Martial Master

Mo Qianyuan exerted all his strength to attract the Dao Fruit, and soon enough, another Dao Fruit responded, causing his heart to settle. However, tragedy struck again as a powerful force swept across, instantly causing the Dao Fruit he was communicating with to drop away. Mo Qianyuan didn't even need to turn his head; just by looking at the flight path of the fruit, he could determine that it was definitely that person.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why do you have to snatch fruits that aren't even yours? Moreover, you've already harvested so many, why are you still so greedy?

He wished he could jump up and slap Qin Chen dead on the spot, but thinking about the absolute rule that he couldn't act during the process of communicating with the Dao Grass, he could only forcibly suppress his anger and continue to attract the next fruit. However, no matter how he influenced the fruit, the final result was always the same: it was snatched away by that brat. This was only natural. Although Qin Chen was only half a step into the Martial God realm, his actual strength was far superior to that of an ordinary Martial God. Not to mention, he wielded the Spatial Law, one of the most horrifying laws in the world, making it incredibly easy for him to attract the Dao Fruits.

Furthermore, Qin Chen had mastered a vast number of rules from the Demon Tribe, allowing him to resonate with the various laws of heaven and earth. While others might need to exert all their strength to attract the Dao Fruits, Qin Chen did it with ease. Soon, all the Dao Fruits were attracted to Qin Chen, with others watching helplessly, their eyes reddening in frustration.

What infuriated them even more was that Qin Chen actually started consuming the fruits right in front of everyone, and before they knew it, he had swallowed more than half of the Dao Fruits he had snatched, with juice still dripping from the corners of his mouth, glowing with radiant light and containing the essence of the Dao. This was simply wasteful. The crowd was going insane. The Dao Fruits contained the comprehension of the rules, but for a normal person, eating one or two would be the limit, three to five at most. Those who could break through to the Nineth Level Martial God naturally had that talent, able to comprehend as soon as they consumed the Dao Fruits.

Eating too many would be nothing but waste. But now, hadn't Qin Chen consumed at least dozens of Dao Fruits? In fact, Qin Chen hadn’t actually eaten the Dao Fruits; he had used the Spatial Law to swiftly store them in the Qiankun Transformation Jade Dish, giving the impression that he had swallowed a large portion of them in an instant.

At this moment, everyone was furious, their eyes blazing with anger, shaking with rage.

Only Zhuo Lengjun next to Qin Chen was extremely excited because Qin Chen had attracted so many Dao Fruits that the power of the rules in this area was rampant, and the essence of the Dao Grass was rich and abundant. He also gained considerable benefits, feeling light and ethereal, as if he were about to ascend to immortality.

"Damn it, this kid is too much!" The crowd trembled with anger. However, they still suppressed their fury and continued to attract the fruits. Boom! In the end, the remaining Dao Fruits all glowed and flew up, a large portion falling towards Qin Chen, but more than a dozen were attracted by Ji Ruri, Ziyun Fairy, Mo Qianyuan, Ji Ruxing, and others, merging into their bodies. Qin Chen frowned, not expecting that, at the last moment, he would still lose a dozen fruits.

However, Qin Chen quickly let it go.

Because this wasn't due to his lack of strength, but rather Ji Ruri and others were genuinely talented, attracting the light of the Dao and resonating with heaven and earth, causing the Dao Grass to ultimately choose some of them for rewards. Heaven and earth may be unkind, but there is always a glimmer of hope. The Dao Grass, being the grass of the Dao, would naturally leave a sliver of hope for everyone, which was the frightening aspect of the Dao Grass—it couldn't be monopolized by one person. But this was enough; out of a total of eighty-one Dao Fruits, Qin Chen received sixty-four, taking the majority. Moreover, whether it was Ji Ruri or Mo Qianyuan, they ultimately received only one each, let alone preparing one for Ziyun Fairy’s brother; they almost returned empty-handed. Qin Chen swallowed the Dao Fruit that was most suitable for him, instantly glowing, as if the order of the Dao was resonating within him. That bottleneck he had been stuck at, half a step into the Martial God realm, seemed to loosen slightly.