"If you are interested, you might as well give it a try!"
Shi Feng’s words ended, and the three of them looked at each other a few tis, but gave no answer.
The Zhao Family Patriarch Zhao Longhai, dressed in a yellow robe and sporting a waxen complexion that seed sowhat malnourished, turned to Lei Yi and said, "Why not let Lei Family Head give it a try while Wang Family Master and I back you up? I refuse to believe that together, our combined strength can’t handle such a youngster still wet behind the ears."
Upon hearing Zhao Longhai’s words, Lei Yi’s face imdiately darkened, and he shouted, "Zhao Longhai, don’t you fucking treat like a fool, thinking you can scare into being the fall guy. There’s no way! If we’re going to do this, the three of us will do it together!"
"Alright, this isn’t the ti for us to be at odds. Let’s strike together. We’ll discuss the division of the treasures afterward. Don’t forget, the secrets this young man holds are perhaps no less valuable than that sword," the short, plump Wang Yao said.
Lei Yi and Zhao Longhai realized the truth in Wang Yao’s final words.
Right, that kid’s Martial Skill was the freakish ability that let a Martial Disciple overpower soone in the Martial Spirit Realm. If they could obtain and successfully cultivate this Martial Skill...
Thinking this, both n couldn’t help but swallow their saliva unconsciously, enticed by the imnse temptation.
Hearing the words of the three n and seeing their expressions, Shi Feng, with the Blood-colored Longsword in hand, fearlessly walked toward them and said, "Have you finished discussing? Rember, if I am not dead today, the Hai Family will be your fate!"
At Shi Feng’s words, the three n imdiately paled.
So things are indeed so, but when soone puts it in words, people realize the true severity of the matter.
The three sunk into a brief silence, their thoughts racing. Then the short, plump Wang Yao was the first to speak up, addressing Shi Feng who was approaching step by step, "My Wang Family does not wish to be enemies with you."
Once Wang Yao had spoken, the other two n’s expressions changed once again. By saying this, Wang Yao was effectively yielding to the youth.
Shi Feng showed a satisfied expression, nodded, and said, "Good, you have so sense."
"You!" Upon hearing Shi Feng’s words, Wang Yao’s face turned red with anger. If anyone else in Moon City dared to speak to him that way, he would have extinguished their entire family long ago.
Just as Wang Yao was about to burst out, he forcefully restrained himself, comforting himself inwardly, "That kid is nothing more than a rabid dog that bites randomly. I don’t need to argue with a mad dog. A brash and arrogant fool like him, who doesn’t know when to back down, won’t live much longer anyway."
"What about you two?" Shi Feng then turned to Lei Yi and Zhao Longhai and asked.
"Hmph, since Fatty Wang has made his stance clear, what more is there for to say? My Zhao Family does not wish to be your enemy," followed Zhao Longhai, swiftly indicating his position as well.
"Hmm! Good! Now there’s just one more!" Shi Feng nodded in satisfaction once again, finally turning his gaze toward Lei Yi, "What about you, big guy?"
"I’m not stupid; to let these two old foxes watch a good show while I fight you to the death, even if I win, I’d be doing nothing but favoring these two clowns," Lei Yi said coldly.
Shi Feng halted his advancing steps, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the three n. With a thought, the ground shook with a rumble, and the earth beneath his feet cracked open to each side.
"Wait a mont!" Suddenly, the short, plump Wang Yao called out to Shi Feng.
"Hmm?" Everyone’s gaze focused on Wang Yao’s face.
"How’s that? Not satisfied, want to give it a try?" Shi Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over at Wang Yao again and said.
"Thirty miles north of Moon City..."
Wang Yao had barely started speaking when he was suddenly interrupted by Lei Yi’s roar, "Wang Yao! You!"
Wang Yao gave Lei Yi a glance but ignored him, continuing to speak to Shi Feng: "Thirty miles north of Moon City there is an Ancient Relic. In three days, our three great families plan to take our Martial Artists there for a challenge. If you’re interested, we’ll et at the northern gate in three days."
"See you in three days." After Shi Feng said this, he took a step forward, and his whole figure fell into the fissure. Imdiately after, the earth moved again, and the fissure closed quickly.
After Shi Feng left, Zhao Longhai hurriedly said to Wang Yao, "Fatty, shall the three of us strike with all our might now, to shake that kid to death underground?"
Wang Yao shook his head and said, "I still stand by what I said, I don’t want to make an enemy out of him unless absolutely necessary. He has a thod to kill Hai Batian; he might have a Martial Skill to withstand our attacks. Let’s go ho, notify the family mbers, he’s a malefic star, and we must not provoke him."
At this mont, Lei Yi suddenly shouted at Wang Yao again, "Fatso, has your brain been kicked by a donkey? Why the hell did you tell that little brat about the relic!"
Wang Yao looked disdainfully at Lei Yi, as if he scorned to answer his question, and said in an impatient tone, "We discovered that relic three years ago, and over these three years, aside from a lot of dead Martial Artists from our families, even the four of us nearly got left behind there several tis. Now that the Hai Family has fallen, our strength has diminished even more. With just our three families, do you think we’ll be able to decipher the relic in three days?"
"Fatty has made a good point." Zhao Longhai said, "That kid is crafty; he just might beco the key to our success in the relic." Zhao Longhai paused, glanced at Lei Yi with a mocking tone, "Brain kicked by a donkey? I think it’s your pig brain that’s been stomped on."
"Hmph! Do whatever you want! I just hope you’re not inviting the wolf into the house!" Lei Yi stord off, his rage apparent, and turned to walk up the stone steps.
On the other side, as soon as Shi Feng entered the underground, he began to flee rapidly, actually worried that the three Family Heads would join forces to strike and shake him dead.
It was nothing more than a bluff just now. Now that his Dantian was half shattered, if he forcibly used a cross-tier Martial Skill like Nine Nether Four Extres Seal again, he probably would indeed burst and die.
After fleeing the danger zone, Shi Feng ca out from underground and entered a secret chamber. This secret chamber was the Hai Family’s treasury discovered by Dark Evil; according to Shi Feng, all the gold and silver treasures in here were his spoils of war.
He opened over a dozen large treasure chests one by one, full of gold and silver jewelry, gold and silver coins, gold bars, and Jade Artifacts. These were the Hai Family’s wealth accumulated over hundreds of years. To reward himself for today’s hard work, a slight smile ford on the corners of Shi Feng’s mouth as he put all these chests into his Storage Ring.
"With this, our Ling’er can have chicken legs every day." Shi Feng said with a smile; with these funds, not to ntion buying chicken legs, having abalone, shark fin, bird’s nest, and ginseng every day was more than sufficient.
However, what pleased Shi Feng the most among them were the five chests full of Primordial Stones, roughly five thousand pieces in total, although they were all Lower Grade.
Primordial Stones are carriers of the Heavenly Earth Yuan Qi. The Primordial Energy of the world, along with the brilliance of the sun and moon, ford through hundreds, even thousands of years of accumulation.
Primordial Stones contain a great amount of Heavenly Earth Yuan Qi; pure and unadulterated, Martial Artists can directly absorb them during Cultivation, the effect naturally several tis stronger than rely absorbing the Primordial Qi from the heavens and earth.
However, Primordial Stones co in varying qualities: Lower Grade, Mid-Grade, High Grade, and Top-grade depending on purity and the amount of Primordial Energy they contain.
One Mid-Grade Primordial Stone is worth a hundred Lower Grade Primordial Stones.
One High Grade is equivalent to a hundred Mid-Grade.
Top-grade is equal to a hundred High Grade.
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