UGB Chapter 72 Trading
Chapter 72 Trading
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Chunfeng slowly awoke from the boundless darkness.
As soon as he opened his eyes, all he saw was pitch blackness, with only a few faint rays of moonlight seeping in through the cracks in the rocks.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his eyes, as if countless tiny needles were pricking his eyeballs.
When he opened his eyes again, enduring the excruciating pain, he found that his vision was blurry and he could see double.
"Heh, so this is the price of overusing double pupils."
Mu Chunfeng sighed softly and slowly closed her eyes.
Only then did he notice the faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the very light sound of footsteps.
He didn't need to turn around to know it was the Snow Demon.
The Snow Demon has a fragment of his spirit inside him, so he can sense each other's presence.
He lay quietly for a while, calming his mind and looking inward at himself.
The spiritual energy in his dantian recovered somewhat on its own, probably because the Snow Demon fed him pills. His divine sense recovered about 10% on its own, but it was still somewhat deficient. He had a few internal injuries, but they were not serious, probably caused by the explosion.
These will get better after a few days of rest.
Only his eyes remained, the stinging sensation lingering. The once clear double pupils deep within his pupils were now so dim they were almost invisible, clearly requiring a long period of rest and recuperation to recover.
After understanding the full extent of her physical condition, Mu Chunfeng slowly sat up and looked up at Xue Mo.
The Snow Demon was still dressed in white, though there were a few holes in his clothes, and his aura was weaker than usual, but he was not fundamentally injured.
Without him having to say a word, the Snow Demon immediately transmitted everything that had happened during this period to him through a split point in his mind.
It turns out that two full days had passed since the island was bombed.
The moment he fainted, a devastating shockwave hit him from behind.
Fortunately, the Iron Rhinoceros Beast took the brunt of the attack and blocked most of the impact, so Snow Demon and Mu Chunfeng were not seriously injured.
However, although the Iron Rhinoceros survived, it was severely injured.
Its indestructible bluish-black scales were dented in large areas, and in many places even fine blood cracks appeared. It was currently recuperating in the spirit beast pouch.
After the aftershocks of the explosion had completely subsided, the Snow Demon put away the heavily injured Iron Rhino Beast and, carrying the unconscious beast, found a cave on a deserted island to settle it temporarily.
What happened next surprised Mu Chunfeng, who was still celebrating her successful escape.
While searching for a foothold on the sea, Snow Demon unexpectedly discovered Lady Wen, who had been blown away by the shockwave of the explosion and was floating on the sea.
He originally intended to take only Madam Wen's storage bag, but he sensed that she still had a faint life force.
So the Snow Demon casually pulled her up and placed three layers of restrictions on her, completely sealing off her ability to absorb spiritual energy and mobilize spiritual power, and would deal with her after Mu Chunfeng woke up.
After listening, Mu Chunfeng remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a sigh in his heart.
The life of a Nascent Soul cultivator is truly ridiculously tough.
Such an explosion, powerful enough to level an entire island, such a shockwave that would instantly tear even a Golden Core cultivator to shreds, yet she still managed to cling to life.
Mu Chunfeng rubbed his still stinging eyes and looked toward a corner deep inside the cave.
He got up and walked over slowly. By the faint moonlight, he finally saw Madam Wen's appearance clearly.
This once aloof and elegant Nascent Soul female cultivator was now in a sorry state.
The robe, already somewhat tattered from the battle with the fire dragon, was now torn to shreds by the shockwave of the explosion. His body was covered with wounds of varying depths, and in many places the blood had congealed into dark brown scabs.
Her face was ashen, and her chest rose and fell faintly; if you didn't look closely, you could hardly tell she was still breathing.
Mu Chunfeng walked to her side and slowly squatted down, extending his right hand and gently pressing it on her dantian.
A wisp of extremely subtle spiritual energy and divine sense probed into her body, carefully examining her injuries.
Upon investigation, even he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Almost every bone in her body was intact, her meridians were broken inch by inch, and her spiritual power was almost completely dissipated.
If it were an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, such injuries would have killed them long ago. Only a Nascent Soul cultivator could rely on their Nascent Soul to nourish their physical body and keep it clinging to its last breath.
Just as he was about to examine Madam Wen's nascent soul, the moment his spiritual power touched the nascent soul in her dantian, an extremely strange and cold aura suddenly surged up along with his spiritual power, making his sea of consciousness feel slightly chilled.
