Chapter 27: The Fruitless Sacred Tree

  It was already late at night, the sky was pitch black with a few scattered stars shining, the lights of the Ling family's main house flickered and shone in harmony with the vastness of the universe.

  Old Man Ling walked into the study with his hands behind his back, and sat down in the main seat with a flick of his hand. This little rabbit, what is he up to, being so mysterious? Ling Wushuang followed him in, her posture lazy and relaxed, and she casually closed the door.

  Ling Moqiu wore a deep-colored long shirt, waved his hand and sat down, with a hint of amusement on his eyebrows, and said with some amusement: "This little girl, what is she after all, and why is she being so mysterious?"

  "It's nothing, really." Ling Wusuo smiled and took out a small pouch from his bosom, wrapped around something bulging inside. He said lightly, "When I went out, I casually picked some wild fruits and brought them back for Grandfather and Fourth Uncle to try."

  The delicate white jasmine tea had yet to be opened, but a faint fragrance wafted through the room, refreshing and soothing.

  "What is it?" At this time, Old Man Ling finally slightly straightened his expression, leaned forward, and with his aged eyes shining brightly, he stared intently at the hand that Ling Wushuang had opened, revealing a breath that was not of ordinary goods.

  Ling Wushuang swung open the branches, revealing bright red fruit the size of eggs, plump with juice and shining like jade or agate. She smiled faintly: "Just a few wolfberries."

  "Flowerless fruit!" Ling Moqiu let out a low growl, his self-control faltering as he took several steps closer to Ling Wushuang. His eyes gleamed with an icy light, like flames dancing within, as he suppressed the excitement in his heart and said: "That's right, no flowers or seeds, deep red like blood, fragrance that calms the mind, shallow red aura... I've seen it in ancient texts, it's indeed a sacred fruit!"

  "What, it's really the sacred fruit!" Old Master Ling's beard shook with excitement as he hastily walked around the desk, his face flushed with red light. He carefully examined the fruit in Ling Wusuo's hand, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he muttered: "Indeed, it is the sacred fruit."

  Ling Moqiu and Ling Qiantian stared blankly at the several radiant holy fruits, momentarily unsure of how to proceed.

  What does a sacred fruit mean? It means that there will be the birth of a saint, and it also means that the family's prosperity will last for generations. Just like the East Lin Hu Guo Jiang Jun Fu, it was because Li Tianyi, the Sword Saint, accidentally obtained the sacred fruit that they have their current status today.

  The Ling family, apart from the one and only peerless genius Ling Huan, who at a young age reached the rank of Saint, no one else has been able to reach that height. Now, suddenly three Sacred Fruits have appeared, even someone as experienced and knowledgeable as Old Man Ling, the patriarch of the family, can't help but feel his heart racing.

  "Cough" Ling Wusuo coughed softly, searching for a sense of existence. This old man, having gotten the fruit, forgot about his grandson.

  "You little rabbit, this is what you call a wild fruit!?" Old Man Ling glared at Ling Wushuang fiercely, and for a moment he wanted to grab his granddaughter's neck and shake it violently. Wild fruit? If this is a wild fruit, then what else in the world can be called a treasure?

  Ling Wushuang smiled awkwardly and said, "Grandfather, you and Fourth Uncle can each have one. The remaining one will be left for now and given to a promising young member of the Ling family as a reward. I don't need these things."

  "Unparalleled, Fourth Uncle doesn't need it anymore." Ling Moqiu gazed at the sacred fruit, unwilling to give up, and shook his head bitterly. "Fourth Uncle can't cultivate, taking such a precious item would be a waste, you might as well keep the remaining two for yourself."

  The sacred fruit is no ordinary product. Even if the twins can't condense their spiritual power, taking it will still strengthen their physique. It can't be wasted on this useless body of his.

  "Alas," Lao Lao sighed, feeling happy yet somewhat helpless. Old Fourth's dantian was not well that day, and his heart knot could not be untied.

  Ling Moqiu's words of loss, however, carried a deep concern, and suddenly warmed Ling Wushuang's heart. She forcibly stuffed a sacred fruit into Ling Moqiu's hand, with a sly smile, "Who says Fourth Uncle can't use it?"

