Chapter 82: Ink Jade Spirit Lotus (1/2)
Chapter 82: Ink Jade Spirit Lotus
"Hand over the Storage Bag first, and I'll take care of it for you. Oh, and that Flying Sword too," said the Middle-aged Man with a Black Face among the five people when Wang Hong agreed.
The five people narrowed the encirclement a bit more when Wang Hong hesitated. After a moment of struggle on his face, he ultimately chose to compromise.
Putting away the Flying Sword, Wang Hong grabbed it and stuffed it into the Storage Bag. At the same time, a black Medicinal pill appeared in his hand. He casually crushed a small Medicinal pill inside the bag, and the five people couldn't notice his subtle movements in the Storage Bag.
Wang Hong obediently threw the bag, but not to the Old Man with the highest cultivation level or the Middle-aged Man with a Black Face who spoke earlier.
The Storage Bag fell into the hands of the youngest among the five, who hesitated before passing it to the Old Man.
The Middle-aged Man with a Black Face glared at Wang Hong. "Kid, don't play useless tricks. Follow us honestly, and we'll let you go when the time comes."
The Old Man took Wang Hong's Storage Bag, opened the mouth, and scanned it with his divine sense.Updated from
"Is your Qingxu Sect so poor that you can't make ends meet?" he commented.
In Wang Hong's Storage Bag, apart from the high-quality Flying Sword he took out earlier, there was nothing valuable. It contained miscellaneous items, a few first-tier Spirit Herbs, a poorly conditioned Ore not worth picking up, a low-grade defensive Magical Weapon with some cracks on it.
The others also explored the opened Storage Bag with their divine senses and burst into laughter simultaneously.
The Old Man, a bit puzzled, searched Wang Hong's body with his divine sense twice. Finding nothing suspicious, he hung Wang Hong's Storage Bag on his waist.
The Old Man found a robe from the Storage Bag and instructed Wang Hong to wear it to avoid being recognized by Qingxu Sect cultivators.
The five people, along with Wang Hong, headed towards the central area. Wang Hong felt relieved that they were going in the same direction, eliminating the need for detours.
On their journey, they encountered other cultivators, but due to mutual wariness, no one engaged in combat.
At night, they found a mountain cave to rest.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, the Old Man sitting in the corner exclaimed softly.
He noticed a black energy forming within him, small but exceptionally potent. It continuously devoured his Spiritual Energy while corroding his flesh and blood.
Although he used Spiritual Energy to suppress it temporarily, the black energy consumed Spiritual Energy at an even faster rate, growing stronger every moment, with inevitable moments of being uncontrollable.
"Senior Qi, have you noticed anything unusual?" a fellow disciple inquired.
Everyone else asked in quick succession upon hearing the question.