Others Level Up, but I Pursue Cultivation!

"Haha, with these two bottles of healing pills, my injuries will surely heal quickly!"

This person was a burly man, with a fierce face and two scars on his face, looking quite intimidating.

Seeing his healing pills stolen, Su Xing immediately stepped forward, reached out, and said:

"My healing pills, give them back to me!"

The burly man on the other side said, "Hehe, what do you mean your healing pills? If I snatched them, they're mine!"

Su Xing frowned and said, "Just now, the lord left four bottles of pills before leaving, we are exactly four people, so naturally, it's one bottle per person!"

After hearing Su Xing's words, the fierce man laughed heartily and said:

"What, do you have proof? If you can make the lord decide personally, I will definitely return the pills to you!"

"How naive! Coming here... do you still talk about rules and fairness?"

Seeing the arrogant demeanor of the burly man, Su Xing felt a chill in his heart.

It was evident that this man was likely a body cultivator. Although he was severely injured, compared to Qi Cultivation cultivators, he had a natural combat advantage, so he was so arrogant.

But this was just in a simulation. Could Su Xing really back down?

Although the burly man was a body cultivator, his cultivation level was only equivalent to that of an early-stage Void Breaker, and his realm was not even stable.

Even though Su Xing was injured, dealing with someone like this would be as easy as crushing him with one hand!

"Since that's the case, there's no need to say more..."

Su Xing didn't hesitate, and with the little Origin Force in his body, he threw a punch at the burly man's face.

The burly man was shocked. He rapidly used a technique, his body bulging like a balloon, surrounded by black light. It seemed to be a defensive divine skill.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the burly man, who had swelled like a balloon, was instantly blasted back to his original form by Su Xing. The burly man spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weak.

The burly man, who originally only had light injuries, suddenly looked miserable, severely injured.

"Master! Lord, spare me, I'll give them to you, I'll return your healing pills!"

In the blink of an eye, the once fierce burly man was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy, blood continuously spurting from his mouth.

Su Xing took the healing pills but continued to reach out. In a cold voice, he said:

"And the other bottle!"

Hearing this, the burly man's face showed fear. Hesitating, he said, "Master, have mercy..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Xing kicked the burly man away and stepped on his leg.

With a forceful stomp, Su Xing crippled one of the burly man's legs.

Su Xing took the other bottle of healing pills from the burly man's hand, completely ignoring his screams behind him.

"Haha, as expected, in such an evil sect like the Descending Sect, it is naturally survival of the fittest... There are no rules at all!"

"There's no punishment for fighting in public... but as I'm new here, not knowing the Descending Sect's bottom line, I dare not kill anyone rashly..."

Su Xing shook his head.

Although he didn't kill the fierce man, Su Xing had almost crippled him. In the next month, his injuries would definitely not recover.

When it came time to participate in the Immortal Sprout contest, this man would have no chance of winning, and he would most likely die!

Su Xing always liked to eliminate future threats.

Thinking this way, Su Xing took out the pills in his hand. They were blood red with a slight smell of blood. They seemed to be healing pills, but taking them might be harmful.

But at a critical moment, with the Blood Seed contest a month away, Su Xing didn't know the details, so he had to take them first.

Without rushing to swallow, he looked around and soon saw the two "prison mates" who had been watching the show just now.

Seeing Su Xing approach, the two "prison mates" were on guard, standing together and glaring at Su Xing, seemingly worried that he might snatch their healing pills as well.

Maintaining a safe distance from the two cultivators, Su Xing indicated that he had no ill intentions, and then said:

"Gentlemen, I am new here, may I know which realm you come from? If you could tell me, I would be grateful..."

After saying this, Su Xing flicked his fingers, and two healing pills respectively fell into the hands of the two cultivators.

The two men decisively took the pills, then suspiciously glanced at Su Xing.

After determining Su Xing had no ill intentions, a man with a sharp voice said:

"Hehe, it seems you ascended from a small realm... I am not from another realm, but a cultivator from the Qingyun Realm itself. Admiring the Descending Sect for a long time, I joined it..."

Hearing this, Su Xing nodded with a smile but felt a bit disdainful in his heart.

Heh, a traitor!

Su Xing's gaze then turned to the slightly wooden cultivator. After a moment of silence, he said:

"Haha, I come from the Black Water Small Realm..."

Su Xing nodded slightly, it seemed this cultivator, like Su Xing, came from a small realm.

Su Xing flicked his fingers, and two more healing pills respectively fell into their hands.

The two men accepted the pills, their faces showing slight joy.

It should be known that a bottle of pills contained only ten pills, and Su Xing had almost given away half a bottle in an instant.

After handing out these benefits, Su Xing continued to ask:

"Haha, I am not very clear about this so-called Blood Seed contest. Could you two explain it to me?"

Hearing Su Xing's words, the man with a sharp voice waved his hand and said:

"Brother, being so generous, let's help each other when we become Blood Seeds in the future..."

"As for the Blood Seed contest, it's no secret, of course, I can tell you!"

Pausing for a moment, the man explained:

"The so-called Blood Seed contest is selecting from numerous Blood Seed reserves, members of the Descending Sect, with a melee competition every three years..."