Chapter 15: Nan Li: Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, You Are Not Worthy!

Silence.

The few people present looked at Ning Fan in shock, a look of surprise emerging in their eyes. That snake had moved extremely fast just now, so fast that many had not even reacted in time.

Ning Fan, however, had simply sent the snake flying with a single hand-blade.

Then, he stomped it to pieces!

However, that snake's grade was not high, merely at the fourth level of the Yellow Extreme Realm. Logically speaking, a Demon Beast qualified to guard a Top Grade Yellow Extreme heavenly treasure should be close to the Profound Extreme Realm. But this Crimson Blood Stone was hidden entirely too well, allowing this lowly ground snake to pick up the scraps.

"..."

A look of joy appeared on Ning Fan's face. He picked up the snake's corpse from the ground. After a brief search, he found a crystal the size of half a fist. Ning Fan could sense a rich Spiritual Qi from this crystal, one that even surpassed the Spirit Stones commonly used for cultivation.

A Demon Core!

This was a fourth-level Yellow Extreme Realm Demon Core, equivalent in value to thirty or forty Spirit Stones. For Ning Fan, it was a considerable harvest.

The next moment.

Ning Fan put away the Demon Core, preparing to retrieve the Crimson Blood Stone lying in the dirt pit. But before Ning Fan could make a move, a figure actually beat him to the pit, bending down to snatch the Top Grade Yellow Extreme Crimson Blood Stone.

Nan Li.

"Senior Brother?" Ning Fan frowned.

This Crimson Blood Stone had been discovered by Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao first, and the Demon Beast guarding it had been personally killed by Ning Fan. What was the meaning of this?

"Heh."

Hearing Ning Fan's question, a trace of contempt flashed in Nan Li's eyes. He flipped his palm, unceremoniously stowing the Crimson Blood Stone into his storage ring.

"A newly joined disciple like you thinks he is worthy of enjoying this Top Grade Yellow Extreme treasure?"

"If you refuse to accept this, do you want to exchange a couple of moves with me?"

"I am just afraid that your Senior Brother's hands might be a bit too heavy, beating you half to death and leaving you unable to continue exploring this Clear White Land."

"..."

Hearing Nan Li's domineering words, Shao Hong, Ling Tian, and the others showed no surprise. Nan Li had always been unruly and unreasonable; it was not hard to imagine him snatching a treasure from a new disciple.

But Shao Hong knew that Ning Fan was not someone who would quietly swallow his anger.

Sure enough.

The next moment, without any hesitation whatsoever, Ning Fan's figure flickered. He appeared directly in front of Nan Li, raising his fist and fiercely punching toward the latter's face.

Such a decisive strike caught both Nan Li and Ling Tian by surprise. But immediately after, Nan Li reacted, a mocking glint flashing in his eyes.

"Courting death!"

"You are just a new disciple, yet you dare to make a move against me? I want to see exactly what kind of methods you have!!"

"Rock Splitting Hand!!"

"..."

As his voice fell, Nan Li threw a punch of his own.

What surprised Ning Fan was-

A strange spiritual energy wrapped around Nan Li's fist. This spiritual energy was an earthy yellow and condensed almost like a solid substance. It was definitely not a simple outward projection of spiritual energy.

Before Ning Fan could think further, their fists collided.

Bang-

A muffled sound rang out. Ning Fan felt an irresistible, immense force travel up his arm, accompanied by a tearing pain.

Thud, thud, thud.

Ning Fan retreated several steps before finally stabilizing his stance.

At this moment.

Ning Fan's right hand was trembling incessantly. Two bloody gashes had split open across his knuckles, and drops of fresh blood dripped down from the wounds.

But the next moment.

Ning Fan's injury vanished without a trace, presumably having been split and transferred to Ye Honglian. The wounds had healed, but the blood remained.

It looked incredibly gruesome.

"Husband!"

Yun Qingyao's anxious voice rang out. She rushed to Ning Fan's side, looking at him with worry.

"A Martial Skill."

"Nan Li, your cultivation realm was already higher. To actually use a Martial Skill in this clash is a bit too much."

Ling Tian's voice sounded out.

Martial Skills.

These were combat techniques. By utilizing spiritual energy, cultivators could evolve all sorts of different methods. Starting from the second floor of the Martial Skills Pavilion, Martial Skills were collected on each respective floor.

