Chapter 139 - 132: Spirit Crystal, the Fat Meat Flew Away

Chapter 139: Chapter 132: Spirit Crystal, the Fat Meat Flew Away

In a small courtyard at the edge of the summit.

Dong Xing sat on a chair, his expression uneasy.

A moment later.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached.

Dong Xing looked up, his expression changing slightly.

"So you didn’t hide. Tell me, where is the last one?" Congli threw the two people in his hands to the ground, looking down at Dong Xing with a grin.

"I... I... I don’t know."

An immense pressure washed over him. Dong Xing’s swollen, bruised face turned an even deeper shade of purple as he stammered his reply, trembling.

Hmph!

Congli frowned.

WHOOSH...

Instantly, the pressure surrounding Dong Xing intensified, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Dong Xing forced himself to speak, cupping his hands. "My lord, I truly don’t know..."

Congli glanced at him, then waved his hand, sending two streams of Qi Blood into Xu Li and Fang Fan’s bodies.

In just a few breaths.

Ugh...

Xu Li and Fang Fan let out a muffled groan and opened their eyes.

The moment they saw Congli, they scrambled backward several steps in fear.

Congli didn’t waste any words. He said coldly, "Where is the remaining Spirit Plant Master? You’d better tell me the truth."

"Or else... heheh."

Huh?

Xu Li and Fang Fan both looked shocked.

’Steward Li isn’t here? When did he escape?’

Doubt filled their minds, quickly followed by a surge of resentment. ’If he escaped, why didn’t he take us with him?’

’Is it just because he’s a Spirit Plant Master?!’

Seeing their silence, Congli grew impatient. Wisps of scarlet Qi Blood suddenly surged from his body, slowly outlining the shape of an illusory beast.

"If you still won’t talk, you’ll have to suffer a little..."

With a mere thought from Congli, the illusory beast above his head descended upon the three men, carrying a biting aura.

Watching the beast slowly approach, a chill ran down all three of their spines.

A look of terror appeared on Fang Fan’s face. He cried out hoarsely, "Steward Li’s home is in the center of the summit! I really don’t know where he is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the beast abruptly froze. The next instant, it merged back into the large man’s body.

"Steward Li..."

Congli’s interest was piqued. His gaze swept over the three of them as he barked, "Tell me about this Steward Li."

Dong Xing kept his mouth shut, saying nothing.

Xu Li opened his mouth to speak, but Fang Fan beat him to it.

"Steward Li’s name is Li Changsheng, and he’s..."

As he listened to the account.

Congli’s serious expression shifted to excitement. By the time Fang Fan finished, it had turned very ugly, before finally settling into calmness.

GULP...

Watching his expression, Fang Fan swallowed dryly and cautiously edged closer to Xu Li.

Congli gritted his teeth. "A Spirit Plant Master..."

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to race back to Ten Thousand Spirits Peak and swallow the messenger alive.

A Spirit Plant Master who had condensed a Spirit Plant Mark! Capturing him alone would be more than enough to trade for all the resources Congli needed for his own advancement.

’If I had known someone like him was here, I wouldn’t have launched such a large-scale attack on the Spiritual Land. I would have just abducted Li Changsheng first.’

The more Congli thought about it, the angrier he became. The pressure unintentionally leaking from his body terrified the three men, forcing them to retreat again and again.

"Do you truly not know where he escaped to?" Congli glared at the three of them, asking through gritted teeth.

"My lord, we really don’t know!"

The three of them waved their hands frantically. Fang Fan added resentfully, "He was definitely taken away by one of the other stewards."

’Taken away by another steward?’

An idea sparked in Congli’s mind. After asking a few more questions, he waved his hand to seal their Spirit Veins, then dragged them along as he strode toward the battlefield.

In just a short while.

Kicking up a fierce cloud of dust, Congli returned to the center of the battlefield.

He flung Dong Xing and the other two to the ground, pointed at the crowd of Spirit Farmers, and ordered, "Take a look for me. See if Li Changsheng is in there!"

The three men scrambled to their feet and followed behind the Power Demon Sect disciples, circling the Spirit Farmers and inspecting them one by one.

During the search, he encountered an old neighbor, but Dong Xing kept a stern face and said nothing. When he saw Dong Yao and Wu Yong, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. He gave them a subtle shake of his head and continued looking down the line.

Seeing Congli return, Zuo Ling hurried forward. He took out several jade boxes and placed them before him, saying cheerfully, "Senior Brother Cong, what a huge harvest! There are so, so many cultivated Spirit Fields in this Spiritual Land..."

Congli casually put away the jade boxes and waved his hand. "Bring me their two leaders."

Zuo Ling didn’t understand what he meant, but he cupped his hands and agreed.

A short while later.

He returned, dragging over the grievously wounded Luan Jian and Mingzhuang.

Under Zuo Ling’s astonished gaze, Congli reluctantly took out a crystalline, blood-red pill that exuded a refreshing fragrance. After a moment’s hesitation, he fed it to Luan Jian, who had the higher cultivation.

