Unwilling to Give Up

Unwilling to Give Up

It was impossible to determine how many long, arduous years the Celestial Constellation Tree had taken to bear such a meager quantity of fruits. The mightiest factions in Xuan King City, along with the most formidable talents from various major powers, had all risen to vie for these prized fruits. Yet, in the end, a young man dressed in white, whose cultivation merely reached the third level of Heavenly Dipper, boldly and unabashedly seized over half of the Constellation Fruits. He engaged in fierce battles against seasoned experts, even dispatching more than half of those who ventured into the hidden realm. In confrontations with the six chosen representatives from the major powers, he demonstrated the ability to hold his own.

News of this astonishing feat spread like wildfire throughout Xuan King City. The reputations and prestige of the chosen ones were utterly tarnished by this turn of events.

This was an incredible humiliation. There were individuals who couldn't even lay their hands on a single Constellation Fruit. For them, it was a crushing blow to their pride.

Their eyes were fixed on the deep crater in the distance. Waves of seething anger emanated from all six chosen ones.

"He escaped!" Qin Wentian utilized a spatial transference scroll to make his safe getaway.

"Shang Yue!" Shang Qi bellowed, her sister Shang Yue flying over to him. The intensity of the impact had not left her unscathed. Now, she comprehended why Qin Wentian had exhibited no fear in the Treasure Seizing Assembly. He wasn't just a Divine Inscriptionist; he was a Grandmaster in that field. When one considered this recent escapade, it became clear why he had coveted the spatial brush so fervently. Seizing the Constellation Fruits in front of numerous formidable individuals dwarfed the importance of the spatial brush incident. In truth, it wasn't even worth mentioning.

Among the spectators, Xu Feng and Ji Xue stood in stupefied silence. They had just realized that Qin Wentian could have escaped earlier if he had chosen to do so. However, he opted to hold onto the spatial transference scroll, employing it only after vanquishing a considerable number of experts. He had nearly taken Xie Yu's life at the end.

Qin Wentian had saved Xie Yu's life, but it seemed Xie Yu wasn't grateful for the rescue. In fact, he seemed to harbor ill intentions towards Qin Wentian. How could Qin Wentian leave without ensuring Xie Yu's safety? In reality, Qin Wentian had come dangerously close to succeeding in that endeavor. Xu Feng and Ji Xue couldn't help but speculate that if it weren't for the presence of the other chosen ones, Xie Yu might have met his end right then and there.

"Shang Yue, that spatial transference scroll he used, did he create it after obtaining that spatial brush?" Shang Qi directed the question at his sister.

"I believe so. After all, he is a Divine Inscriptionist," Shang Yue replied. Her words left those around them in awe. Despite his extraordinary combat abilities, Qin Wentian was also skilled enough as a Divine Inscriptionist to create spatial transference scrolls?

"In that case, he may have more of those scrolls on him," Shang Qi said coldly. Clearly, he had no intention of letting Qin Wentian go. Setting aside their humiliation, the Constellation Fruits alone were of immense value. Giving up now would tarnish their reputation.

However, if Qin Wentian did possess more spatial transference scrolls, even if they managed to locate him again, they would have no way to prevent his escape.

Just then, Shang Qi and the others looked up, realizing that reinforcements from various major powers had finally arrived. Regrettably, they were too late—Qin Wentian had already vanished.

"What's happening here?" A middle-aged man appeared bewildered. Weren't they supposed to engage in a battle with the other major powers to seize the Constellation Fruits? Why was everyone standing around in confusion?

"Uncle," Shang Yue addressed the middle-aged man, explaining the situation. It was only after this explanation that the recently arrived experts grasped the situation.

"Doesn't the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan possess the Ten-Thousand Miles Tracking Mirror?" An expert from the king's manor questioned a Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan member.

The Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan representative nodded slightly. "Yes, we do, but even if we can track his movements, he will simply use a spatial transference scroll to teleport away again. To apprehend him, we would need to employ the sealing treasure from the Yin Clan as well."

"Indeed, if both the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan and Yin Clan contribute their treasures, as long as the white-robed man remains in this area, he won't be able to escape," agreed an expert from the Heaven Shocking Sword Sect, nodding.

