Chapter 29: Assessing the Spoils

Luo Feng flew to the main entrance of the Flame Wind Hall, where the attendant who had previously greeted him was already waiting.

“Shenjun,” the attendant immediately stepped forward with a smile, “the Deputy Director instructed me to escort you over.”

“Deputy Director?” Luo Feng nodded slightly. “Lead the way.”

The attendant led Luo Feng away from the main building, flying deep into the heart of the Flame Wind Hall’s complex, landing before a small pavilion whose door stood open. “The Deputy Director is already waiting inside for you,” he said.

Luo Feng nodded and entered the pavilion, while the attendant remained outside to guard it.

Inside the pavilion.

A figure coalesced from gray mist, seated there; the two hollows in the mist seemed to be “smiling” at Luo Feng.

“Luo He Shenjun, please sit.” The mist figure poured wine himself.

Luo Feng sat across from him.

“Try this wine,” said the mist figure.

Luo Feng lifted the cup and saw the wine exuding chilling mist, with faint roars of terrifying beasts Yinyue echoing within. Intrigued, he took a small sip—and a coolness spread through his soul.

“This wine is distilled from the blood of the Divine King-level beast, the Myriad Worlds Ice Wind Beast,” said the mist figure. “It nourishes the soul and can enhance comprehension.”

“Enhance comprehension?” Luo Feng was startled.

The Myriad Worlds Ice Wind Beast? It was mentioned in the legacy of the Duan Dong River lineage—a Divine King-level beast formed entirely of ice, whose icy scales naturally gave birth to countless universes, so many they were called “Myriad Worlds.”

Its breath carried traces of primordial Daoic power, which is why it was long ago named the Myriad Worlds Ice Wind Beast. It appeared briefly on the Origin Continent before being captured alive by the Flame Wind Ancient Nation, kept captive ever since, its body harvested to craft elixirs, wines, and other treasures.

“When I left the Flame Wind Ancient Nation, I brought some with me. Only friends I truly admire get to taste it,” said the mist figure.

“The Deputy Director flatters me,” Luo Feng said. He truly felt the coolness lingering in his soul, accelerating his thoughts—his comprehension must indeed have risen, as the other had claimed.

The mist figure shook his head. “In a remote nation like Yu, resources are limited. To kill a Blood Serpent Guild Master in a one-on-one duel at the Eternal True God stage—that’s already formidable.”

Luo Feng smiled.

True enough. The Blood Serpent Guild Master had deep accumulations in every aspect and wielded mechanical treasures—his power was truly immense. For an Eternal True God to kill him? Extremely difficult. Figures like Xue Yun and Mo Li Xiao were elites cultivated by Divine Nations.

“I’m here today to claim the bounty,” Luo Feng said.

“Before your clash, only you, Luo He Shenjun, accepted the mission. And shortly after you accepted, the Blood Serpent Guild Master died,” said the mist figure. “But according to the secret rules of the Flame Wind Hall’s Shadow Hall, you must provide proof of his death.”

“Since you were the only one who accepted the mission, any of these will suffice: his corpse, remains, or his primary weapon or treasure,” said the mist figure.

If multiple powerful cultivators had accepted the mission, the Flame Wind Hall’s verification process would be far stricter.

“Is this acceptable?” Luo Feng flipped his hand and produced the Blood Serpent Guild Master’s armor, riddled with several faint cracks and wounds. Yet as an Eternal-grade armor treasure, these damages could slowly heal with divine power cultivation.

The mist figure glanced at it and nodded with a smile. “Acceptable.”

“Here is 160,000 Cosmic Sands as your reward!” The mist figure waved his hand, and a jade vial appeared before Luo Feng.

Luo Feng took the vial, seeped his divine power into it, and confirmed the presence of exactly 160,000 Cosmic Sands—clearly, the Flame Wind Hall had already prepared them.

“If you don’t need to use your large quantity of Cosmic Sands immediately, you may store them at the Flame Wind Hall,” the mist figure smiled. “They can be exchanged at any Flame Wind Hall across the Origin Continent.”

“No need,” Luo Feng rose.

He knew the Flame Wind Hall offered storage services—especially for powerful cultivators who died without heirs. Their stored wealth then became the Hall’s property.

“Deputy Director, I’ll take my leave,” Luo Feng said.

The mist figure rose to see him off.

After Luo Feng departed, a burly man suddenly appeared in the pavilion.

“Director, why didn’t you speak with him?” the mist figure asked the burly man.

“One who kills the Blood Serpent Guild Master alone usually has some background—either an elite of a Divine Nation, or someone who gained extraordinary fortune through countless trials,” the burly man shook his head. “But this Luo He? The Flame Wind Hall has no record of him. He feels like a cloud of mist.”

“Uncle, don’t you think he’s too reckless? He stormed the Blood Serpent Guild’s headquarters in broad daylight, killed the Guild Master, then came straight here to claim the bounty,” the burly man frowned. “He must know that many factions in Hu Yang City are watching the Flame Wind Hall’s gates. Coming here now guarantees he’s been spotted.”

The mist figure nodded. “Yes, he is indeed too casual.”

“That means he doesn’t fear those factions,” the burly man smiled. “But one thing is certain—he values this bounty greatly.”

“Most cultivators must scramble for resources,” the mist figure sighed. During his tenure managing the Flame Wind Hall, he’d seen countless Eternal True Gods resort to any means for wealth.

