CHAPTER 1207: CHAPTER 793: ROOTS OF SEEKING WOOD

Hai Fuyu’s words didn’t fully convince the two Giant Spirits, because they still harbored a deep hatred for the Bitter Sea.

Feng, with an angry expression, said: "Believe your nonsense? Dream on!"

"Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant, I’m more interested in his opinion."

Hai Fuyu looked at Xiang Beifei, at the power of thunder surrounding him, and then at his Yu Divine Stele. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly exclaimed, "I know who you are. You’re not from the Thunder Dao Race, you’re—Human Race!"

"You can even tell that?" Xiaohei asked in confusion.

"There’s an aura about you that I’m very familiar with—right, it’s Wufeng’s aura. You’re a descendant of Wufeng; I can’t be sure if you’re his son or grandson, but my perception doesn’t lie," Hai Fuyu said.

Xiang Beifei was silent for a moment, then asked, "You knew Wufeng?"

"He came here once. Although I was in a deep sleep then, the Yu Divine Stele was taken away. When he helped the Giant Spirit Race leave this place, I woke up. Speaking of which, I must thank Wufeng. Without him taking the Yu Divine Stele, I might have slept forever," Hai Fuyu said calmly.

"Stop trying to cozy up!" Zhai Kong said through gritted teeth.

"I know you came here for the root of Seeking Wood and the fragments of the Yu Divine Stele, but unfortunately, I have no cards left," Hai Fuyu said regretfully.

Xiang Beifei frowned, "This doesn’t sound like something someone looking to make a deal would say."

Normally, people wouldn’t reveal they have no cards to play; they’d at least leave themselves some leeway. Even if they had no backup, they should pretend to have one, at least for show.

"If you didn’t have the Yu Divine Stele, then my Ruishui River could still trap the root of Seeking Wood, and we could negotiate properly. But since you have the Yu Divine Stele, I no longer have chips to trade with you. Seeking pointless discomfort is meaningless; I don’t like doing meaningless things."

Hai Fuyu was very straightforward.

"So you’re just giving up like that?" Xiaohei asked in confusion.

"What else could I do? The Heavenly Dao Laws sealed within the Yu Divine Stele are not to be taken lightly, and I believe the Giant Spirit Race understands that," Hai Fuyu said, giving a meaningful look at Feng and Zhai Kong.

The two Giant Spirits glared at him angrily.

Xiang Beifei evaluated Hai Fuyu and considered his words but didn’t fully trust him either.

After a while, he waved his hand, causing the surrounding Ruishui River to surge and split to the sides. He quickly reached the stone platform and looked at the root of Seeking Wood.

Soon he felt the presence of a strange power. It was enveloped in a very strong formation, with formation patterns swirling around, quite unique, and not much different from the patterns on a blood altar.

Buzz!

A force gently rippled, emitting a faint glow that quickly vanished.

It was the power of the Ancestral Dao Realm!

"Daoist Qingde! It’s really him!"

Luo Shanyou recognized these formations, took a deep breath, and couldn’t hide his excitement in his voice.

Xiang Beifei carefully observed these formations, discovering that his grandfather had protected the root of Seeking Wood very securely, linking it completely with the severed root of Seeking Wood. It was impossible for a normal person to take away Seeking Wood.

He cautiously reached out to touch it, but was quickly met with a repelling force that bounced his hand away.

"This is quite securely protected," Xiang Beifei said.

"Let me try."

Zhai Kong gave Hai Fuyu a warning glance, then walked over, shouted loudly, and swung his fist, which instantly filled with brown light!

He punched out!

Boom!

The formation on the stone platform rotated, emitting a cyan light that directly bounced Zhai Kong’s force back.

"Trash!"

Zhai Kong was sent flying backward.

Hai Fuyu calmly stood aside, crossing his hands in front of him, saying, "Brute force can’t break this restraint."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhai Kong said angrily, rolling up his sleeves and rubbing his fist.

This time, he gathered all his might, with a punch imbued with terrifying power, as if it could tear through the void.

Boom!

His fist landed!

The formation remained unscathed, and Zhai Kong was sent flying back again.

"I don’t believe it!"

Zhai Kong swore and stabilized himself again, then threw out another punch!

And was sent flying back again.

...

After about ten punches and being sent flying ten times, Zhai Kong stopped and said, "Surely it’s because I’m not big enough!"

The Giant Spirit Race was like this, with thick skin and immense strength, relying on brute force. They always believed there was nothing that couldn’t be solved with one punch.

If there was, then two punches.

But unfortunately, in the face of such a strange formation, he was still eating crow.

"Such a fool," Hai Fuyu shook his head and said.

He was very familiar with the personality of the Giant Spirit Race, but there was no way to stop them now—let them throw their punches as they pleased.

Xiaohei asked in confusion, "By the way, when the old Giant Spirit sent you two over, didn’t he tell you how to break this formation?"

Feng was silent for a moment, then said, "He said we would receive help."

Li Qianluo curiously said, "Receive help? From whom? Can he foresee the future?"

Feng and Zhai Kong both turned their eyes to Xiang Beifei.

"At first, we weren’t sure what the help would be, but I think the help is definitely you," Zhai Kong said, pointing at Xiang Beifei.

"Why?"

"Because the Clan Leader said that when we see you, we must protect you, though I feel like you don’t even need our protection," Zhai Kong shrugged.

Xiang Beifei found it strange that the old Giant Spirit was so sure he would come to this place?