Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 329 - 271: All Eight Celestial City Peak Freaks Strike

Chapter 329: Chapter 271: All Eight Celestial City Peak Freaks Strike

The Fifth Brother, Mao Butong, was having no better luck. Despite using his agile body technique to toy with the entire mountain in the palm of his hand, the iron ball’s relentless impacts were gradually chiseling down the mountain.

Things were supposed to proceed as expected; the spirit body should be hiding somewhere in the mountain. Yet, the deeper he chiseled, the stranger it felt. When the mountain was shaved down to a certain point, the iron ball could no longer move an inch.

The Fifth Brother looked as if he had seen a ghost; he couldn’t believe his massive iron ball was reduced to mere mortal iron, incapable of even opening a mountain, though it was a magical treasure fashioned from profound iron.

As soon as he indignantly slammed down with renewed vigor, the mountain began to shake violently.

Countless rocks flew and exploded like cannonballs in all directions.

The sudden turn of events startled the Fifth Brother, prompting him to quickly recall the eight iron balls to protect himself, sweeping resonant sounds echoing nonstop.

Even trees abruptly emerged from the mountain and shot towards the Fifth Brother like arrows, filling the air with a constant whistle.

It was imaginable the number of trees within these mountains was almost incalculable.

Thus, looking at the vast green sea before him that filled the entire sky, the Fifth Brother, despite his Transcendent Realm cultivation, could not help feeling his scalp go numb.

He quickly took out a pill from his bosom, hesitating for a moment.

In truth, these pills were unique to Celestial City Peak. Years ago, they had spent seven to eight years researching how to transform a person’s spirit root attribute.

This was quite a wild idea, but for the entire Cultivator Realm, its significance was not insignificant.

If the spirit root’s attribute could be changed, it would be tantamount to a rebirth for many cultivators.

Good spirit root aptitude does not necessarily guarantee a smooth cultivation journey.

A timid person might have a main spirit root of the most intense Fire Attribute, while a courageous and diligent person might possess a spirit root of the most steady Earth Attribute...

So, regardless of how good a spirit root is, if it does not align with oneself, even if cultivation advances faster than ordinary cultivators, it will ultimately fall short against those with spirit roots in harmony with their attributes.

Therefore, their research aim was never for the common good but rather to alter their own spirit roots; similarly, they did not succeed.

In this world, unless a huge opportunity arises, spirit roots are predestined by birth.

The fate of a cultivator is seventy percent set by destiny, thirty percent by hard work.

Though they could not successfully develop a pill to change spirit roots, they accidentally discovered a way to temporarily alter their own cultivation technique, True Essence, and spiritual power attributes.

In other words, if a cultivator practiced a technique with an extreme yang nature, their True Essence and spiritual power would carry this characteristic.

However, the pill they developed could change this attribute’s nature.

For instance, a Metal Spirit Root cultivator practicing a ferocious technique, resulting in equally fierce spiritual power, could take a Water Cloud Pill to instantly turn their spiritual power immensely gentle.

Without even completing the entire series of techniques, mastering just a few secret techniques, a Metal Spirit Root cultivator could even perform a Water Dragon Vortex.

These eight madmen were truly insane, making countless enemies. Otherwise, their method of altering True Essence and spiritual power attributes, if propagated, would have profoundly impacted the Cultivator Realm.

As it was, his hesitation stemmed from consuming this Thunder-Attracting Pill, meaning that within the following two-hour period, his spiritual power would transform into Wood Attribute with Thunder Power.

After all, it was not something he cultivated himself, so within those two hours, the risks were considerable. If used well, it would be a stroke of genius; used poorly, it could be a catastrophe.

On the other side, with the mountain under a round of aggressive offensive, it grew increasingly slender, now resembling a tremendously large Heaven-Supporting Pillar. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

With rocks and trees pouring down like rain, the Fifth Brother no longer hesitated, swiftly swallowing the pill.

Feeling his Metal Attribute spiritual power continuously transform, a faint rumbling echoed within his organs.

Thunderbolt Curse!

The Fifth Brother swiftly formed seals, mobilizing all his spiritual power. The eight iron trees instantly brimmed with thunder light.

Kill!

After each iron tree flew out with whizzing sounds, each was accompanied by arcing lightning and thunder reverberating through the sky. Thunder merged into a web, reducing surrounding rocks and vegetation to dust, forming a Thunder Pool under the encirclement of the eight iron trees.

"Go!"

After clearing the debris, the Fifth Brother immediately targeted the towering Heaven-Supporting Pillar.

The moving Thunder Pool drifted to one section of the pillar. With flashes of lightning, continuous rumbling sounds could be heard.

With each explosion, the thunderbolts chipped away at the dust, gradually revealing the interior of the pillar.

Wood... Wood.

The Fifth Brother was dumbfounded. You’ve got to be kidding me, a wooden interior hidden within a stone pillar, enveloping it like nesting dolls within the mountain.

No, does that mean the spirit body’s true form is a tree? The Fifth Brother looked up towards the sky. Just how big would this tree have to be?

Whose treasure grows this massive!

He instantly sensed something was amiss, but the massive stone pillar seemed equally unnerving.

Rumbling!

This was not the thunder of his magical treasure but the sound of the stone pillar shaking.

With such a tremendous commotion, the pillar appeared to be shedding a layer, allowing stone powder to cascade down, revealing an ancient, deep brown wooden body.

