Chapter 786: Fruit
"Twelve pieces? Alright, but only for the first decade." Bai Mo pondered for a moment before agreeing to Yisisi's price. "I can block an eight-stage entity for you."
"..."
Bai Mo's reply was, grudgingly, within her expectations.
The value of the Purple-Green Great Medicine was still unclear, so this transaction remained in the exploratory phase. Yisisi surmised that Bai Mo would use his first decade in the Dao Chen Realm to thoroughly understand the general situation here.
By then, he would realize that the price she had offered was relatively fair.
The only uncertainty was the price the Dao Chen Realm itself would be willing to pay.
"I didn't expect to let the wolf into the house," Yisisi mused, observing Bai Mo, who was surrounded by layers of Daoization power, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Her original plan was to recruit a group of low-level immortal enforcers; that way, no matter how much they acted up, they would remain within her control. Yet, to her surprise, she had fished up a shark instead.
Fortunately, this shark wouldn't live long. In Yisisi's view, Bai Mo, so deeply infected by Daoization power, would normally live for a maximum of five hundred years.
Moreover, when an immortal cultivator afflicted with Dao Toxin dies, their immortal body will, depending on their cultivation level in life, explode into a fertile world. This would be a valuable treasure for anyone.
"By the way, tell your subordinates not to approach within three million kilometers of that area."
Just as Yisisi was indulging in her dream of collecting his corpse, Bai Mo gently roused her from her reverie, pointing to an extremely distant speck that was completely invisible to the naked eye.
She recalled the map of the vicinity and realized that it was a place called Ghost Soul Desert.
Ten thousand years ago, several super sects of the Dao Chen Realm had waged a life-and-death battle in that desert, fighting until heaven and earth shattered.
Ghost Soul Desert was originally the main altar of one of those sects, a blessed land for immortals, but after that war, it completely transformed into a dead zone swarming with countless vengeful spirits.
Aside from a very few rogue cultivators willing to gamble their lives to excavate the ancient immortal battlefield, virtually no one else would willingly enter that desolate, haunted place.
Of course, although there were many vengeful spirits in Ghost Soul Desert, they posed no threat to an existence of Yisisi's caliber; she just wouldn't go there unless necessary.
"Three million kilometers? What are you planning to do?"
"I'm coming over."
"..."
"Compared to your original world, the cultivation environment here is indeed far superior."
Yisisi's projection had once descended upon Earth using the body of the brain bug Seres, and the barrenness of Earth had left an impression on her.
The barrenness in her eyes was not just a scarcity of cultivation resources, but also a scarcity in the distribution of matter.
Within such a vast space, there were only a handful of tiny planets, and to travel between them required flying hundreds of millions of kilometers. The density of visible matter was pitifully low, incomparable to the Dao Chen Realm. It was only natural that Bai Mo chose to transfer his true body to this world.
Every eight-stage entity's true body was unimaginably colossal; every movement could shatter heaven and earth.
Unless it was a battle of life and death, they rarely moved, usually remaining stationary in locations most suitable for their cultivation.
As for why he chose a desolate place like Ghost Soul Desert—a place where even birds wouldn't lay eggs—she had no intention of asking. Everyone had their own cultivation needs, and it was pointless to delve too deeply into matters outside her purview.
...
Another ten-plus days passed in the blink of an eye.
"Finally, we're here..." Jierkefu was the first to step out of the passage.
As he emerged, a picturesque palace appeared before his eyes.
Red walls and green tiles, and everywhere were scattered honey melons, oranges, grapes, and bananas, all overflowing with fragrant fruit scent...
"Something feels off about these things." Ramdo, who followed him out of the passage, temporarily set aside his past grievances and warned his old rival.
Both of them were in a completely unfamiliar environment; temporarily banding together was the rational choice.
"I know, but my ability also tells me that these fruits have no toxins, and eating them can even provide a negligible improvement to one's physical constitution."
"..." Ramdo knew that his old rival possessed an abnormal talent for appraisal; even with spiritual materials he had never encountered, a single glance from Jierkefu would likely reveal most of their properties.
"However, the most pressing matter is to find him first, and then to rendezvous with the others," Jierkefu said.
"So, he's already been separated from the others?"
"Otherwise? Could they be kept together?"
"I reckon not." A gigantic snake head intruded into their conversation.
It was Xuanwu, who had just arrived.
"..."
"We'll wait here."
"Alright."
Half a day later, the projections of all twenty-six seven-stage entities of the Empire gathered in a magnificent hall.
"You've arrived?"
"Otherwise?" Xu Xuanling retorted, directly countering Bai Mo's words. Perhaps only she still possessed such an attitude in his presence.
Behind Bai Mo, a stunningly beautiful girl followed. Her appearance was identical to what everyone had seen earlier in the Resonance Altar: green hair, dressed in white, and with transparent wings.
"There's fruit, would you like some?" The girl elegantly picked up some of the fruit scattered around, offering it to them with a gentle smile.
Jierkefu, who was leading the group, was momentarily unsure whether to accept or not.
If he accepted, although his own ability had confirmed they were not only non-toxic but also beneficial, he, Ramdo, and the others all felt that something was amiss.
If he didn't accept, the other party was a genuine eight-stage entity. Even though those slender, jade-like hands looked delicate and powerless, he was certain that killing their group of avatars wouldn't even require a few fingers. If they lost face now, they would surely suffer bad consequences later.
At that moment, he intensely loathed himself for still being so weak, forced into such an exceptionally contradictory choice.
"Don't make it difficult for them." Bai Mo reached out and gently wiped away the fruit from Yisisi's hand.
Yes, *wiped away*, like an eraser rubbing out a mistake on paper, not taking it.
Jierkefu felt a weight lift from him.
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