping other Demonic Sect geniuses avoid this fierce god, the more important reason was that once their true disciples had grown strong enough, they needed to be able to locate him immediately and eliminate him.

"Yes."

The Demonic Sect genius with the puppet avatar nodded.

Just now, he had been badly startled. He had concealed himself to the utmost of his ability, yet he had still been discovered. Fortunately, capturing him would not be so easy for Lin Wu.

After all, every move of Lin Wu's was displayed on the water screen. Ambushing him was impossible unless Lin Wu discarded his identity token—but the moment his image vanished from the screen, the puppet avatar would immediately retreat.

"Lin Wu isn't going to strike?"

When Gu Mo's avatar reappeared on the water screen, he was shown sitting cross-legged beside the silver treasure chest, not intending to attack the Demonic Sect genius. This left the onlookers puzzled.

"Didn't you see that the little girl from Yin-Yang Sword Sect is already about to finish off that Demonic Sect brat? Lin Wu doesn't need to lift a finger." At this moment, someone shifted the projection to Ming Yueyue.

"No one would have thought that the Yin-Yang Sword Sect's seemingly frail little girl could fight with such madness." As more and more images switched over to Ming Yueyue, her frenzied battle style left the crowd clicking their tongues in amazement.

"Damn it!"

Forced into retreat again and again by Ming Yueyue, the Demonic Sect genius was filled with frustration. By rights, his strength and foundation were no weaker than hers. Unfortunately, he had no proper weapon in hand, while she possessed a flying sword.

When two cultivators were evenly matched in strength and foundation, the quality of their treasures and equipment became the decisive factor.

"I'm done playing with you!"

Realizing that if he continued, he would be hacked to death by this lunatic girl, the Demonic Sect genius decisively took out his identity token, intending to withdraw from the Heavenly Chosen Battle.

There might be many treasures in this competition, but no treasure was worth more than one's life.

Buzz!

Yet just as he produced the token, a brilliant sword light flashed by and cut him down instantly—Lin Wu had acted.

Gu Mo had no intention of letting a Demonic Sect genius walk away. Since he was marked for death by the Demonic Sect, then naturally, every one of their geniuses was marked for death by him.

"Outrageous—he really leaves no one alive!"

Outside the battlefield, the Demonic Sect cultivators were enraged. Some roared out immediately: "Our geniuses must kill every single one of the righteous sect brats as well!"

"How laughable. Didn't everyone enter this Heavenly Chosen Battle with the very same intention—to wipe the other side out?" a righteous sect cultivator sneered in reply.

"Hmph, once our true disciples have the time to act, you'll be the ones crying." The Demonic Sect refused to back down. They couldn't fight here, but trading insults was fair game.

While the outside world erupted in noise, Gu Mo's avatar remained calm. After he killed that Demonic Sect genius, no one else dared come near.

When one full hour passed, the glow on the silver chest vanished, and the chest opened on its own.

Gu Mo was curious to see what treasures it held. He had heard that for this Heavenly Chosen Battle, both the righteous and demonic sides had put up many valuable items.

Click!

As Gu Mo opened the chest, a rush of dense spiritual energy surged out. Inside was a fourth-rank spiritual herb—none other than a principal ingredient for refining the Nascent Soul Pill.

This was no ordinary find. A primary material for the Nascent Soul Pill was worth several times more than any other fourth-rank spiritual herb. Any Golden Core cultivator who saw it would be ecstatic.

Of course, Gu Mo was an exception. His breakthrough did not require a Nascent Soul Pill. Besides, he already had a full set of ingredients for one.

Aside from that main herb, the chest also contained a few other treasures, but none came close in value.

"Take the rest."

Gu Mo glanced at the remaining items—there were a flying sword, talismans, and a few pills. Their grade wasn't high, but the collection was complete enough to quickly arm a cultivator.

His avatar already carried far better things from his true body, so naturally, he had no interest.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lin!"

Ming Yueyue beamed as she collected the treasures. With these, she could now bring out her full combat power.

"Senior Brother Lin, where are we going next?" she asked after stowing everything.

