From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

As a surging evil aura filled the air around them, Lin Bozhong's brows furrowed tightly.

It felt like an illusion, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones lay before him.

The young master had always been studying at school and had only recently come into contact with cultivation; he couldn't possibly have killed anyone. Even if he had killed someone, how many people would he have to kill to possess such a strong aura?

Lin Bozhong spoke, "Young master, have you recently been... in your cultivation practice?"

"I'm fine," Fang Ren interrupted him.

"I'm just worried that cultivating with any extreme emotions might lead to mistakes," Lin Bozhong said.

Fang Ren didn't pick up the topic and instead asked, "Have you noticed anything strange recently?"

"Strange occurrences?" Lin Bozhong frowned. "If you mention strange occurrences, there really is one. Not long ago, I sensed a very subtle aura, similar to that of a void beast. The presence was too far away; I wasn't completely sure. It appeared during the Double Seventh and vanished after about half an hour. I didn't dare venture far from the young master, so I didn't go to investigate."

"Can you estimate how far away this aura was?" Fang Ren asked.

"I can't. I'm only at the Blue Sky Realm; my divine sense's range is still too weak."

Fang Ren glanced into the distance. It seemed like a battle between the Indra Sky and the Nightfall Organization could break out at any moment. It was also time to prepare.

"When you have time, help me buy some medicinal ingredients that we can't get around here," Fang Ren said.

"Young master, you may simply command me."

"Good, I'll tell you the names of several medicinal gods: Qi Ding Hui, Phoenix Blood Flower..."

Listening to the medicinal ingredients he mentioned, Lin Bozhong's expression turned blank. "Young master, these ingredients don't seem to match, and some of them aren't even medicinal herbs; they're poisons."

"You don't need to worry about that, just help me buy them," Fang Ren dismissed.

"Yes."

...

After Lin Bozhong left, Fang Ren returned to the classroom and pulled out little Qianye, who was still asleep and seemed to be not in the best of spirits recently.

"Last time you told me Liu Qianqian has a Sacred Body of Return to Origin. How should one with that physique cultivate?" Fang Ren asked.

Since he decided to help Liu Qianqian, he would do it thoroughly. If she ultimately couldn't cultivate, the Liu Family would surely still force her to marry someone she didn't like.

"Hei ha?"

Little Qianye rubbed his eyes and smack-smacked his way up to the table, extending a grey branch from his head and inscribing a row of characters on the table.

After reading the characters, Fang Ren frowned. They simply repeated what had been said before about cultivating with nature's spiritual energy and not breaking one's body.

"I mean, how can she start cultivating?" Fang Ren flicked its little rear end with his hand.

"Hei ha, hei ha."

Sitting on the table, little Qianye thought for a moment, then patted the grey halo on top of its head with its two spherical arms, beginning to chirp and chatter unintelligibly.

"If you can inscribe, cut the chatter," Fang Ren said, his head lined with frustration.

Little Qianye showed a helpless expression, shook its head, and finally extended a branch to inscribe two characters on the table: Fruit.

Fang Ren paused, "Are you saying that in order for the Sacred Body of Return to Origin to begin cultivation, one must consume a specific fruit?"

"Hei ha~"

Little Qianye shook its head and added a few more characters: Eating fruit is simple.

"Where does this fruit come from?"

Little Qianye then patted the grey halo atop its head again with both of its spherical arms.

"Are you suggesting that one needs to eat fruit from a tree?" Fang Ren was startled.

"Hei ha!" Little Qianye nodded emphatically.

"When will you bear fruit?" Fang Ren frowned.

With two or three bounces, little Qianye was atop his head, sitting on Fang Ren's hair. Its eyes closed as the grey halo on its head began to expand.

The scene was just like the last time it took Fang Ren into the Chaotic World. The halo expanded to about a meter in diameter and began to shed its radiance, enveloping Fang Ren entirely within a black cylindrical space.

In an instant, Fang Ren's gaze became vacant.

When he regained his senses, he found himself already in that black world, faced with an enormous grey tree so immense he could only see a fraction of its entirety, unable to fathom its true size.

"Hei ha, hei ha."

Suddenly, little Qianye hopped onto his shoulder, pointing with one of its spherical arms to the various branches in the sky.

Fang Ren looked up. The interlacing branches above were without end, and at the tip of each, a colorful, radiant orb hung like fruit. However, these orbs had not been so large on Fang Ren's last visit; now they had grown to the size of apples.

"Hei ha, hei ha!" Little Qianye pointed upwards with its spherical arms.