In a moment, a giant tree stretching to the heavens stood before him, shimmering with starlight casting glints across its wood, resembling a dried tree encountering spring.

Branches and twigs continuously burgeoned in wild growth, clusters of green leaves sprouting unexpectedly.

The Fifth Brother’s eyes widened, speechless; holy crap, this isn’t a treasure—it’s vegetation that’s turned into a spirit!

The Wood Spirit initiated an assault at this moment, causing the earth to roil like a turbulent sea as countless roots as thick as well openings surged skyward, lashing towards the Fifth Brother.

Tentacle monster!

This was the Fifth Brother’s first thought upon seeing the phenomenon, his heart skipping a beat as he hurriedly recalled the eight thunderballs to counter the attacking roots.

Divine Might Imprisoning!

Countless thunders radiated from within the eight iron balls, shredding the encroaching roots into powder at an eye-blink’s speed.

But the result seemed to surpass Fifth Brother’s expectations, as even when those root tendrils were destroyed, they continued to extend endlessly.

At this moment, the ultimate trap of the Wood Attribute was vividly displayed; as long as the Wood Spirit lived, these tendrils would keep growing ceaselessly.

Fifth Brother’s entire spiritual power turned into thunder, and he pinched his fingers towards the heavens.

Thunder Attraction!

A hundred streaks of lightning descended, forming a field of thunder with him at the center.

Yet even so, these root tendrils fearlessly surged forward, disintegrated into powder one moment, only to sprout back immediately the next.

Instantly, the thunder roared continuously, yet the tendrils remained relentless.

When Fifth Brother suddenly realized what was happening, he was already tightly surrounded by those things.

"Fifth Brother, come help!"

The voice of Big Brother Miao Zuesen came at this moment, and Fifth Brother almost wanted to curse.

Damn it, can’t you see I’m struggling to protect myself here?

Miao Zuesen of course noticed, for after calling out and seeing no one for quite a while, he hurried to seek his figure, only to find the same scene.

What the hell is this thing?

As Han Yu had previously told the Wood Spirit, not everyone recognized the Wood Spirit.

The people at Celestial City Peak didn’t, but even if they didn’t recognize, they were not fools.

Could this thing be like a treasured treasure?

Thinking of this, the group of bedraggled people glared hatefully at Miao Zuesen.

Initially coming for a treasure but now in such a state, they all felt utterly tricked.

"It’s not... I..."

Miao Zuesen wanted to explain, but then thought, grandma’s darned instigator wasn’t me!

But since Fourth Brother Luo Yuqi was already down, it seemed explaining would be futile now, as he was the only one left to take the blame.

"Would everyone believe me if I said I was screwed over by Fourth Brother?"

Miao Zuesen sighed bitterly.

"Believe you old bastard!"

Sixth angrily retorted, then took out a Wind Spirit Pill, as the treasured treasure was gone, and Han Yu could not be defeated.

Now, he wanted nothing more than to use the Wind Spirit Pill along with his body technique to quickly escape, letting these brothers take the hit for him.

Unexpectedly, he wasn’t the only one with such thoughts, as the others simultaneously grabbed pills as well.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one wishing for the brothers to shield him from harm.

"You bastards!"

The group cursed in unison.

"Hahaha! None of you are leaving!"

Han Yu stood amidst the Giant Dragon, with his entire divine power energy erupting wholly in an instant.

White Dragons burst forth one after another from his body, thundering like an earthquake, with hands breaking through the earth continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the four were surrounded tightly, water-tight.

As Han Yu raised his arm, all the hands moved together instantly, pressing down heavily, the hands coming down crushingly.

The four felt as if the sky was collapsing, and each one erupted with their spiritual power desperately, but it was too late, as dozens of White Dragons joined together, Han Yu charged with the Giant Dragon.

Under the tightly binding giant hands, the deafening noise inside never ceased, occasionally accompanied by earth-shaking sound waves.

Finally, with a tremendous blast, the hands coalesced from Earth Divine Power crumbled together, sound waves rolling outward like a natural disaster, in a brief moment, everything within a mile radius was blown away, trees outside a mile were swaying wildly.

Han Yu stood alone in the center, with four figures lying at his feet...

Fifth Brother’s heart was already in despair, the commotion over there made him feel hopeless, now he only wanted to seize the opportunity to escape.

But the surrounding root tendrils were growing more dense and had woven into a large net.

At this point, the net instantly exerted its strength, starting to shrink constantly.

Fifth Brother Mao Butong’s heart was in shock, all kinds of thunder curses were continuously cast, the eight iron balls merged again, and the violent thunder instantly exploded.

However, this time the net was too strong, under his assault, not a single gap was blasted open.

He could only resist futilely, and despairingly watch as his space for survival kept being squeezed.

Soon, the net suppressed him, countless root tendrils entwined around his hands and feet.

He was seized.

"Spare me... I beg you."

With a heart ashen, he vainly tried to plead with the Wood Spirit, but unfortunately, his words were ignored by it.

Gradually the tendrils crawled toward his head, extending outward and beginning to reach his mouth and nose, then burrowing in.

His feet went cold, as the tendrils began to crawl up his thighs.

Mao Butong seemed to have thought of something dreadful, letting out a vague roar of despair.

"No..."