"Don't follow me. It'll be too dangerous." Gu Mo shook his head. He had no intention of taking her along. Though the girl's strength was decent, what he might soon face were the Demonic Sect's true disciples—and that would be far too dangerous for her.

"I'm not afraid of danger. As a sword cultivator, how could I shrink back because of risk?" Ming Yueyue's eyes glowed with fervor; clearly, her streak of madness had flared up again.

"Senior Brother Lin, if anything happens, you don't need to worry about me," she said earnestly. "I won't be your burden."

"As you wish."

Since she insisted, Gu Mo didn't press further. If a battle came that demanded his full attention, he certainly wouldn't risk himself to save her.

"This little girl might truly stumble upon a great chance."

The sight of Ming Yueyue following Lin Wu was broadcast clearly on the water screen. Many outside felt that she had indeed encountered a great opportunity.

After all, in the Heavenly Chosen Battle, having a powerhouse lead the way meant that even the crumbs they left behind were enough to fill one's belly.

Of course, following a powerhouse also meant facing much greater dangers.

"Forget Lin Wu for now. Find Gu Mo as quickly as possible!"

On the Demonic Sect's side, realizing they could do nothing about this Lin Wu of the Grand Yan Sword Sect in the short term, they switched to another task: killing Gu Mo and seizing his soul.

With that, they hoped to lure out his master, Qi Chunde—the very one who had drawn down a unique heavenly tribulation—and test exactly what hidden means he possessed.

If they could ambush him and kill him outright, that would be best.

Meanwhile, in a cave on the island—

Gu Mo stretched lazily, looking at the pills in his hand with satisfaction. The medicinal herbs he had gathered from ordinary chests earlier had all been refined into pills.

Such tedious alchemy was hardly worth anyone's attention, so Gu Mo casually tossed his identity token into the Black Mist Space, preparing to relocate.

He had no intention of staying in one spot long enough for the Demonic Sect to track him down. Though he did not fear them, one avatar flaunting his power outside was already more than enough.his powerful.

"It's that Gu Mo. Who would've thought he'd have such formidable healing arts. This fight might not be decided yet."

That Gu Mo knew healing arts surprised no one—his profile clearly marked him as a true spirit planter. A spirit planter having restorative spells was perfectly natural. That his spells were stronger than expected? Well, he was a prodigy. If his healing was no different from an ordinary planter, would he even qualify as one?

While outsiders praised Gu Mo's astonishing technique, Ding Shiyan, the one receiving it, understood better. That was no ordinary Rejuvenation Spell. Within it pulsed two distinct forces: one brimming with boundless vitality, the other blazing like the sun.

The former mended her injuries with speed beyond belief, while the latter burned away the demonic corruption.

"Impossible! That was the Corpse-Rotting Curse—how could it be dispelled so easily?"

The demonic prodigy who had struck her turned grim. As a proud disciple of the Corpse Sect, he cultivated a supreme art, and the Corpse-Rotting Curse was one of its innate offensive methods.

Anyone struck by it would rapidly rot away, ultimately becoming a corpse slave under his control.

Even against cultivators of equal rank, the curse would weaken them severely. Yet here, it had been instantly wiped out.

"I'll hold off that Shennong Valley girl. You kill Gu Mo!" said the other demonic prodigy. The root of the problem was obvious—their target was Gu Mo. As long as he died, it was over.

"Got it!"

At once, the two split their focus.

Ding Shiyan was dragged into a duel and clearly had no chance to rush to Gu Mo's aid in time.

"Sigh… Why is it so hard to just stay low-key?"

Watching the demonic prodigy charging at him, Gu Mo could only feel helpless.

"Junior Brother Gu Mo, run!"

Seeing one of the enemies lunging at him, Ding Shiyan panicked and shouted for him to activate his token and escape.

"Too late!"

The demonic cultivator sneered. Since they had chosen to target Gu Mo, of course they had already prepared a way to prevent him from using his token.

But as his gaze locked on Gu Mo's calm expression, his grin faltered. There was no fear in Gu Mo's eyes, no sign he was reaching for his token to flee. He only stood there, staring back with a placid look.

And that serene gaze sent a chill crawling over the demonic cultivator's skin.

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