You dare to cultivate without money?!

Chapter 1271 - 820: Why Give It to Zhang Yu?!

If it were in the past, Ying Aikun had plenty of things to prove his Immortal Dao Potential.

But now, the most valuable thing he possesses is this Qiankun Pot, and after introducing it, he inevitably feels a bit lacking in confidence, glancing anxiously at the massive corpse.

Listening to Ying Aikun’s introduction, Zhang Yu secretly marvels, "Isn’t this guy no longer part of the Immortal Clan? How does he still have so many assets? How wealthy must he have been before?"

At this moment, Ying Aikun’s gaze tightens as he senses more cultivators about to arrive.

Ying Aikun hurriedly urges, "Elder? Well, have I passed?"

Seeing the massive corpse still silent, Ying Aikun becomes anxious, "Elder!"

Zhang Yu, imitating the voice of the massive corpse, says, "Patience. Let’s wait for other talents to arrive so I can see if they have the qualifications to obtain the Immortal Inheritance too."

In an instant, two more cultivators arrive, both Divinity Transformation Cultivators from Netherworld Palace and White Bone Sect.

As soon as these two cultivators arrive, they look vigilantly at Ying Aikun, because currently, in the entire secluded arena, Ying Aikun is the most renowned and considered most likely to obtain the Immortal Inheritance, making them wary.

But observing the massive corpse’s state and Ying Aikun, both notice that Ying Aikun seemingly has not obtained the Immortal Inheritance yet, causing secret excitement, with a hint of greed in their eyes as they look at the massive corpse.

At this moment, the massive corpse speaks, "In the path of immortality, strength reigns supreme. Only one person can ultimately obtain this Immortal Inheritance, and we’ll see who among you it is."

Instantly, the two cultivators from Netherworld Palace and White Bone Sect become tense, knowing Ying Aikun holds a high-level Killing Certificate, and killing them here carries no consequence, especially in the Spirit Realm’s severed situation.

Ying Aikun also knows... now that the Spirit Realm is severed in the secluded arena, with no True God to oversee, it’s as if all laws are nonexistent. Will the two cultivators before him strike first?

With just a single sentence, the fragile peace among the three is shattered completely, turning into a situation rife with killing intent.

It’s unclear who wished to strike first, but when divine light flares up, the power of the three Divinity Transformation Cultivators crashes together violently.

Before they could determine victory or defeat, another divine light quickly joins the battlefield.

"Let’s deal with Ying Aikun first, then decide who gets the Immortal Inheritance."

As pillar after pillar of divine light joins the fray, the number of Divinity Transformation Cultivators encircling Ying Aikun rapidly surges to eight.

Under the heavy encirclement of divine light, the eight Divinity Transformation Cultivators each activate Magic Treasures and perform Taoist Skills, attacking Ying Aikun.

Perhaps due to the Old Graveyard’s peculiar environment, they are all without physical bodies, carrying only their Primordial Spirits and Divine Souls, their speed like thunder and lightning, hard to capture.

Seeing this, Ying Aikun snorts coldly, forms a Taoist Technique with his hand, and gently taps his Qiankun Pot, capturing all attacks into his independent space effortlessly, unharmed.

A Divinity Transformation Cultivator shouts, "Use Space Treasures together to disrupt his space entrance!"

The sight of eight Divinity Transformation Cultivators simultaneously activating their Space Treasures, intending to seal off Ying Aikun’s Qiankun Pot.

But in the next moment, as the Qiankun Pot soars to the sky, the space structures of the eight’s Space Treasures shatter altogether, crushed by the collision with the Qiankun Pot’s independent space, leaving the Divinity Transformation Cultivators heartbroken.

Ying Aikun says calmly, "What grade of Space Treasures do you have? How dare you collide with my Qiankun Pot?"

Then he flashes swiftly, traversing space, appearing in front of a Netherworld Palace cultivator’s Primordial Spirit, a finger adorned with streaks of Thunder Fire, harshly colliding with the opposing Primordial Spirit.

Ordinarily, Divinity Transformation Cultivators, moving with Primordial Spirits, cast more swiftly and move as fast as lightning, making them elusive and hard to catch.

Yet at this moment, Ying Aikun traverses space again and again, as though with foresight, repeatedly colliding on the Primordial Spirits’ paths, delivering powerful consecutive vibrations to numerous Primordial Spirits, single-handedly driving back the eight Divinity Transformation Cultivators step by step.

In this instance, battling one against eight, moving with successive instant transitions, his offensive is evidently more aggressive and unstoppable than their eight Primordial Spirits combined.

"Hmph, with just you lot... do you dare to challenge me?"

"If numbers worked, why would I need to earn so much wealth?"

"Even if I’m not Immortal Clan, I, as one person, have more assets than all eight of you combined."

"Get lost!"

In a roar, Ying Aikun instantly traverses space eight times consecutively, managing within an instant to severely damage the Primordial Spirits of eight Divinity Transformation Cultivators, driving their Primordial Spirits to retreat one by one.

At the same time, at the lab entrance, Ling Chiyue gazes at the darkness before him, seeing the divine light representing Ying Aikun ascend like a great sun, illuminating all around.

The originally close eight divine lights to Ying Aikun, however, after a clash, each dims, like stars shrouded by the sun, no longer able to shine.

Ling Chiyue muses, "After all, Elder Ying stepped down from above, how could ordinary Divinity Transformation Cultivators be his match?"

Meanwhile, Qin Chuan watches from the entrance, sighing deeply, "Predetermined! Truly predetermined."

Jiang Xunyi, who initially intended to join the battlefield, quietly retreats, filled with trepidation, "The gap is too vast! Even teaming with other Divinity Transformations, we probably couldn’t defeat him."

While Ying Aikun alone repels many Divinity Transformation Cultivators, within the massive corpse, Zhang Yu, through successive bouts of frantic absorption, finally completely absorbs the Cave Heaven Power within the Seniors’ corpse before him.

"Finally..."

In the next moment, as he wills, the seniors’ corpse before him gets absorbed into the Immortal Cave Heaven.

As though with a thunderous roar, the entire Immortal Cave Heaven has started to violently expand.

Simultaneously, Ying Aikun, having swept through his foes, turns back to see the previously immobile massive corpse standing up.

Witnessing this, Ying Aikun is visibly excited, "After repelling all opponents, is the Immortal Inheritance finally being given to me?"

The many Divinity Transformation Cultivators who had retreated far away also focus on this scene, eyes full of envy, jealousy, and resentment directed at Ying Aikun.

"A black curtain! Kunxu’s sky is indeed too dark!"

"He counts as Divinity Transformation? Clearly demoted from a higher realm, stealing our fortune!"

"Damn it... bringing a Space Treasure worth billions into the field, how were we to compete?"

As Ying Aikun eagerly watches the massive corpse, he suddenly sees the massive corpse turn, facing away from him, speaking towards where it had been sitting silently.

"Congratulations young friend, for obtaining the Immortal Inheritance, becoming Elder Ying’s descendent."

This voice is incomparably old, completely different from the voice Zhang Yu had imitated, seemingly the true voice of the massive corpse.

Hearing these words, Ying Aikun hesitates slightly, then sees a silhouette slowly materialize in the previously empty space — it is Zhang Yu.

At this moment, Zhang Yu’s eyes are tightly shut, his body swirling with Cave Heaven Power, successive layers of Cave Heaven scenery manifesting behind him.

"That is..." Ying Aikun says in disbelief, "Independent space? The Cave Heaven left by the old guy?"

"Why give it to Zhang Yu?!"

He shouts angrily, "How could it be given to Zhang Yu’s!"