Fang Ren was stunned but then began to ascend with his divine sense towards the specified branch, stopping at its tip and looking at little Qianye, "You want me to look at this fruit?"

"Hei ha, hei ha!"

Little Qianye hopped down, running around the colorful orb, sizing up the fruit before calling out to Fang Ren again.

"You're telling me to pick it?"

Fang Ren leaned in to inspect the colorful orb and found a round fruit within its glow.

"Hei ha!" Little Qianye nodded.

Fang Ren carefully plucked the fruit enshrouded in colorful light from the tip of the branch. The fruit was very easy to pick; a gentle touch from Fang Ren was all it took for it to fall right into his palm.

As the fruit detached from the branch, the glow surrounding it instantly faded, revealing its true color to Fang Ren.

It was a purple fruit that didn't resemble an apple as much as it did a walnut or, perhaps, a potato. It was quite firm and a bit warm to the touch.

"Is this the fruit that can let a Sacred Body begin cultivation?" Fang Ren asked.

"Hey ha!" Little Qianye nodded.

Fang Ren glanced at the fruit in his hand and then lifted his gaze to the countless fruits at the ends of the innumerable branches above. He asked blankly, "Can those be picked too?"

"Hey ha!" Little Qianye nodded again.

"All those fruits above... could each one be a different cultivation technique?" Fang Ren asked with a stunned look.

"Hey ha."

Little Qianye shook its head and carved two words on the trunk beside it with one of its branches: Opportunity.

Fang Ren was dumbfounded as he looked at the two characters it carved out, clearly remembering how he had once eaten one of Little Qianye's red fruits and obtained the Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat.

If all the fruits above were up for picking and each one represented an opportunity, then what was the point of cultivation? Why not just keep picking and chewing non-stop?

Directly chew your way to the peak of humanity! Yes, that's right! Nine Heavens Mysterious Male!

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, you little rascal!"

Fang Ren immediately grabbed it, flicking its bottom with his finger.

"Hey ha..."

Little Qianye looked at him with a wronged expression, endlessly babbling "hey ha hey ha," though its intent was unclear.

But Fang Ren didn't care anymore. Hearing that all above were opportunities, why hesitate?

Buzz—

Fang Ren flew straight to another branch and yanked at a colorful fruit.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Seeing him like this, Little Qianye instantly sprang up, chirping anxiously non-stop.

Fang Ren ignored it. As he detached the fruit from the branch, the colorful light surrounding it instantly dissipated.

A white fruit, twinkling with specks of light, appeared in Fang Ren's hand. It looked like a mango, but it had many hollow spots.

Fang Ren didn't have time to scrutinize it and turned to fly to another branch.

Whoosh—

But just as he turned his head, he suddenly saw countless colored fruits on the many branches above turn into specks of light and gently drift into the endless darkness.

For a moment, the entire sky was covered in a multicolored flowing light, which disappeared into the darkness after only five or six seconds.

At the tip of each branch where fruit had been, there was no sign of them anymore; only a tiny speck of light remained, resembling a newly-formed young fruit.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Little Qianye sat in his palm, angry and babbling incessantly.

"What's going on here?" Fang Ren frowned.

Little Qianye extended a branch over its head and carved a row of words on the tree trunk beside it: One realm, one fruit.

Fang Ren asked, "Does that mean for every realm I break through, this tree will bear fruits, and then I can only pick one from the many?"

"Hey ha!" Little Qianye nodded.

Fang Ren frowned again, "But I've only picked two so far. Gathering Qi, Solidifying Spirit, Yuanxin—I've broken through three realms."

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Little Qianye quickly carved a few words next to it: Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat.

That's when Fang Ren remembered that the first time, Little Qianye helped him pick one; the Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat were also included in his breakthroughs.

"So you mean I can pick any one I like? Then what was all that fuss about just now?" Fang Ren said.

Little Qianye shook its head and carved a few more words: Choose carefully.

"How can I be careful? I don't know what they do before I pick them, and even now, I don't know what these two I have are for," Fang Ren said, waving his hand dismissively.

Little Qianye frustratedly carved a few more words on the trunk: As the master's cultivation rapidly advances, the Red Fruit is necessary.

Fang Ren stood stunned for a moment, unprepared for this attribute of the fruit.

His face twisted in regret as he looked at the white fruit in his hand, wishing he had paid more attention to the little guy's chatter.

"Hey ha hey ha!"

Little Qianye carved a few more words: Opportunity is predestined; no need for regret.

Fang Ren fell silent for a while and then nodded. If it was a matter of opportunity, then maybe the white fruit was destined to be his, sooner or later.