Chapter 660

This was rare!

In order to never leave empty-handed, Sun Lingtong had read extensively, secretly mastered the black market, learned to connect theory with practice, and had a broad vision; even the materials of the Underworld were mostly familiar to him.

But the precious materials here were all in his knowledge blind spot; he was completely ignorant of them.

Zeng Jide saw the confusion and longing in Sun Lingtong's eyes, and with his hands behind his back, he paced slowly to these shelves: "This vault can be said to be the essence of Wangchuan Xiancheng."

"The Wangchuan River is the most famous long river in the Underworld world. When souls fall into the river, they will successively discard their memories and feelings. As these memories and feelings are discarded, the soul feels as if it has shed a heavy burden, becoming lighter and lighter, until it is light enough to float to the surface of the river and finally go ashore."

"And the souls that go ashore remember nothing, like newborn infants, ignorant and curious about everything."

"Therefore, some people also call the Wangchuan River the River of Sin-Washing, the River of Rebirth."

After introducing this, Zeng Jide pulled the topic back: "These precious materials all originate from the Wangchuan River and belong to the local specialties here; they are almost never seen in other regions."

"Therefore, it is normal that you don't recognize them."

"For example, this one is called Sorrow-Silk Heart-Entangling Lotus."

Sun Lingtong cast his gaze over, and saw a pile of lotus nodes, each about half a foot long, gray and defeated throughout, as if dead. The surface of the lotus was entangled with many silk threads, semi-transparent and gray-white.

Looking closely, he discovered these silk threads were wriggling on their own, intertwining with each other, emitting an aura of sorrow that made one's chest feel tight, making one want to shed tears.

Zeng Jide pointed to another place and said: "This is the Wrathful Fire Glaze. It is similar to the Sorrow-Silk Heart-Entangling Lotus; it is accumulated and condensed from thousands of angry thoughts at the bottom of the Wangchuan River."

Sun Lingtong walked a few steps and saw the precious material Zeng Jide pointed to, immediately feeling his eyes being pricked.

This was a fist-sized crystal with an irregular shape. It was blood-red throughout, and inside, it seemed as if raging flames were burning and leaping, constantly emitting faint crackling sounds, while simultaneously emitting a violent intent of anger that wanted to smash everything.

Next, Zeng Jide introduced the Fear-Soul Cold Crystal, the Resentful Poison Miasma Flower, and the Obsession Iron.

The Fear-Soul Cold Crystal was an ice-blue prismatic crystal, emitting a cold aura that made people panic and fear.

The petals of the Resentful Poison Miasma Flower were as black as ink, layered upon layered, but the stamen was an eerie purple-red.

The appearance of the Obsession Iron was unremarkable; it was just heavy iron blocks as black as ink. If placed before Sun Lingtong's eyes, they would only be recognized as ordinary iron blocks. But in fact, this kind of iron block was extremely heavy and was the core precious material for forging top-tier defensive magic treasures.

Zeng Jide stopped in front of a shelf, his eyes revealing a glint of sharpness.

He said in a tone of surprise: "Oh? There is actually Infant Tear Gold here."

This was gold like liquid water, contained in a bowl. It was pure and unblemished, emitting an aura of extreme warmth, attachment, and hope, as if it were the rising morning sun.

"This is the purest and most flawless soul, shedding tears of pure truth."

"Under normal circumstances, it is very difficult to have such a soul. But the Wangchuan River can thoroughly cleanse the soul, as if it were newborn, which can increase this probability a lot."

Sun Lingtong's horizons were broadened.

Zeng Jide finally stopped at the deepest shelf, his gaze fixed, and he said: "Found it."

"This is the target of my theft this time—the Wangchuan Vortex Eye."

"Vortex Eye?" Sun Lingtong knew this.

Anything flowing that forms a vortex year-round has the possibility of forming an eyeball in the center of the vortex. This is the Vortex Eye.

Zeng Jide said: "It is the Vortex Eye you know, but these few are different; they are Vortex Eyes formed in the Wangchuan River."

"You must know that the Wangchuan River contains the Dao of Forgetting, which can strip away feelings and memories. Every drop of Wangchuan river water has this effect and can be counted as a precious material; this is no small matter."

"The previous rows of shelves were just things accumulated from countless emotions. This Wangchuan Vortex Eye is gestated by the Wangchuan River itself; these are two different levels."

"The Wangchuan River is a great river of precious materials, and the precious materials gestated from within the precious materials have many dense principles, are harmonious and integrated, and are often natural magic tools!"

Sun Lingtong's eyes could not help but shine.

He had long heard of natural magic tools, but they had always remained on paper or in legends from others' mouths; now he had finally seen the real thing.

Zeng Jide stood before the Wangchuan Vortex Eye and cast a series of finger seals.

Every time his fingertips fell, a ripple, subtle to the extreme, would spread across the light film covering the compartment.

One mysterious talisman after another appeared, only to immediately dim silently, as if the lock core had been "pried" open by the most precise tool.

Ten breaths later, the light film was pointed open to reveal a gap, the talismans on the edge twisting and constantly flickering, never triggering any alarm.

Zeng Jide reached inside, easily grabbing a few Wangchuan Vortex Eyes and bringing them out.

Zeng Jide examined these Vortex Eyes carefully and discovered that only one of the best quality had become a natural magic tool.

