Ch 115: Mysterious Figures
Seven figures cut low through the sky, all draped in black robes, their faces hidden behind masks.
Each radiated the terrifying pressure of the Peak Golden Core Realm, while a faint, sinister, impure aura clung to their bodies.
The shadowy figure at the centre finally spoke, his voice low and cold.
“I have received news.”
He paused briefly, then continued,“Those Corpse bastards… have been annihilated.”
One of the black-robed figures flying beside him spoke up, his youthful voice tinged with shock.
“What did you say…?”
He then let out an arrogant laugh before continuing,“Heh… those useless trash deserved it. Still, anyone capable of killing them in this backwater region can’t have a simple background.”
The others in black robes nodded, their gazes flicking toward the figure at the centre.
The shadowy man’s eyes stayed forward as he spoke calmly,“That is not our priority. First, we obtain what we came for. After that… we leave. No involvement beyond that.”
The others exchanged glances, clearly not expecting such an order.
The same young figure spoke again, curiosity creeping into his usually arrogant tone.“We’ve flown all this way without using teleportation formations or flying boats. On top of that, you insisted we all come. Is there some kind of heavenly treasure we’re after?”
The shadowy figure’s voice turned icy.“Watch your mouth. Say another unnecessary word, and you’ll lose your life.”
He continued, his tone grave.“Ever since the incident with the Clamor Family, the sect has kept him on a tight leash. If it weren’t for his background, he would have been executed long ago.”
“So we can’t use teleportation formations or flying boats,” the young man muttered. “Otherwise, they might catch our trail.”
After a brief pause, the shadowy figure spoke again.“Once we obtain what we need, he will head to the Central Continent. If we follow him there, we’re bound to come across great opportunities.”
His eyes turned cold and sinister.“So we must get that no matter what. And be warned, there are people of unknown origin in this countryside. Even Mo Xuan fell at their hands. So remember this...”
His gaze fixed on the man who had spoken earlier.“Do not provoke anyone. Not cultivators. Not factions.”
He emphasised each word.“And not even fucking mortals.”
The other black-robed figures nodded solemnly, their expressions hardening.
Even the previously arrogant speaker fell silent, muttering,“Fine…”
An old man, with an exceptionally long white beard, strolled along the bustling street.
He wore light golden-yellow robes, embroidered with delicate yellow roses.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gave off the faint impression of a wandering immortal, though the smug smile on his face ruined the illusion entirely.
From time to time, passersby would turn for a second glance at the otherworldly old man, whispering amongst themselves.
Su Wen and Du Yue followed closely behind him.
Du Yue wore a bright, cheerful smile as she thought about all the new robes she had bought, while Suzume, perched atop Su Wen’s head, was equally gleeful, admiring the soft muffler wrapped around her neck, which only made her look even more adorable.
Su Wen, on the other hand, felt a sharp pang in his heart as he sent his Soul Sense into his storage ring and checked the remaining spirit stones inside.
After walking for a while, they arrived before a massive tower-like building.
Two stone dragons coiled majestically at its entrance, their eyes gleaming with a faint spiritual light.
Above the doors hung a broad plaque painted in deep azure, bearing the elegant white characters:
Treasure Tower
They entered the main hall and were immediately greeted by the attendants.
Su Wen took out his silver token engraved with five rings, the one he had received from the Pill Tower, and handed it over casually.
He then cast a light glance at the old man, who was proudly gazing at the ceiling with his hands clasped behind his back.
“This senior is not someone you can afford to offend,” Su Wen said calmly.“If he needs anything, charge it to this token. And… do not even think of deceiving him, unless you wish calamity upon yourselves.”
The attendant stiffened and nodded hurriedly, accepting the token while stealing a cautious glance at the old man in golden-yellow robes, who surveyed the hall as if inspecting them all.
Without saying more, Su Wen held Du Yue’s hand and, with Suzume perched atop his head, walked toward the upper floor where cultivation and attack techniques were displayed.
He had a clear purpose in mind.
He needed to find a Soul Attack Technique for Du Yue.
Now that she had stepped into the Soul Sea Realm, she could refine Soul Qi within her consciousness.
However, without a corresponding soul technique, she had no proper way to wield that power and it would merely accumulate without purpose, like stored ammunition without a weapon.
In battle, she would be unable to unleash its true potential, leaving its only use to be the passive nourishment of her Pure Soul.
He turned to the attendant, his tone calm.“Do you have any Soul attack techniques here?”
The attendant, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, raised his eyebrows in genuine surprise.
Soul techniques were exceedingly rare and expensive, and very few cultivators dared to tread the path of soul cultivation.
Before reaching the Soul Sea Realm and refining Soul Qi, soul attacks were not particularly effective.
Mostly, only cultivators with the protection of a strong background pursued soul cultivation.
After a brief pause, the attendant immediately nodded with respect.“We do, Esteemed Young Master. Please, follow me.”
He turned and led them past shelves filled with Spiritual Cultivation and Body Cultivation methods, deeper into the floor.
The surroundings grew quieter and more dimly lit as they entered a secluded section dedicated to specialised and exceptionally rare disciplines.
Just then, the entrance of the Treasure Tower stirred.
A figure appeared, striding in as if he owned the place, drawing every gaze in the hall.
As he crossed the threshold, his four horse-like legs shimmered faintly and folded into two human ones, his body shifting effortlessly into a form suited for indoor spaces.
Horse-like ears twitched proudly atop his head, and his slightly pointed face held an expression that radiated pure superiority.
Brown hair framed sharp brown eyes, and a tiny nose ring caught the light with a faint glint, while the aura of an Early Golden Core cultivator radiated from him.
Two women clung to his arms, dressed in daring, revealing outfits, swaying with every step in exaggerated, flirtatious charm.
Every step he took, and the way the women clung to his arms, made it clear he was a spoiled young master with a powerful background.
The attendants straightened instinctively, forcing polite expressions, though the faint trace of disgust in their eyes couldn’t be entirely hidden.
He cast a disdainful glance around the hall, curling his lips into a smirk.“Bring out your finest Grade 3 treasures for these two beauties.”
The women giggled, pressing closer to him, their voices soft and sweet, dripping with practiced adoration.
He clicked his tongue in approval.“Anything they want, give it to them.”
With a lazy flick of his wrist, he tossed a silver token to the nearest attendant, not bothering to see where it landed.
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