Neither the Spiritual Venerable nor the Spiritual Saint had any room to resist. They were annihilated by an unfathomable power, vanishing into thin air.
The killing formation was clearly still in place.
"How can this be? Why can that fellow surnamed Ji enter, but others cannot?"
Red Skeleton gritted his teeth, a sense of powerlessness growing within him. Was the opponent truly that strong?
He was somewhat unconvinced and intended to force his way through, but after only a few steps, he timidly retreated.
Ultimately, he still dared not risk his life.
Du Jiuyou stared at Ji Mo's movement trajectory, his face full of confusion. Why was it only him who didn't trigger the killing formation? It made no sense.
The others were all astonished, not daring to step into that area even half a step.
The Ginseng King, looking back at the dissipating mist of blood with lingering fear, was so scared that he pressed close to Ji Mo, afraid he would suffer the same fate.
But clearly, as long as he was by Ji Mo's side, there was no danger.
"As expected, Mr. Ji is invincible!"
The Ginseng King's spirits lifted, and he began to observe his surroundings.
This place truly was where the Bodhi Tree took root, with spiritual energy permeating the air, forming a misty, iridescent haze.
The grass on the ground exuded fragrance, and various exotic flowers and rare herbs emitted radiant light, all of them precious medicinal treasures and spiritual plants.
Not far away, a small pond shimmered, dazzlingly bright!
The Ginseng King grinned so wide his mouth couldn't close. The spiritual energy here was incredibly dense, causing it to breathe in large gulps, inhaling and exhaling frantically.
Ji Mo sniffed and said indifferently, "The air here is good, only a little worse than at my place."
A little worse than your place?
The Ginseng King rolled its eyes on the spot. The spiritual energy here was so dense it had almost condensed into clouds and mist, yet it was still not as good as your home.
Mr. Ji, is the place you live in a fairyland?
The nearby experts scoffed, completely disbelieving, convinced that Ji Mo was bragging.
This was the place where the Innate Spiritual Root, the Bodhi Tree, took root, which was why such dense spiritual energy had gathered. Did you perhaps have several Bodhi Trees at your home?
"Mr. Ji, should we collect all these medicinal treasures on the ground?" the Ginseng King asked.
The cultivators outside, seeing so many exotic flowers and rare herbs, were filled with greed, wishing they could own them all.
But Ji Mo had remained calm throughout, even stepping on them casually, treating them like wild grass.
"No need, the vegetables I grow at home are better than these."
Ji Mo said indifferently, showing no interest.
The surrounding experts heard this and immediately showed disdain.
That's enough. Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger is one thing, but overdoing it makes you look disgusting!
Then, they all felt immense heartache. Mr. Ji, you can pretend, but must you casually trample on these spiritual herbs? If you don't want them, you could give them to us.
"Hmph, I've never seen such a shameless person."
Red Skeleton's face was full of disdain, convinced that Ji Mo was an attention-seeking, ostentatious individual.
Really, to think that he was publicly humiliated by such a person just now, it was infuriating.
"This water seems decent!"
Ji Mo walked up to the pond.
The pond was three feet square, and within it, pure white radiance flickered, with wisps of life force surging out.
"Heh, finally not pretending anymore, this is a spiritual spring, do you have any excuse to dislike it now..."
Red Skeleton snorted coldly.
But before he could finish speaking, he felt as if his throat had been choked, and he could no longer utter a sound.
In his line of sight, a pair of large feet had directly stepped into the spiritual spring.
Ji Mo sat by the edge of the pond, picking at his large feet, and sighed, "I've walked such a long mountain path, I'm exhausted. Finally, I can soak my feet properly and relax."
He was comfortable, but everyone else felt as disgusted as if they had eaten a fly.
They had all been contemplating how to divide this spiritual spring, but now it was ruined.
How could anyone still consume this spiritual spring after it had been used for soaking smelly feet?
The Ginseng King had seen Ji Mo wash his hands with the Jade Dew Spiritual Liquid before, so seeing him soak his feet in the spiritual spring was nothing unusual.
It also didn't forget to take advantage, crawling into the pond to soak.
A continuous stream of spiritual energy immediately flowed into its body. The Ginseng King felt immensely comfortable, and its aged face grew even younger.
The surrounding experts' hearts were breaking.
The spiritual herbs were trampled flat, and the spiritual spring was used to wash stinky feet. What exactly did this fellow Ji want to do? Did he truly not care about these things at all?
The spiritual herbs, even if trampled, could still be used as medicine, but the spiritual spring had become foot-washing water; how could it be used in the future?
"Alas, the well water at home is still clearer and more comfortable for soaking feet."
Ji Mo spoke again, his tone conveying disdain.
Everyone gnashed their teeth in anger, wishing they could grab a knife and kill this guy.
He was too much of a show-off. Everything was better at your place, is your home a celestial palace?
If not for the killing formation blocking them, these people might have united against a common enemy and ganged up to kill Ji Mo.
It was simply that Ji Mo's string of words and actions were too hateful.
"Alas, Mr. Ji is good in every way, except he's not very low-key."
The Ginseng King couldn't help but blush for Ji Mo, also thinking that Ji Mo was overdoing the pretense.
It had no idea that Ji Mo was simply speaking the truth.
After soaking his feet, Ji Mo took another stroll and found that there was nothing left of the Bodhi Tree, not even the roots, which had turned to ashes.
"A wasted trip. It's a pity, I probably won't have good tea to drink from now on."
He clapped his hands, preparing to leave.
"Eh, what is this... a Bodhi Seed!"
The Ginseng King made a discovery, digging out a shriveled seed from a muddy pit.
It was a small Bodhi seed, completely black, almost charred to a crisp by lightning.
This was likely the only thing left by the Bodhi Tree, but it was unfortunately useless.
Just as the Ginseng King was about to throw it away, Ji Mo snatched it.
He examined it carefully, his face showing a hint of joy. He found a spot with plenty of soil and buried the Bodhi seed.
"Mr. Ji, this is a dead seed, it won't grow," the Ginseng King reminded him.
"That's not necessarily true. I'm very good at growing vegetables!"
As a man who had been bestowed the title of Shen Nong, Ji Mo was quite confident.
"What's so great about being good at growing vegetables? What a weirdo."
"No matter how good you are at growing vegetables, can you make a dead seed grow?"
"This fellow surnamed Ji is really too much of a show-off! I've never seen such a shameless person."
Everyone around showed disdain, thinking Ji Mo was truly exceptional, wishing that lightning would strike him down for being so pretentious.
"Showing off, utterly shameless. If he can make this Bodhi seed grow, I'll eat this pile of dung right here." Red Skeleton pointed at a heap of animal droppings with utter contempt.
However, Red Skeleton's voice was very low, clearly afraid of being heard by Ji Mo and having to settle accounts.
Du Jiuyou couldn't help but laugh, "Then I'm really looking forward to seeing you eat that pile of dung." Da Feng Novel Network
Although he didn't believe Ji Mo could make the Bodhi seed grow, Du Jiuyou didn't get along with Red Skeleton and was merely provoking him.
"How about we make a bet?" Red Skeleton's tone was icy, challenging.
If he hadn't been injured, he would have likely attacked Du Jiuyou.
But Du Jiuyou didn't fall for it, smiling without a word. Who would be foolish enough to bet on a sure loss?
"I'll bet with you."
An old man carrying a long sword walked out slowly.