Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chapter 712: Chapter 401 The Assault

Xunmu Cave Heaven.

An elderly Spirit Human approached, measuring the earth with his steps. He walked upon the ground, yet his aged eyes seemed capable of piercing through nothingness, glimpsing the sceneries of the world in all directions.

He was the Spiritual Ancestor of the Spirit People Race.

“Everyone has entered, haven’t they…”

The Spiritual Ancestor’s eyes flickered with a cold light. He was in no hurry to make a move, as a large number of Grandmasters had entered the Xunmu Cave Heaven, forming multiple teams. If he merely stopped one team and engaged them in a great battle, it would be of little significance.

Since the Forbidden Land now had a successor to guard it, he was no longer worried about the Tree Heart Forbidden Land being attacked. He had plenty of time to slowly observe these Grandmaster teams, looking for an opportunity and a weak spot. Ideally, he could kill multiple people in a row, shattering the entire team to pieces, thus leading to a one-sided pursuit and kill.

Just like that.

The Spiritual Ancestor stopped in his tracks, his hand lightly resting on a section of the exposed root system of the Xunmu tree, sensing the situations in various places. After an unknown period, his eyes suddenly sparkled as he directed his gaze toward a certain direction underground.

After squinting slightly, he stepped forward and completely vanished on the spot.

…

Underground.

A large settlement.

Chen Mu gazed ahead, wandering with his hands behind his back. There were no excess movements, but every step he took caused a surge of the Power of Taiyin to spread, leading to frost extending from beneath his feet as far as the eye could see.

Whether it was the Spirit People Race who charged at him in anger or those who panicked, trying to form a resistance group, they were all frozen in their tracks by the spreading frost, resulting in an endless winter landscape wherever his eyes traveled.

Chen Mu had no interest in a massacre.

But neither did he trouble himself.

All he needed was the Xunmu Spirit Liquid. He was indifferent to killing or not. He couldn’t be bothered to chase after those Spirit People Race who had fled far away, and those who tried to resist were simply crushed along the way.

Continuing his forceful advance, he arrived at the center of the large settlement, which was also encircled by an extremely thick root system emitting a faint green luminescence. At its base, there was a Spirit Pool filled with clear waters of a Spiritual Spring. The springwater was in itself extraordinary, containing a trace of Spiritual Power. Ordinary people who drank from it over a long period could strengthen their bodies and keep all illnesses at bay.

However, such things no longer impressed Chen Mu.

He arrived directly in front of a section of the Xunmu root system.

This Xunmu root system was actually extremely tough, especially those that were special and very thick. They contained a tumultuous Xunmu force inside. Even if a Grandmaster in the Six Viscera Realm made a full-force blow, they might not leave any mark on it. Even Grandmasters like Yan Zhengyang had to join forces and strike multiple times before they could break it open.

Chen Mu looked at the Xunmu root system before him, and with just a rough sense, he could feel the surging Spiritual Power within. Yet he didn’t care much, nor did he even draw a weapon. He simply lifted his right hand and thrust it forward.

Splat!!

The Xunmu root system, which required full-force repeated strikes from the likes of Yan Zhengyang to cause it to rupture, was pierced directly by Chen Mu’s bare hand as if it were made of paper, his entire right hand sinking into the root system.

The moment his arm penetrated the root system, Chen Mu immediately sensed the rich Spiritual Power that infused it, spreading up and down the root.

He had previously seen Yan Hong and others extracting Wood Spirit Liquid, and now trying it himself for the first time, he found it as familiar as an old routine. With just a thought, torrents of Yuan Gang surged into the root system, spreading like a net, gathering the streaming Spiritual Power inside, causing it to clump together in clusters.

In just a few breaths.

Pop.

Chen Mu’s right hand pulled out from the Xunmu root system, carrying a ball of green Spiritual Liquid in his palm.

Having extracted this ball of Xunmu Spirit Liquid from the root system, the roots that had a faint green glow quickly dimmed, and their entire surface appeared to wither significantly, along with the Spirit Spring below turning dull.

“Not bad.”

Chen Mu assessed briefly.

This ball of Xunmu Spirit Liquid weighed a little over three liang, more than the amount Yan Hong had previously extracted.

It wasn’t that this section of Xunmu roots was much sturdier; rather, extracting Xunmu Spirit Liquid required contending with the Xunmu force. His techniques were naturally far superior to those of Yan Hong. If Yan Hong could at most extract up to sixty to seventy percent of the Xunmu Spirit Liquid from a section of root, Chen Mu could almost extract ninety-nine percent!

Casting a glance around, Chen Mu did not linger. He collected the ball of Xunmu Spirit Liquid and continued to explore deeper.

Following the extensive network of underground caves, he delved dozens of miles deep, passing several small settlements along the way. Suddenly, Chen Mu sensed something, directing his gaze toward a certain spot ahead. There was no pathway; it was a closed dead end.

Nevertheless, Chen Mu didn’t stop but went straight forward. His entire being, as if dematerializing, passed through the thick layer of soil and continued hundreds of feet, where a robust section of root suddenly appeared, buried deep in the soil layers, glowing with faint luminescence, containing a Xunmu force even more intense than the root system surrounding the previous large settlement.

“Very good.”

Looking at the luminescent Xunmu root system before him, Chen Mu nodded slightly.

His senses hadn’t misled him.

The Xunmu root system stretched throughout the underground, intertwining in a complex network. In theory, all roots could be squeezed for Xunmu Spirit Liquid, but those finer and non-special juncture roots could yield just a few drops even when he extracted them.