Hu Yang City, Chaos Armor Cave 913.

“Luo Sashen, I’ll guard here,” Mo Yu Hu was meditating in a small pavilion near the cave entrance, while Mo Luo Sa watched the main gate.

“Don’t bother with me,” Mo Luo Sa scolded.

“Yes,” Mo Yu Hu immediately fell silent, not daring to speak further. Mo Luo Sa waited patiently.

Finally, the cave’s formation activated, the gate opening naturally as Luo Feng flew in.

“Master!” Mo Luo Sa shot forward instantly, grinning eagerly. Mo Yu Hu followed closely behind, standing by.

Luo Feng glanced at Mo Luo Sa and smiled. “Don’t worry—I’ll do my best to save your food.”

“Thank you, Master!” Mo Luo Sa beamed.

“Mo Yu Hu, focus on comprehending the Laws,” Luo Feng instructed.

“Yes,” Mo Yu Hu replied immediately.

Luo Feng then took Mo Luo Sa down to the underground hall.

“Master is truly formidable—storming the Blood Serpent Guild’s headquarters directly. I wonder if the Guild Master is dead or alive,” Mo Yu Hu thought, returning to his pavilion. The stronger Luo Feng became, the more hopeful he grew.

After all, if he passed the trial, he might become a disciple.

Mo Yu Hu sat cross-legged in the pavilion, beginning to deeply contemplate the Ten Fundamental Laws.

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Underground Hall, Star Tower.

Luo Feng waved his hand, tossing out the corpses of the Former Vice Guild Master and the Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang. Both massive bodies radiated terrifying energy.

“Two corpses?” Mo Luo Sa’s eyes lit up.

“One vice guild master was a poison insect body, transformed into a million insects,” Luo Feng said. “I destroyed all million, and he vanished completely. But I suspect he may still be alive—such insect bodies, if cultivated deeply, mean each insect is a life. Still, his power was weak; not worth worrying about.”

Mo Luo Sa nodded, his gaze burning as he stared at the Blood Serpent Guild Master’s corpse. “Only a true cultivator’s corpse matters. This Blood Serpent Guild Master’s bloodline likely reached Eternal True God Tenth Layer, and his bloodline cultivation was exceptionally strong.”

“If you like it, good,” Luo Feng nodded and went to another level of the Star Tower.

Mo Luo Sa sat cross-legged and began absorbing the powerful bloodlines and energies contained within the two corpses.

…

Luo Feng stood alone in one level of the Star Tower.

“Let’s see what I gained from this trip,” Luo Feng waved his hand, retrieving all the spoils from the Blood Serpent Guild’s headquarters.

“Damn, how did the Blood Serpent Guild Master carry so many Cosmic Sands?” Luo Feng stared at the treasures storing the Cosmic Sands, did a quick count, and was stunned. “Including the two vice guild masters’ shares and the bounty, it’s over 980,000 Cosmic Sands!”

This massive sum delighted Luo Feng.

“Eternal True Gods either spend resources on cultivation or exchange them for powerful treasures,” Luo Feng marveled. “The Blood Serpent Guild Master carrying so many Cosmic Sands on him was unexpected.”

“The resources for my second body refinement should be sufficient,” Luo Feng turned his gaze to the floating crimson disc beside him, its surface shimmering with light. Upon closer inspection, he saw a vast, surging river of blood flowing within.

Luo Feng reached out and grasped the crimson disc, his Perfect Divine Power seeping into it.

Hummm~~~

The Perfect Divine Power rapidly purified the now-orphaned mechanical treasure, extracting vast amounts of information.

“Eternal True God-level single-unit mechanical treasure: ‘Life Blood River’?” Luo Feng was internally startled. “With this treasure, one can transform the divine body into a river of blood—nearly flawless.”

“Whether for defense, combat, escape, infiltration, or creating clones—the Life Blood River possesses Chaotic properties and is immensely powerful.”

“Judging by value, my Shi Wu Wings are worth around one million Cosmic Sands, while this ‘Life Blood River’ is worth around 1.5 million—possibly even more!” Luo Feng deduced.

Eternal True God-level mechanical treasures, granting partial Chaotic Realm power, are already the pinnacle of the Origin Continent. Their value typically ranges from 500,000 to 5 million Cosmic Sands, with no fundamental difference.

A 5-million-Cosmic-Sand treasure is usually a perfect fusion of several mechanical treasures.

“Hummm~~~”

Luo Feng focused his mind, pouring exactly one percent of his divine power into the crimson disc. Though he hadn’t studied the Life Blood River in depth, his Perfect Divine Power allowed him to crudely activate it immediately.

“Boom—rumble~~~” The crimson disc trembled.

One percent of Luo Feng’s divine power exceeded the total divine energy of even an Infinite Divine Body Eternal True God.

A river of blood surged into existence, vast and devouring, as if ready to drown all things, returning everything to chaos, merging all into the blood river.

Luo Feng gazed at the terrifying river of blood floating before him and smiled.

“Such a powerful treasure—and the Blood Serpent Guild Master wasted it!” Luo Feng sighed. In combat, Shi Wu Wings were no match for the tenacious, dreadful Life Blood River.

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Thank you to the two new Patron Masters: San Yuan, Gai Ge Xin Ming.

(End of Chapter)