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The massive body of the Yi Hong She lunged down in an instant, creating a thunderous crash as dirt flew everywhere, and the surrounding vegetation was instantly destroyed.
Seeing this scene, Yun Fan felt a pang of regret; these were his resources. Without hesitation, his eyes glinted coldly as he unleashed his spiritual power from the Dantian, revealing his cultivation at True Realm Level Seven.
An overwhelming aura emanated from him, comparable to some newly emerged Xuanjing Cultivators. Thunder Power enveloped his Sword Body as he executed the Falling Feather Sword Technique.
Dozens of Thunder Sword Lights erupted with terrifying might, instantly hurtling towards the Yi Hong She before him. The Yi Hong She's eyes turned blood-red, its fangs bared in a menacing display as its scales stood on end. It twisted its massive body, attempting to shatter the incoming sword shadows.
The sound of explosions echoed continuously as dozens of sword shadows pierced through the Yi Hong She, blood splattering everywhere. The enormous serpent swayed slightly before crashing down with a thud, showing no further signs of life.
Yun Fan quickly approached the fallen beast, his blade gleaming coldly as he sliced open its head and retrieved the Third-Stage Early Monster within. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips; this Third Tier beast was already the size of a jujube, nearly twice that of a Second-Stage Beast, with an even more substantial amount of spiritual power inside.
With practiced skill, he continued to extract the Snake Skin and Snake Gallbladder, stuffing them all into his storage bag. Once finished, he looked up at the Yang Tree above him, his eyes filled with fervor.
He swiftly maneuvered and bounced on the treetop a few times before plucking the bright red fruit from it. Holding the enticing Yang Guo in his hand and inhaling its fragrant aroma made Yun Fan feel invigorated.
Suddenly, the Yang Guo tree began to wither at an alarming rate, leaving behind a pile of debris on the ground. He realized that it would take another thousand years for it to bear fruit again and couldn't help but sigh at this thought.
No wonder this fruit was worth its weight in gold; if auctioned off, it could fetch a significant amount of resources—enough for him to greatly enhance his cultivation. However, Yun Fan dared not take this treasure out for sale.
Even the Treasure Pavilion would kill for such a prize; after all, it was far too precious to be measured by mere currency. He stuffed the Yang Guo into his storage bag and looked around at the abundance of spiritual herbs nearby, his smile growing ever brighter.
He immediately began harvesting them, starting with several Fourth-Grade Sky Blue Flowers, which he placed into his storage space before moving on to gather Second Tier and Third Tier spiritual herbs.
Yun Fan clapped his hands in satisfaction, his smile radiant; with this bounty of spiritual herbs, he should be able to exchange them for quite a number of spirit stones.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from a nearby cave entrance.
Yun Fan furrowed his brows, gripping the Feng Lei Jian tightly in his hand, channeling his spiritual energy through his Dantian. He fixed his gaze on the cave entrance, ready to retreat at any moment.
Soon, an old man dressed in a long robe emerged, panic evident on his face. He had intended to breathe a sigh of relief, but upon seeing the figure in black before him, a wave of fear washed over him.
He nearly buckled at the knees, almost dropping to the ground in a plea for mercy. However, as he recognized the figure in black, familiarity replaced his fear, and he instead wore an air of arrogance.
With a cold voice, he exclaimed, "You sneaky little rat! You almost scared Old Man to death!"
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