“These first- and second-tier demon beasts were all summoned by those leopards. Once their underlings can't win, they'll have to go help. We just need to squat here and wait.”
Sure enough, before long, the lead Thunder-Patterned Leopard's ears suddenly perked up. It let out a low growl in the direction of the battle ahead.
The three Thunder-Patterned Leopards leapt down from the trees together, their silver-gray figures flashing through the underbrush as they dashed toward Shen Chaoyue's group.
Xue Mingzhao deactivated the Kongming Formation. Looking at the spirit field in front of her, her eyes shone with excitement.
“Senior Brother, charge! Take as much as you can, sweep it clean!” Before her voice even faded, she had already plunged headfirst into the spirit field, with Su Ye following close behind.
The two people and one bird rushed into the spirit field with immense excitement. Their posture was no different from mice falling into a rice granary.
Xue Mingzhao held a stalk of Dragon Scale Grass in her left hand and a Dew-Condensing Flower in her right, wishing she could grow four hands to grab everything at once.
Su Ye followed behind her, equally thrilled. These weren't just spiritual plants; they were spirit stones! They were truly hitting the jackpot this time!
Even the Cloud-Gazing Finch dived down from mid-air, stuffing spirit fruits into its mouth while simultaneously hoarding them in its spirit beast bag, its cheeks puffing up like two round balls.
The three bandits swept through the spirit field like a whirlwind, leaving not even a single leaf in their wake.
Outside the mystic realm, a dead silence fell over the Floating Light Array Disk.
Chen Shouzhuo stared at the spirit field that had suddenly appeared on the screen, unable to help but frown. “When did the Qingyu Mystic Realm have such a large spirit field? With all the times it opened in the past, I've never seen any disciple find so many spiritual plants inside.”
Huang Siqi and Li Chengzong's faces darkened at the same time.
“Which sect do those two belong to? Our disciples are fighting on the front lines, yet they have the audacity to go in and reap the rewards so joyfully! Absolutely shameless!” Huang Siqi's voice squeezed through his teeth.
Li Chengzong's expression was not much better. After holding it in for a long time, he finally spat out, “What a bunch of fools. They're fighting tooth and nail out front, only to let those two slip through the cracks and pick an entire field of spiritual plants for free.”
Hearing this, Huang Siqi grew even angrier. “Who are you calling a fool? If your Flowing Cloud Sect hadn't insisted on picking a fight by the stream, our Heavenly Origin Sect would have already gone in and harvested it!”
Li Chengzong sneered. “You can't put it that way. Your Heavenly Origin Sect was the one who accepted the bet.”
In the corner, Wu Lianfeng stared at the spirit field on the screen, then looked at his own Taiyan Sect disciples, who were still chasing first-tier demon beasts outside. He sighed inwardly at their lack of ambition.
Why did those two have such good luck? Why couldn't his disciples learn from them and sneak in to take a look? What was the point of chasing those few first-tier demon beasts outside?
Xie Huairen smiled and said, “Junior Brother, those two disciples of yours clearly have real capability. While others are still fighting and killing out front, they've already secured the best things.”
Su Mingyuan maintained a calm smile on his face, waving his hand dismissively. “Haha, just good luck, just good luck.”
Inside the mystic realm, the two groups had just cleared the last few demon beasts. Before they could even catch their breath, the bushes in front of them shook violently.
Three Thunder-Patterned Leopards, each twice the size of a wild boar, slowly stepped out. Purple lightning patterns rippled across their silver-gray fur, and every step of their claws left a charred print on the ground.
The one leading the pack raised its head, its cold gaze slowly sweeping across all the cultivators present.
Alarm bells instantly rang in everyone's minds.
The one with the highest cultivation among them was Yun Yanchen, at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.
Yet, any single one of the three Thunder-Patterned Leopards before them possessed strength comparable to a cultivator at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. The leader had likely even touched the threshold of the Golden Core realm.
Yun Yanchen and Xiao Jinghe exchanged a glance. Though they had been arguing fiercely by the stream earlier, they reached a consensus now without needing a single word.
If these three demon beasts didn't die, they would either have to crush their jade plaques and get kicked out, or die here.
At this point, they could only cooperate first and divide the demon beasts' inner cores based on their own abilities afterward.
The two groups temporarily set aside their differences and joined forces to deal with the three Thunder-Patterned Leopards.
Meanwhile, Xue Mingzhao and Su Ye had been working tirelessly for nearly an hour, yet they had harvested less than a quarter of the spirit field.
By the time Shen Chaoyue and the others finished their fight, they probably wouldn't be able to harvest much more.
“Senior Brother, pick the most expensive ones!” Xue Mingzhao spoke rapidly.
Su Ye held a handful of spiritual herbs, a rare look of bewilderment appearing on his face. “...I don't know how to choose.”
Xue Mingzhao turned to look at the Cloud-Gazing Finch squatting nearby, its belly stuffed round. She pointed toward Su Ye. “Yun-zai, go help my senior brother. Pick the ones with the longest years and the highest value. If you choose well, I'll give you an extra meal later.”
The Cloud-Gazing Finch was so full it could barely fly. It let out a loud burp, flapped its wings with difficulty to land on Su Ye's shoulder, and precisely pointed its wingtip at one spiritual plant after another, chirping in short bursts to direct his movements.
While her hands never stopped moving, Xue Mingzhao couldn't help but sigh in her heart: This is all thanks to the female lead's luck. Looking at these spiritual plants, each one was brimming with spiritual energy and vibrant vitality. They were at least hundreds if not thousands of years old, having absorbed who knew how much of the mystic realm's natural essence to grow to this state.
She plucked another plump, round spirit fruit. Its skin gleamed with a lustrous sheen, and its sweet fragrance was incredibly enticing.
She suddenly thought of Mu Tianqing's cloud-patterned white deer. If that fellow were here, its four hooves probably wouldn't even be able to move. It wouldn't stop until it had stripped this entire spirit field bare.
Speaking of the cloud-patterned white deer...
When she entered the spirit field earlier, she had caught a glimpse of a group of dusty little creatures huddled in the nearby bushes. They looked like Medicine-Harvesting Mice.
This kind of demon beast was naturally skilled at finding and harvesting spiritual plants and fruits, with a sense of smell sharper than a dog's. They specifically targeted those with sufficient years and excellent quality. Unfortunately, their combat strength was basically zero.
Since this spirit field had been guarded by the Thunder-Patterned Leopards for a long time, they had only dared to linger longingly around the periphery, unable to eat even a single bite.
A sudden idea struck Xue Mingzhao, and she gestured for the Cloud-Gazing Finch to come over.
“You're both beasts. Can those Medicine-Harvesting Mice understand you?”
The Cloud-Gazing Finch glared at her in displeasure, slapping her hand with its wing. What do you mean, “beasts”? It was a spirit beast!
But it still answered her question, nodding its head with a proud, haughty look.
Delighted, Xue Mingzhao leaned in and whispered a few words in its ear.
After listening, the Cloud-Gazing Finch tilted its head in thought, then turned and flew toward the edge of the spirit field, its wings flapping much more briskly than before.
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