Chapter 11: Two Fruits

Ten minutes later, Chen Xian rode his little donkey to the end of the alley and stopped, holding a bloodstained wrench in his hand, looking rather fierce.

Bang bang… bang bang bang.

His heart raced, the scene earlier had been quite exhilarating.

This was the first time in Chen Xian’s life that he had fought against robbers.

In the alley, five people lay scattered about, eyes tightly shut—uncertain whether dead or alive. Their hands and feet were bound with duct tape; even if they woke, there was no hope of escape.

These five were the robbers, all subdued by Chen Xian.

He had checked—they were not dead. Each still had a pulse, merely knocked unconscious by his wrench.

It took a while before Chen Xian’s heartbeat returned to normal and he regained his composure.

He gazed at the unconscious men, thoughts swirling in his mind.

“If I call the police, and when they arrive these guys tell them I’m impervious to bullets, what then?”

“That’s my secret—if it gets out, will I be locked up and dissected like a lab rat?”

“But… even if they said it, the police probably wouldn’t believe them, would think the robbers are insane. Who would believe a mortal body could withstand bullets?”

“Luckily, this is an abandoned demolition zone—the tenants have all moved out, no witnesses, only these five know my secret.”

Chen Xian pondered silently, his gaze falling upon two large black backpacks.

He had already looked inside—filled to the brim with gold, specifically gold jewelry: chains, bracelets, rings, and more, worth at least two or three million.

Though it was a fortune, Chen Xian had no intention of keeping it. He lived by his own principles.

A gentleman loves wealth, but acquires it righteously.

Retracting his gaze from the backpacks, he closed his eyes. He had yet to examine the mysterious tree in his mind.

Boom!

With a faint rumble, as if a dimensional gate had opened, Chen Xian’s consciousness entered the hazy space within his mind. A tree, blazing red like fire, appeared before him.

On a branch near the root, two fruits shone a fiery red, like twin miniature suns, radiating a captivating glow.

Chen Xian’s heart thudded wildly, breath catching in his throat.

“My god, this time I’ve struck it rich—who would’ve thought the attack from five robbers would condense two fruits at once!”

“Two fruits—what treasures lie within?”

“Are they immortal pills, or legendary artifacts?”

Having witnessed the tree’s mysterious powers, Chen Xian’s anticipation for the treasures within the fruits grew ever higher.

He suppressed his excitement, extending his consciousness toward one of the fiery fruits and commanded, “Pick!”

Crack!

One fruit dropped and split in two, releasing a dazzling brilliance. Within the glow were two ancient, worn, gray-black tomes, exuding the scent of ages, endless mystery, and profound antiquity.

Chen Xian was overjoyed at the sight.

He focused his mind on the two books, noting the archaic, mystical script on their covers, distinct from the sacred, imposing characters of the “Supreme Chaos Formula.”

Yet, Chen Xian instantly recognized the titles: “Dragon Elephant Divine Fist” and “Secret Art of Spiritual Control.”

He opened the first, “Dragon Elephant Divine Fist,” with his mind.

“Cultivating the ‘Dragon Elephant Divine Fist’ will grant unparalleled strength, sweeping away all foes. At its peak, one can transform into a divine dragon soaring the heavens, or a sacred elephant trampling earth and sky, wielding immense power. This technique is divided into…”

“To become a dragon, an elephant! This… this is truly formidable!”

After reading the first level of the “Dragon Elephant Divine Fist,” Chen Xian took a deep breath, secretly astonished.

He could not view the second level yet; only by mastering the first could he unlock the next stage.

“The ‘Supreme Chaos Formula’ mainly elevates cultivation, though whether it hides powerful skills remains unknown.

But the ‘Dragon Elephant Divine Fist’ is an offensive technique. The two complement each other perfectly!” Chen Xian thought.

Until now, he possessed only a method for improving cultivation, lacking any means of attack—like a brute with immense strength but no combat skills, unable to unleash his true fighting potential. Facing five robbers, he could only brandish a wrench and fight in the most primitive manner.

Now, with the “Dragon Elephant Divine Fist,” Chen Xian had acquired combat techniques and offensive skills, able to transform his strength into real fighting power.

Chen Xian did not immediately train the “Dragon Elephant Divine Fist,” but instead used his consciousness to open the second tome, “Secret Art of Spiritual Control.”

“Cultivating this secret art allows one to seal memories, search souls, directly obliterate consciousness, intimidate, and cast illusions upon enemies whose spirit is weaker or similar to your own.

As long as the foe’s spirit is weaker than the practitioner’s, using this art consumes only the enemy’s spiritual energy, leaving your own untouched.

Of course, if the practitioner wishes, they can expend some of their own spirit to lessen the damage to the opponent.

To train memory sealing and spiritual obliteration, one must cultivate the ‘Supreme Chaos Formula’ and condense the first spiritual wheel. The method is…

To perform a complete soul search and read all memories in someone’s mind requires at least five spiritual wheels, greatly enhancing spiritual power…”

Having read the “Secret Art of Spiritual Control,” Chen Xian could not help but rejoice.

“If I master the ‘Memory Sealing’ technique, I need no longer fear the five robbers revealing my bullet-dodging secret!”

Thinking thus, Chen Xian immediately sat cross-legged, eyes shut, earnestly comprehending the “Memory Sealing” method within the Secret Art.

He ignored the five unconscious robbers—after all, a cooked duck cannot fly away.

Half an hour passed.

His eyelids quivered as Chen Xian opened his eyes, intense light flashing in his gaze, a smile curling on his lips as he murmured, “The Memory Sealing secret is indeed profound!”

He had mastered the Memory Sealing technique, and rose to approach the five unconscious robbers.

Standing before the hawk-eyed robber, Chen Xian placed his hand atop the man’s head, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed, as if a Buddha bestowing salvation.

Yet the robber’s face twisted with pain, brows furrowed even in slumber.

Chen Xian moved swiftly—within seconds he withdrew his hand and moved to the next robber.

In mere moments, he had sealed the hawk-eyed robber’s memories of the battle.

The man’s face grew paler—a sign of spiritual injury, or more accurately, mental damage; mild cases left one listless, severe cases could render one an imbecile.

Minutes later, Chen Xian had touched each robber’s head, sealing all memories related to himself and the fight.

Satisfied, he glanced over them, took out the latest top-brand phone gifted by Zhang Xin, and dialed the police.

It was time to reap the rewards!

After calling and hanging up, Chen Xian sat aside, closed his eyes, and extended his consciousness toward the other condensed fiery fruit.