Once the pill was in his stomach, dense clusters of flesh buds sprouted on Luan Jian’s chest and face, tangling and weaving together.

Zuo Ling said in surprise, "Senior Brother, what are you...?"

Congli ignored him, his gaze periodically flicking toward Dong Xing and the other two as they searched.

’Who is Senior Brother Cong looking for?’

Zuo Ling frowned in confusion.

Several minutes passed.

Externally, Luan Jian no longer showed any signs of injury.

Congli waved a hand, sending a stream of Qi Blood into his body.

COUGH COUGH...

Luan Jian’s chest heaved violently a few times. He suddenly opened his eyes and spat out several mouthfuls of corrupted blood.

When he came to his senses and saw Mingzhuang beside him—nothing but the lower half of his body remaining—he was stunned for a moment. A thick killing intent filled his eyes, and he subconsciously tried to circulate his Spiritual Power.

BLECH...

A flush rose on Luan Jian’s face as he sprayed out another mouthful of fresh blood.

Inside his body, a tyrannical surge of Qi Blood had sealed all of his Spirit Veins.

Congli looked down on him and said coolly, "Don’t waste your effort."

"I’ll ask you, where is Li Changsheng!"

’Li Changsheng?’

Luan Jian was confused for a second, then simply stared at him coldly without a word.

Beside them, a confused look appeared in Zuo Ling’s eyes. "The person Senior Brother is looking for is named Li Changsheng?"

At that moment, Dong Xing and the other two returned from searching through all the Spirit Farmers, slowly shaking their heads.

’The prize I had in my grasp just flew away?’

Seeing the confused look on Luan Jian’s face, Congli suppressed his irritation and turned to interrogate the three captives one by one.

Who was in charge of the Spirit Fields, who was close to Li Changsheng, and so on...

Through his questioning, Zuo Ling came to understand that Congli was looking for a Spirit Plant Master.

Time slowly passed.

When Congli learned that the cultivator with the pipe-stem Magical Artifact whom Zuo Ling had killed was the steward in charge of the Spirit Farmers, he wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face.

After several rounds of questioning, and using Mingzhuang as a threat, Congli finally got a piece of news that was neither good nor bad.

Two stewards had left to report to the Miscellaneous Affairs Peak, but the remaining stewards had not fled.

In other words, Li Changsheng hadn’t been taken away. He was still somewhere in the Ring Mountain Spiritual Land, or perhaps hiding somewhere just outside of it.

Congli’s expression flickered, uncertain.

A moment later.

Congli ordered Zuo Ling, "Leave half the disciples to harvest Spirit Crystals. The rest will go search for that Spirit Plant Master." His gaze fell on the man in tattered armor. "Junior Brother Gong, you go to the island and harvest the Tier Two Spirit Fields there."

"Yes." Gong Bai cupped his hands in agreement and strode toward the island.

Zuo Ling thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Senior Brother, is it worth it for a single Spirit Plant Master?" He paused, then quickly added, "People from the Cyan Yang Sect could arrive any minute. Shouldn’t we focus on harvesting the Spirit Crystals first?"

"Besides, we still have to transport all these Spirit Farmers. I’m afraid..."

The biggest prize had already escaped, and Congli was suffocating with frustration he couldn’t vent. Hearing Zuo Ling’s words, he instantly exploded.

"Did you not understand what I said?"

With an angry shout, he punched Zuo Ling in the face.

BOOM...

Zuo Ling clearly hadn’t expected Congli to attack. Caught off guard, he was sent flying several dozen meters. He tumbled several times before staggering back to his feet.

"You!"

Zuo Ling glared at Congli with fury, but when he saw the savage look in his eyes, he ultimately didn’t dare to curse him out. Instead, he let out a cold snort and led a group of disciples away to harvest Spirit Crystals.

Using the descriptions from Fang Fan and the others, Congli used his Qi Blood to sketch a portrait of Li Changsheng.

After seeing the portrait, the remaining Power Demon Sect disciples bowed and strode off, fanning out to search every corner of the Ring Mountain Spiritual Land.

Congli didn’t remain idle either. After adding another Qi and Blood Lock Chain to Luan Jian, he fully extended his senses and began searching in one direction.

While they were busy.

「An unknown distance from the Ring Mountain Spiritual Land.」

A pearly white Flying Ship streaked across the sky, kicking up a turbulent wake of air as it navigated between towering peaks that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

Vicious birds soared above the mountain peaks. When they sensed the aura emanating from the ship, they let out high-pitched cries and circled for a long time, not daring to approach and obstruct it.

Atop the Flying Ship.

Lan Cai Shen stood respectfully behind an amiable-looking old man with a full head of white hair and a white beard.

Behind him, Jin Fang was whispering with a large, fat man in golden robes who was nearly as wide as he was tall.

Not far from the two of them, a cultivator less than a meter tall, clad in exquisite, miniature armor, sat cross-legged on the deck, meditating with his eyes closed.

As Jin Fang and the other man spoke, they would periodically glance over at him, their eyes filled with deep apprehension.