Chapter 499: Five Immortals Sect! The Innate Corpse! (2) |
Everything quieted down around them, as people kept their distance, knowing that the man with the Ghost Face was buying corpses of Innate Martial Artists, seemingly touching upon some people’s interests. It was clear that the bald muscle man had come looking for trouble on purpose.
The roar of the bald muscle man exploded, causing the nearby ground to tremble slightly, revealing his extremely profound strength!
Su Changkong understood that the bald muscle man wanted to test his identity and origins. Since that was the case, there was no need for courtesy. He needed to use thunderbolt methods to intimidate and make those lurking in the shadows apprehensive!
“Scram!”
The Turtle Breathing True Qi within Su Changkong’s body converged, expelled from his throat and combined with his voice, it was like a cannonball blasting towards the bald muscle man.
Su Changkong’s Turtle Breath Technique had reached the 10th realm, reverting from the acquired realm to the Innate Realm. He had even refined ten strands of Innate Qi in the Chi Dragon Hall, making the quality of his Turtle Breathing True Qi reach an unattainable level for the average person!
...A single word “Scram” came out, mixed with True Qi so profound it seemed exaggerated, causing the bald muscle man’s face to change drastically. He let out a low roar, his right fist filled with Qi and Blood swelled up a great deal, emitting a scorching aura, and he threw a punch into the void!
“Boom!”
Amidst the explosive noise, the bald muscle man felt as though he had struck a water ball weighing tens of thousands of pounds. He was thrown backward uncontrollably, spewing fresh blood from his mouth, as his right arm made ‘crack crack’ sounds of shattering and breaking. His arm twisted grotesquely out of shape, and a mass of shattered bones pierced through the skin, jutting out.
The bald muscle man landed heavily on the ground, the axe on his back rolling away to one side. His face turned deathly pale, he kept coughing up blood, and his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Su Changkong.
Not daring to utter a single threat, the bald muscle man climbed up from the ground, didn’t dare to pick up his weapon, and stumbled toward the crowd, trying to blend in and flee.
Su Changkong couldn’t be bothered to pursue. He didn’t know whether the bald muscle man had his own intentions or was acting on someone else’s instructions, but he had seriously injured the other with a thunderbolt method, hoping that it would make whoever was behind the muscle man apprehensive!
“So strong… he didn’t even stand up, and a single shout shattered the arm of the bald muscle man, who was at least at the peak of Qi and Blood. He’s definitely an Innate Martial Artist!”
The surrounding Martial Artists were all shocked by this scene, realizing that the strength of the man with the Ghost Face, who was buying the corpses of Innate Martial Artists, was unfathomable, a strong figure who had stepped into the Innate Realm!
The strength that Su Changkong displayed undoubtedly intimidated those around with scheming thoughts; no one dared to provoke him further.
Yet Su Changkong was unable to purchase any corpses of Innate Martial Artists until over half an hour had passed.
“Sir, are you looking to buy the corpse of an Innate Martial Artist?”
Just then, Su Changkong’s expression shifted slightly as he heard a voice at his ear—it was someone using Secret Voice Transmission.
Su Changkong scanned the crowd and spotted a man in black looking at him.
“If you’re interested, come with me,” said the man in black with a slight movement of his lips, wrapping his voice in True Qi to convey it to Su Changkong.
After speaking, the man in black turned and walked away.
Su Changkong, without much hesitation, stood up and followed the man in black from a distance, and eventually arrived at a very quiet residence within the Poison Dragon Stronghold. Su Changkong pushed the door and entered.
Inside the residence, there were three people, all with somewhat rigid facial expressions. Judging by Su Changkong’s estimation, they were likely wearing Human Skin Masks.
The burly man in the center, with a wary look in his eyes, said, “I saw you buying the corpse of an Innate Martial Artist just now?”
“Yes, do you have any?” Su Changkong nodded in acknowledgment.
The burly man spoke in a deep voice, “We do, and there are two of them, but they’re expensive… 2,000 Spirit Stones each. Show me that you have the means to buy them first.”
“Two corpses?” A slight joy rose in Su Changkong’s heart; two corpses of Innate Martial Artists meant two strands of Innate Qi.
The price set by the burly man was no small matter, 2,000 Spirit Stones each, but to Su Changkong, it was still a huge profit. Taking into account that a strand of Innate Qi was worth 5,000 Spirit Stones, it would mean a net profit of 6,000 Spirit Stones!
And for Su Changkong, extracting Innate Qi with the 10th realm Turtle Breath Technique was as simple as eating and drinking, a business without any capital invested. Hence, he could accept the price without issue.
Su Changkong didn’t bother with chitchat. He took out a cloth bag and from it, grabbed a handful of Spirit Stones, flickering with silver light and visibly streaming with wisps of Spiritual Energy.
“Are these mid-grade Spirit Stones?”
The three people in the courtyard saw the stones and their breathing became slightly rapid, recognizing them as mid-grade Spirit Stones, each worth a hundred ordinary low-grade ones.
Su Changkong spoke calmly, “I want to check first, and I’ll pay only after confirming they’re correct.”
It was impossible for these three men to trick him.
“Go.”
The burly man signaled to the other two, who immediately went deeper into the residence.
Soon, the two returned, each carrying a corpse. They carefully placed them on the ground and removed the covering sacks.
The two corpses both looked exceedingly aged, with little damage to their bodies, seemingly as if they had died a natural death. They were still dressed in fine clothing, suggesting their statuses were not ordinary.
“Are these three men tomb robbers?”
Noticing the dirt and ash in the hair of the two bodies, which looked as if they had been dug out of the earth, Su Changkong’s keen senses suggested so.
His lips twitched slightly, as he figured these three must be Tomb Robbers, and the tombs they robbed were not ordinary but those of the Warrior Sects, specializing in stealing the corpses of Innate Martial Artists.
However, Su Changkong didn’t care much for what these three men were up to; what he wanted was the Innate Qi!