1000 7th great soul fruit
Morning sunlight spilled into the guest room. Lin Yuan stirred, groggy. For a moment, he waited.
No footsteps.
No soft humming.
No scent of herbs or warm soup drifting from the kitchen.
> "She's not here…"
He sighed. Sect Leader Yuexian usually made breakfast. Without her, the air felt strangely hollow.
After a quick bath, Lin Yuan wandered into the prince's mansion garden—and froze.
A towering **Soul Tree** stood near the jade wall, branches stretched like veins into the sky. Dozens of pale-glowing **soul fruits** shimmered among its leaves.
> "Just one… maybe I'll feel better."
Without thinking, he climbed.
The tree didn't resist—until his fingers brushed a fruit.
*CRACK.*
A jolt of **soul force** slammed into him like lightning. His body fell limp. He collapsed onto the branch, soul shivering, vision blurring.
---
Suddenly, a shadow flickered nearby.
**Lady Mingyan** appeared beside the trunk, eyes narrow with concern.
> "What happened to you? Your soul... it's fractured!"
Lin Yuan groaned. "I just… wanted a snack."
She looked at him like he was a toddler trying to tame a dragon.
> "You *climbed* the Soul Tree? This one's ancient—it might produce **7th-grade soul fruit**! You're lucky it didn't rip your soul apart!"
She sighed and pressed her fingers to his chest.
> "I'm transferring 100 high-grade spirit stones to your account. Go. Buy proper soul fruit to heal. And *never* touch this tree again."
Maids rushed in from the mansion, skirts fluttering.
> "What happened?"
> "Did he fall?"
> "He looks pale!"
Unlike other cultivators, they weren't intimidated by Lin Yuan. Most had served as concubines or maids in the prince's harem. Now, they competed daily—not with swords, but with **beauty and food**.
> *That's how the prince got to 260 kilos,* Lin Yuan thought grimly.
Though Prince Xuanyuan Cheng was trying to refine **sunlight into qi**, his body was still bloated, and his qi flow was clumsy.
> "I need to talk to the butler," Lin Yuan muttered.
---
The butler bowed deeply when summoned.
> "What are your orders, Master Lin?"
Lin Yuan handed him a pouch of spirit stones.
> "I tried to pick a soul fruit and nearly died. Go buy real ones. High grade. Urgent."
The butler returned an hour later with **a cart of 1,000 soul fruits**, fresh and glowing with inner light.
The prince waddled over, curiosity piqued.
> "I heard you were injured? And soul fruit—my favorite!"
> "Come to your cultivation chamber," Lin Yuan said curtly.
Maids tried to follow.
> "We'll assist!"
> "He shouldn't be alone with her."
Lin Yuan growled.
> "No. You'll distract him."
He dragged the prince into the **sealed formation room** and locked it with a gesture. A barrier shimmered into place—100 beautiful women now stood outside, arms crossed, glaring through the misty veil.
> "Drink this," Lin Yuan said, handing over a glowing vial.
The prince blinked. "What is it?"
> "Poison."
> "WHAT?!"
> "Relax. It's *refining poison*. It won't kill you—it'll burn away the **impurities in your spiritual qi**."
> "You poisoned me?!"
> "Yes. Now sit down and absorb qi. Or keep your flabby qi and go cry to your butler."
Realizing Lin Yuan wasn't joking—and that the barrier was sealed—the prince gulped and sat down.
As the poison took hold, his bloated qi began swirling faster, burning off dark sludge from within.
> *"This… actually feels clean…"* he whispered.
Meanwhile, Lin Yuan sat on the floor with a quiet groan and pulled the basket of soul fruit toward him.
One.
Three.
Ten.
Fifty…
His **Sunfire Seed** activated, burning the soul fruit's essence into purified spiritual energy.
A hundred soul fruits. Then two hundred. Three hundred…
Until finally—
He collapsed beside the prince, covered in sweat, soul trembling.
---
Lin Yuan sleep like baby. How his brother and sister sleep.
His Soul pulsed with new layers—silent rings of power expanding outward, like ripples through spirit glass.
His soul was stronger. Brighter. Sharper.
The fruit had pushed him forward.
Inside the sealed cultivation room, the air was thick with the scent of soul fruit and spiritual haze.
**Lin Yuan** lay fast asleep on the mat, breath steady, skin flushed faintly with light. The energy from over **a thousand soul fruits** was still swirling through his meridians. The glow of **Sunfire** flickered faintly from within his chest.
Nearby, **Prince Xuanyuan Cheng** opened his eyes groggily, still trembling from the last wave of poison-purification.
His gaze drifted.
And froze.
Lin Yuan's face, in rest, looked almost serene.
Pale lips. Long lashes. Skin soft like porcelain.
The gentle rhythm of his breath made his collar rise and fall like a sleeping maiden's.
The prince blinked.
> "So beautiful…"
His heart thudded awkwardly. A mix of confusion and heat filled his chest.
> *Is she sleeping.Her face is so beautiful.Her voice… her body… and that face...long legs. *
He shook his head violently.
> "No. No. Bad thoughts. I'm cultivating now. I'm a man of Yang. Yang resists temptation. Yang purifies the mind! Those evil though is my bodies fault. I am not a beast. "
He grabbed the **rest of the poison vial** and downed it like bitter wine, ignoring the sting.
Moments later, his body slumped to the side, unconscious.
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Outside the formation, the air buzzed with impatience.
Nearly **a hundred maids** were seated on cushions, their expressions a mix of curiosity, suspicion, and gossip-thirst.
> "They've been in there *all day.*"
> "One man. One girl. One closed formation."
> "What do you think is happening?"
> "She's probably draining him dry."
> "What if she *ate* him?"
The **butler**, now red-faced from hearing the same lines for the tenth time, stood with crossed arms at the gate.
> "His Highness's soul token remains stable. Vital signs normal. Go back to your chores!"
> "But–!"
> "GO."
No one moved.
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*Inside the realm of mist and starlight…*
A shimmering portal bloomed open. Out stepped **Lady Mingyan**, dressed in twilight robes, a starlight pin glinting in her hair.
She frowned at the collapsed pair on the ground.
> "Idiot prince… trying to resist temptation with poison and raw willpower. Still better than licking buns all day."
She knelt beside **Lin Yuan**, brushing his damp hair back gently.
The air shifted.
In a blink, they both vanished—spirited away into a **secrete trlm**, hidden between the petals of the moonlight.
There, in center stood a **soul condensing array**—ancient, glowing with runes carved by the hands of goddesses.
> *"You need rest, Lin Yuan. But your soul… it deserves to grow."*
Lady Mingyan laid him in the center of the circle.
Moments later, a second woman come.
**Lady Fangyuan**, quiet and graceful, her sleeves fluttering like leaves in the breeze.
Without a word, she knelt opposite Mingyan, closed her eyes, and released her time domain —a power known to accelerate soul recovery tenfold.
The array ignited.
Lin Yuan's sleeping body glowed—his soul gently reforming, pulsing stronger with each breath.
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*Meanwhile, back in the mansion…*
> "Did anyone hear moaning?"
> "That was probably the prince."
> "She poisoned him, I swear."
"The are doing. Soon you wil lesson sleeping sound.
The butler nearly exploded.
> "THEY ARE IN CULTIVATION! THIS IS A SACRED PROCESS!"
One of the maids whispered to her friend:
> "Sacred or not… if that girl tames the prince, she will boss you around. " >"Will she go back to tai yin sect or stay here and enjoy her life "
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