  Ling Mo received the sacred fruit from Ling Wu Xue, but for a moment, he didn't understand what Ling Wu Xue meant.

  "Guaranteed to be restored within a month, Fourth Uncle's dantian will definitely recover as before." Ling Wusuo threw out a sentence, neither rushed nor slow, with a strong sense of self-confidence, his beautiful lips carrying a sly shallow smile.

  "Unparalleled, are you saying that I... my dantian... really has a way?" Ling Moqiu suddenly lifted his head, meeting Ling Wudao's smiling gaze, and for a moment he couldn't believe it, excitedly stuttering, his words tumbling out in disorder.

  He also thought that Nisun was just unwilling to give up on his thoughts that night, but he didn't expect that she really had a way.

  "Didn't Fourth Uncle believe me?"

  "But I believe"

  "What are you talking about?" Old Man Ling was even more astonished, and after reacting, his white beard shook as he hastily asked: "Wú Shuāng, are you saying that you have a way to cure Fourth Brother's dantian?"

  "That's right" Ling Wu Shuang smiled slightly and nodded, "With the Purple Bamboo Divine Needle, I am now fully confident that I can cure Fourth Uncle's Dantian".

  "Great, great!" Old Master Ling raised his head and laughed loudly, repeatedly saying "great" several times. Afterwards, he let out a deep breath, nodded solemnly and said in a low voice: "The Ling family has hope now, the heavens won't abandon my Ling family."

  He saw the hope of the Ling family in Musou!

  Ling Wushuang thought for a moment, then said: "Grandfather, Fourth Uncle, you should take it now. The longer the Wu Hua Guo is picked, the more its essence will be lost. The sooner you take it, the better."

  "Good" Ling Mo autumn recalled excited mood, holding the sacred fruit's hand still slightly trembling.

  Old Man Ling stroked his beard and nodded, taking the fruit handed over by Ling Wushuang. He took a bite, and the juice burst out, sweet and delicious, leaving a lingering aftertaste on his lips. Before he could even savor it slowly, a thick aura spread throughout his limbs, warm currents flowing like spring water, converging towards his dantian. His entire skeletal system crackled with a fresh vitality.

  "The thick aura" Old Master Ling's face was radiant, his whole body felt comfortable and refreshed, as if he had become decades younger, the deep yellow aura emanating from him grew stronger, its color becoming increasingly deeper, subtly mixed with a hint of pale green energy!

  "Mulberry fruit, indeed lives up to its reputation." Ling Mochou swallowed it down, his eyes closed, and he felt that strange power spreading through his meridians, as if he had once again sensed the surging of the mysterious energy.

  Ling Wushuang smiled faintly and remained silent, completely absorbing the sacred fruit. The old master could break through at any time, and if Fourth Uncle also broke through, then the position of the Ling family as the top family in Donglin would be truly deserved, solid as gold!

  "Fourth Uncle, a month from now, I will help you unblock your meridians and remove the toxins from your body."

  "Good" Ling Moqiu felt the fluctuation of the mysterious energy throughout his body, and finally found back the side that was once full of spirit and vigor. He patted Ling Wushuang's shoulder and smiled brightly, "Fourth Uncle, don't worry, you've just returned, you must be tired too, so take a good rest."

  Although Musou spoke lightly, it's probably not easy to get such an opportunity, and the Sacred Fruit is no ordinary spiritual medicine.

  "Yes, go ahead, hurry back to your room and get some rest." Old Master Ling cleared his throat, narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his beard, and smiled warmly.

  Ling Wushuang shuddered, she was more accustomed to the old man's violent side, hehe smiled twice, and then flashed away, the spiritual medicine in her hand, she wanted to rush to make it into a pill as soon as possible, enough to let her raise the overall strength of the Ling family by one level!

  "Ah, I forgot about this matter!" Just after Ling Wushuang left, Old Man Ling slapped his thigh and suddenly remembered something important that he hadn't mentioned.

  Ling Moqiu quickly regained his composure, furrowing his brow and saying: "Tian Ye sent someone to deliver the admission letter from Gan Nan Academy, but it hasn't been given to Wú Shuāng yet."

  In a mix of surprise and delight, he had actually forgotten such an important matter. For Musou, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it was a handwritten letter from Lord Tenya no less - something that couldn't be missed.