Chapter 82: Ink Jade Spirit Lotus

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 novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"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.

After considering, he thought a slow-acting poison would be more cost-effective. Once a cultivator was poisoned, engaging in intense battles would trigger the rapid onset of toxicity. Moreover, only his specially formulated antidote would work.

The Old Man, having kept Wang Hong's Storage Bag at his waist, was the first to experience the effects. The next day, everyone except the Old Man confidently followed Wang Hong's instructions to resist the pain caused by the corroding bones within their bodies.

They continued their journey, and today, the five people were much more courteous to Wang Hong. Even the Middle-aged Man with a Black Face no longer spoke harshly to him.

After walking for two hours, they arrived at a mountain cave and stopped. The five people subtly surrounded Wang Hong, as if afraid he would escape.

"Wang Fellow Daoist, please proceed!" The Old Man's expression remained friendly.

Wang Hong walked towards the mountain cave. The entrance was well-hidden, only allowing one person to enter or exit at a time. After a short distance, the passage widened to over ten feet.

They walked a few more miles, and the passage continued to broaden until they reached a water pool. They stopped advancing.

Wang Hong surveyed the water pool and couldn't help his heart racing. There, unexpectedly, grew a three-tier Spiritual Medicine.

In the center of the water pool stood a Spiritual Lotus, with a lotus seedpod rising in the middle. Two ink-green lotus flowers bloomed on either side, one petal of one already withered, while the other had just begun to open.

Having studied various Spiritual Medicines day and night at the sect, Wang Hong immediately recognized it as a three-tier Spiritual Medicine, the Ink Jade Spirit Lotus.

The Ink Jade Spirit Lotus took three hundred years to bloom, three hundred years to bear fruit, and a total of six hundred years from blooming to the maturation of the lotus seeds.

A three-tier Ink Jade Lotus Seed was something even a Golden Core cultivator would fight over.

At this moment, facing such a treasure, everyone's breathing became somewhat hurried, yet none of them stepped forward to pick it.

Instead, they remained vigilant, indicating that despite the seemingly calm water pool, it concealed enormous danger.

Wang Hong was also on guard. Suddenly, he leaped high into the air, summoning his Flying Boat, and landed on the Windsoar Boat.

Simultaneously, the five people below cast Magical Arts, striking the spot where he had stood moments ago.

"A few Fellow Daoists, I have promised to help. Why attack me?" Wang Hong already knew the five harbored ill intentions, but he wanted to extract more information.

"Wang Fellow Daoist, you can't escape our encirclement. I advise you to surrender obediently. At least, you can die more quickly," the Old Man, enduring immense pain, suppressed the toxins in his body while speaking. He had almost been devoured by the toxins after casting a Magical Art a while ago.

"At this point, I might as well tell you the truth. We won't spare you. This pool contains a type of poisonous insect that feeds on a cultivator's heart's blood. The reason we brought you here is to use your hot blood as bait to lure the demonic insect out of the pool, allowing us to then harvest the Spiritual Medicine."

The Old Man continued speaking, and the five people simultaneously unleashed two flying Magical Weapons, intercepting Wang Hong in mid-air.

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