Lady Wen's nascent soul was a tiny figure, about an inch tall, radiating a soft red light.
At this moment, the little man's eyes were closed, and the red light on his body was as dim as a candle flickering in the wind, clearly indicating that he was extremely weak.
On the surface of this red nascent soul, several strands of dark black energy were wrapped around it, slowly wriggling like living things, transforming into cold chains that firmly bound the nascent soul from its neck to its ankles.
Mu Chunfeng's heart stirred, and he subconsciously increased his spiritual power output, wanting to see more clearly.
But the moment his spiritual power touched the black energy, it was instantly swallowed up as if it had sunk into the sea.
Immediately afterwards, the black energy tightened abruptly, causing the red nascent soul to tremble violently and emit a silent scream.
Just then, Madam Wen on the ground suddenly opened her eyes and coughed violently. A mouthful of dark red blood spurted from the corner of her mouth and splattered onto the cold stone ground.
She coughed so hard it was excruciating, and it took her a long time to recover. Her unfocused gaze gradually sharpened, and she finally saw Mu Chunfeng squatting beside her, one hand pressed against her lower abdomen.
"you……"
She had barely uttered a single word when she was interrupted by a violent cough, with streaks of blood continuously oozing from the corner of her mouth.
Mu Chunfeng withdrew his hand, looking at her with a complicated expression: "Senior Wen, so your nascent soul was placed under a restriction. No wonder you were so badly injured and your nascent soul couldn't escape."
Madam Wen's breath hitched, a look of horror flashed in her eyes, which was then replaced by deep despair.
"You...you noticed..."
Her voice was broken and very hoarse.
The three layers of restrictions imposed by the Snow Demon were like three mountains, pressing down on her so much that she couldn't absorb even a trace of spiritual energy. The fact that she could speak at this moment was entirely due to the last bit of power in her nascent soul.
Mu Chunfeng did not answer, but simply stood up and reached out her hand to the Snow Demon beside her.
The Snow Demon understood and immediately handed over a storage bag embroidered with flame patterns.
Mu Chunfeng took the storage bag, scanned it with his divine sense, and easily erased the divine sense imprint left by Madam Wen.
A moment later, he took out the two fire lotus seeds that emitted scorching yang energy, as well as the golden page that shimmered with a faint luster.
He carefully placed the fire lotus seeds into a jade bottle, sealed it with a spirit-sealing talisman, and put both items into his storage bag before looking down at Madam Wen on the ground.
Madam Wen coldly watched his every move, a bitter sneer curling at the corner of her lips: "Boy, you've got what you wanted, now you can make your move. Take your sword and give me a quick death."
Mu Chunfeng looked down at the Luan Hong Sword that she had just casually taken out of her storage bag and was holding in her hand. The tip of the sword was pointing directly at her dantian. With just a slight push, she could end the life of this Nascent Soul cultivator.
With a flick of his wrist, he planted the Luan Hong Sword into a crevice in the rock beside him with a clang, and said calmly, "Senior Wen, why are you in such a hurry to die?"
"Not in a hurry? Do you expect me to stay here and be slowly humiliated?" Madam Wen gave a bitter laugh.
Mu Chunfeng shook his head, his tone calm: "I did originally intend to kill you. After all, keeping a Nascent Soul cultivator alive is too dangerous for me."
He paused, then slowly squatted down to meet Madam Wen's gaze, his eyes sharp as knives: "But now, I've changed my mind."
A hint of doubt flashed in Madam Wen's eyes: "What do you mean?"
"I'm very curious."
Mu Chunfeng's voice was not loud, but every word clearly reached her ears.
"Senior is a Nascent Soul stage expert and the Daoist partner of a Six Paths Supreme Saint. In the Chaotic Star Sea, you are second only to one person and above tens of thousands. Just who has the ability and the audacity to place a restriction on your Nascent Soul?"
Madam Wen's expression changed, and she abruptly closed her eyes, falling silent.
"After much thought, I believe there is only one person in the entire Chaotic Star Sea who could accomplish this," Mu Chunfeng said with a hint of amusement.
"That's the Six Paths Supreme Saint himself, am I right, Senior Wen?"
Madam Wen's body trembled violently, and she opened her tightly closed eyes, which were filled with bloodshot veins and deep-seated hatred.
"Since you've already guessed it, why ask? Just kill me if you want, stop with the nonsense!"
"I don't want to kill you."
"I want to make a deal with you."