However, those from the Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan and Yin Clan appeared uncertain. The Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan representative eventually spoke, "It's easy to say, but borrowing these treasures requires approval from our respective clan lords. Besides, since we are all competing for the Constellation Fruits, why involve the rest of you? The Wind Roc Aristocrat Clan and the Yin Clan alone will suffice to ensure our success."

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In a location roughly four hundred li away from his pursuers, the surroundings were shaken by spatial fluctuations, revealing a young man dressed in white.

His aura was fluctuating wildly, and his once pristine white robes were now stained with blood, bearing witness to his injuries. However, the determination in his bright eyes remained undiminished.

"I can't stay here for long. They might track me down easily if I don't keep moving," Qin Wentian pondered silently as he pressed on.

Even though he had teleported several hundred li away, it wouldn't be too challenging for fifth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns to track him down. Qin Wentian had no idea which direction he had been sent in, let alone the location of his pursuers. To play it safe, he picked a random direction and continued his journey.

After a few hours, he reached a desolate mountain. Seated cross-legged, Little Rascal sat beside him, emitting a bark as it presented a Constellation Fruit. This particular fruit was none other than the Demon Mandate Fruit that Qin Wentian had asked Little Rascal to pluck for him.

"If this will help you, go ahead and consume it," Qin Wentian said, sensing the potent Mandate of Demons within the fruit as he addressed Little Rascal.

"Yiya!" Little Rascal nodded and promptly devoured the Demon Mandate Fruit.

Qin Wentian then took out the remaining six Constellation Fruits. Since these fruits had been severed from the Celestial Constellation Tree, they no longer emitted their oppressive energy.

"These two Space Mandate Fruits are for Qing`er. I'll give them to her when we reunite, but for now, she might not be able to locate me so easily," Qin Wentian said as he reserved the Space Mandate Fruits. He then focused on the four remaining fruits.

"Such powerful Mandate auras within. Although they aren't the Mandates I cultivate, I can still gain insights from their energies." However, after the intense battle, he was utterly drained and couldn't spare the energy to contemplate the Constellation Fruits.

"Little Rascal, now that you've absorbed the crimson-eyed demonic spirit, does it mean Purgatory can return?" Qin Wentian gently stroked Little Rascal's fur.

Little Rascal responded with a series of joyful barks, nodding enthusiastically. A warm smile filled Qin Wentian's eyes, anticipation building as the revival of the Purgatory Vermilion Bird drew nearer.

Qin Wentian gathered a stack of Yuan Meteor Stones and casually sprawled on the ground, entering his dreamscape for cultivation. Inside, his absorption of astral energy accelerated several times over compared to the real world.

In the blink of an eye, a night had passed, and the eerie silence of the area was almost unsettling.

When Qin Wentian finally opened his eyes, he noticed two silhouettes lying beside him. Aside from Little Rascal, there was also a fiery, dark-red, bird-like demonic creature observing him. The Purgatory Vermilion Bird emitted a long, triumphant screech upon seeing Qin Wentian awake, soaring into the sky and circling above him.

Qin Wentian couldn't help but smile at the spirited Purgatory Vermilion Bird. After a while, it descended and perched on his shoulder.

"Good job, Little Rascal!" Qin Wentian praised the puppy. Little Rascal wagged its tail and hopped onto Qin Wentian's thigh, sporting an expression of self-satisfaction as if seeking recognition.

"Bzzz!" However, just then, a baleful light flared in the Purgatory Vermilion Bird's eyes, and it took off once more, screeching angrily while fixing its gaze on the horizon.

Qin Wentian frowned and extended his senses outward. He quickly detected several figures approaching his location.

"These people are persistent," he muttered with cold determination. It was surprising that they had managed to track him down. Qin Wentian's body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, closing the gap between him and the pursuers in an instant. Below him, the six chosen had brought a significant number of experts with them. They all looked up at him as he descended.

"Do you really think you can survive this?" Shang Qi sneered. Qin Wentian's sword intent radiated, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce resolve. But at that moment, a formidable sealing energy erupted from a middle-aged man.

"Damn it," Qin Wentian muttered, shifting his gaze to the man. This individual had concealed his true cultivation earlier, and now Qin Wentian sensed that he was at the seventh level of Heavenly Dipper. However, it wasn't just his cultivation that concerned Qin Wentian; a powerful sealing energy enveloped the area, completely isolating it from the outside world. The situation had taken a dire turn.