Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 327 - Attempt at Picking

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, he didn’t dare to be careless. His expression became grave.

“Brother, you said this Heartmoon Sacred Tree bore three fruits, and two have already been picked. How did they manage to pluck them?" Chen Fan asked.

If others had succeeded in plucking two fruits, there had to be a way to pick the last one, too.

The blue-clothed youth laughed and said, “Those two are monsters on the Influential Figures Leaderboard, and they came well-prepared. They also practiced cold-attributed cultivation techniques, granting them considerable resistance to the dark nether cold waters. They both stood on this side and picked it with their primeval force.

“We tried to do the same. However, we don’t practice cold-attributed cultivation techniques, so our primeval force barely extended thirty to forty meters before solidifying into ice.

“There, you see that black-clothed youth? He’s at the ninth level and has the highest cultivation among us. He practices a fire-attributed cultivation technique and has strong resistance against the cold. Even so, his primeval force only reached seventy meters at the most before it got frozen, still far from reaching the sacred tree at thirty-some meters away.

“As for these four at the bottom of the lake, they were blinded by greed and tried to tread on the water. Unfortunately, the lake could freeze even Core Formation realm experts, not to mention Yuanfu realm martial artists.

“Now, everyone knows how dangerous this place is, so the weaker martial artists don’t want to try. Even if they did, they\'d undoubtedly make extensive preparations and have a companion for safety. Consequently, we don’t see as many accidents as before now.”

Chen Fan nodded. Plucking the Heartmoon Sacred Fruit wasn\'t simple; therefore, many observers refrained from taking action.

That young woman wanted to see Chen Fan make a fool of himself. She urged from the side, “Didn’t you say you want to give it a try? Why aren’t you making a move?”

Chen Fan glanced at the woman, a hint of frostiness in his eyes.

Based on her clothing, he could tell that she came from the same sect as Meng Chong and He Changzai—the Cloud Heaven Palace.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Fan resolved to try to pluck the fruit.

If he could consume this Heartmoon Sacred Fruit, he would advance to the eighth level, and his strength would skyrocket. At that time, he wouldn’t be as powerless as before to retaliate against an Illusory Core realm expert like Xue Tianhe.”

“I’ll give it a try, then.”

Chen Fan stepped forward and stood at the edge of the lake.

At the side, the young woman let out a low sneer, the contempt in her eyes becoming increasingly clearer and thicker.

So many people here, including several at the eighth level, had tried and failed. What could someone at merely the seventh level do?

The blue-clothed youth’s mouth twitched, no longer trying to dissuade him.

After all, not everyone could resist the temptation of the Heartmoon Sacred Fruit. Unsurprisingly, Chen Fan held a hint of fantasy in his heart.

The blue-clothed youth also used to be like that.

Chen Fan ignored that young woman and reached out with his right hand, channeling a wisp of pure primeval force toward the tree at the lake\'s center.

His primeval force was like a strand of thin silk flying over the lake\'s surface.

Ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Thirty-five meters.

......

Everyone nearby watched in astonishment as Chen Fan maneuvered his primeval force over the lake.

Some seventh-level martial artists had previously tried to do the same, but their primeval force had frozen after traveling around thirty meters. Chen Fan had maneuvered his primeval force for thirty-five meters, and he was still going.

“This guy is not simple. Thirty meters is the limit for ordinary experts at the seventh level, but he has already surpassed forty meters.”

“Heavens, it’s already fifty meters.”

“F-fifty meters! Only those at the eighth level can reach that far. That means he’s as strong as them.”

“......”

The sacred lake served as a gauge of one\'s strength. The distance one\'s primeval force could reach revealed their prowess.

Chen Fan, with his seventh-level cultivation, had managed to maneuver his primeval force for fifty meters. That left many surprised.

That young woman from the Cloud Heaven Palace was also shocked. She was at the early stage of the eighth level. Her primeval force had only traveled fifty meters before freezing. Didn’t that mean Chen Fan was as strong as her?

She was surprised, but her contempt still hadn’t died down.

Let alone fifty meters, even if he could maneuver it for ninety meters, it would be all for naught if he failed to pluck the Heartmoon Sacred Fruit from the tree.

Chen Fan had already sensed that his wisp of primeval force had started freezing under the dark nether cold waters’ cold energy. He could hear cracking noises.

At seventy meters, he couldn’t maneuver it as quickly; eventually, he couldn’t move it at all. It solidified into a rod and fell into the water with a splash.

“It can freeze primeval force, indeed.” Chen Fan furrowed his brow.

Although he failed to pick the fruit, no one around laughed at him.

Instead, a strange light shone in many people’s eyes. When they looked at Chen Fan, there was now a hint of respect in their gazes.

Only those at the ninth level could maneuver their primeval force for seventy meters, but someone at the seventh level had done the same. This was enough to show that the purity of his primeval force far surpassed everyone present.

“Amazing, it actually flew seventy meters out. That’s comparable to a ninth-level Yuanfu realm expert!”

“His primeval force is very pure, and it also carries a hint of the powers of lightning. It’s very unusual.”

“It seems he’s a genius who can fight against those above his cultivation level. He’s not simple. I wonder which sect’s disciple is he.”

“......”

“Brother, I must admit, I didn\'t expect you to maneuver your primeval force for seventy meters. Impressive.” The blue-clothed youth laughed.

The young woman’s mocking voice rang out as she said, “Hoho, what use is that? If he can\'t reach the fruit, it\'s all for naught, even if he can extend it to ninety-nine meters."

Chen Fan frowned and shot a glance at that young woman.

“What, did I say something wrong?” she retorted, raising an eyebrow with a cold smile.

"Ignorant," Chen Fan said icily.

“You...”

The woman became angry, but the angry look immediately disappeared, and she crossed her arms. “Hmph, I can’t be bothered arguing with you. This Heartmoon Sacred Fruit doesn’t belong to you. I already notified Senior Brother Qiu Beihai; only he can pick this Heartmoon Sacred Fruit.”

The nearby crowd’s expressions immediately changed.