Nan Li's move just now, the Rock Splitting Hand, was a Middle Grade Yellow-rank Martial Skill.

By strengthening the fist with spiritual energy, it became capable of smashing solid rock!

"Heh."

"In a life-and-death clash, a martial cultivator naturally goes all out. It is not my problem if he doesn't have a Martial Skill."

The corners of Nan Li's mouth curled up as he raised his brow. "Your physical strength and constitution are passable. I thought this punch would instantly leave you half-crippled, but to think it was only a minor injury."

"Still want to fight?"

"..."

Ning Fan clenched his fist, flames of anger burning deep within his eyes.

"Forget it, forget it."

Shao Hong suddenly stepped forward, standing directly between Ning Fan and Nan Li. He raised his hands and waved them at the two, speaking up to smooth things over.

"Our exploration for Fated Chances has only just begun. There are still many places where we will need to cooperate."

"Don't be so quick to fight and kill."

"Everyone, calm down."

"Shao Hong, I will give you face."

Nan Li crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head back to look down his nose at Ning Fan as he issued a threat.

"But, if there is a next time, and you dare to make a move against your Senior Brother, I guarantee you will not leave this Clear White Land in one piece."

"Understood?"

"..."

Hearing this, Ning Fan remained completely silent.

At this moment.

He was indeed no match for Nan Li. Ning Fan had no Martial Skills!

Lagging behind in cultivation realm, and lacking any Martial Skills.

This was a massive problem.

"Everyone, let us establish the rules for distributing these Fated Chances."

Ling Tian stepped forward.

In cooperation.

There always had to be rules.

Otherwise, the scene from just now would only repeat itself over and over.

"Mm, indeed."

"How about this: we will take turns, each claiming one heavenly treasure at a time. Brother Nan Li has already obtained one, so the next one will belong to Brother Ling. The one after that will belong to me, Shao Hong. And the one after that will belong to Brother Ning."

"Is this acceptable?"

Shao Hong suggested.

No one raised any objections. Shao Hong's proposal managed to achieve a basic degree of fairness.

"First, let's advance toward the mountain peak!"

The group continued onward.

Before long, they encountered another treasure: a Middle Grade Yellow Extreme Purple Vine. The Demon Beast guarding the Purple Vine was a Mountain-Crossing Bee at the sixth level of the Yellow Extreme Realm.

The Mountain-Crossing Bee was slain by Ling Tian, and the Purple Vine naturally fell into the hands of Ling Tian and his Dao Companion.

Immediately after, they came across a Low Grade Yellow Extreme heavenly treasure. This spiritual plant was not guarded by any Demon Beast and was successfully stored away in Shao Hong's storage ring.

The next heavenly treasure should have been Ning Fan's turn.

But when the heavenly treasure appeared, Nan Li once again beat him to it, directly blocking Ning Fan and pocketing the treasure for himself!

"I told you, you are not worthy of taking heavenly treasures."

After putting away the prize, Nan Li shot Ning Fan a contemptuous look.

Hiss.

Shao Hong inhaled sharply.

This Nan Li was going entirely too far, blatantly slapping Ning Fan in the face. Shao Hong knew exactly what kind of temper Ning Fan possessed; this was someone who had dared to kill Zhao Yuanzhe right in front of the Ninth Elder.

Yet, under Shao Hong's watchful gaze, Ning Fan simply smiled and nodded.

He raised no objections!

"It seems you finally know your place. Treat this Fated Chance exploration as a way to gather some experience. At least it won't be a wasted trip," Nan Li mocked.

The group continued forward.

Along the way, all the heavenly treasures they encountered were distributed in a strict ratio: Nan Li took two, Ling Tian took one, and Shao Hong took one. Every single heavenly treasure that should have belonged to Ning Fan was ruthlessly snatched away by Nan Li.

Ning Fan made no objections whatsoever.

Nan Li, Ling Tian, and their Dao Companions naturally didn't care about Ning Fan's reaction. But Shao Hong increasingly felt that something was wrong.

Ning Fan was simply not the type to willingly swallow his losses.

Was his forbearance this time just a prelude to some hidden scheme?!

But...

What kind of scheme could Ning Fan possibly be brewing?

Shao Hong simply couldn't figure it out.

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