The remaining few were still some distance away from the level of a magic tool.

Zeng Jide looked at the Vortex Eye at his fingertips: "With this, the purpose of my trip has been achieved."

Sun Lingtong: "Ah? Senior, you came all the way to Wangchuan Xiancheng, risking great danger, just to steal this?"

Zeng Jide nodded, then shook his head: "Whenever I go to steal, I will openly issue a visiting card, stating that I will come to a certain place in the near future to steal a certain object."

"This time is no exception."

"In the visiting card I gave to the Wangchuan Prefect, I explicitly named that I wanted to steal the Wangchuan Vortex Eye."

Sun Lingtong heard this, and his pupils could not help but dilate, feeling greatly shocked: "Your thievery style... is truly unique!"

Zeng Jide gave a chuckle: "I feel that the way you look at me is like looking at a fool."

Sun Lingtong put his hands behind his head: "Hee hee, I couldn't do such a stupid thing. Why go to such trouble and be thankless? Since it's stealing, I would be careful, trying my best to be unaware and unknown."

Zeng Jide heard his behavior being evaluated as a stupid thing, but instead felt Sun Lingtong suited his taste even more: "Stinky kid, you're quite blunt."

"Heh heh, I'm not afraid to tell you, I've done such stupid things many times already."

"Every time I succeed, my thievery technique rises by a large margin! If the benefits weren't enough, do you think I would do such a flashy thing?"

Sun Lingtong widened his eyes again; it was the first time he had heard of such a cultivation method, and he immediately said in disbelief: "Thievery technique is also a type of magic; besides increasing one's realm, is there any other shortcut to cultivation?"

"There is, little ghost." Zeng Jide said, "I read Buddhist scriptures and concurrently cultivated Buddhist techniques, which can make vows, fulfill vows, and repay vows."

"Every time I issue a visiting card, I am making a vow."

"Stealing successfully is fulfilling the vow."

"Finally, repaying the vow—any technique I use during the theft will receive rapid improvement!"

"This kind of cultivation efficiency far exceeds my bitter practice."

He had exerted all his power, yet he hadn't been able to stop Ning Zhuo, and had even allowed Ning Zhuo to successfully push the ice coffin.

The ice coffin must not be allowed to fall into the Wang Chuan tributary!

The battle between the Wang Chuan Prefect and Yin Jiuzhu had already revealed the power of the Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. The latter had once almost completely frozen this section of the Wang Chuan tributary.

"Stop for me!" the Di Sha Zhuo Hui God roared, and the rolling black smoke spewing from his head instantly turned into a deep, dark red.

The dark red black smoke intertwined into a giant hand that covered the sky, carrying the power to destroy the world, and slammed down toward Ning Zhuo.

The coverage of this strike was not large, but it had locked onto Ning Zhuo.

Seeing the distance closing in, Luo Si shouted loudly, his hands gripping the crack-filled fishing rod tightly, and he threw out the fishhook with all his might.

Fishing Technique—Fishing the World!

Ding!

A sound, crisp to the extreme, like ice crystals shattering in a glazed lamp.

The Three Lives Fishing Hook appeared inside the body of the Di Sha Zhuo Hui God.

Luo Si jerked the rod upward.

Hum—!!! The fishing rod vibrated violently, emitting a groan of being unable to bear the burden!

"Roar—!" The Di Sha Zhuo Hui God let out a painful roar like never before.

His body trembled violently, and the dark red smoke hand he was controlling suddenly went out of control, dissipating by more than half, its power plummeting.

Ning Zhuo felt the pressure ease, and the cloud of death dissipated once again.

The Cang Tie Han Jia sprayed out tongues of fire over a zhang long, and in a state on the verge of collapse, pushed the ice coffin to gradually accelerate.

The terrifying cold qi of the ice coffin had severely eroded Ning Zhuo, causing him to lose feeling in both his hands and arms.

The heavy ice coffin, under Ning Zhuo's life-risking push, moved faster and

faster, like the head of an ice war hammer thrown by a giant spirit god, breaking through the final distance and slamming headlong into the Wang Chuan tributary.

Splash!

Crack! Crack-crack-crack! Crackle-crackle—!!!

With the ice coffin as the center point, the Wang Chuan river water instantly solidified!

White frost spread rapidly through the tributary, and wherever it went, the flowing river water turned into pale, hard ice.

"No!" the Di Sha Zhuo Hui God roared, rushing toward the Wang Chuan tributary in a fit of rage.

The fishing rod in Luo Si's hand broke inch by inch, and he himself knelt halfway on the bronze war chariot, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Qing Chi had already collapsed in the passage; she had overused her brain, bleeding from her seven orifices, exhausted to the point of death. Using the last bit of her strength, she forced her eyelids open and saw Ning Zhuo successfully push the ice coffin into the tributary; only then did her heart relax, and she fell into a deep coma.

"Success!" Ning Zhuo was overjoyed. The Cang Tie Han Jia on his body had completed its mission; every component had reached its limit, and carrying terrifying scars and deformations, they fell off Ning Zhuo's body one after another.

"With the tributary frozen, I can board the altar."

Even if the Di Sha Zhuo Hui God chased after him, Ning Zhuo felt happy.

Because from here on out, the altar had no dangers to defend it. He could fully use this to seize the initiative, coordinate with Luo Si, and keep the Earth Fiend Turbid Filth God restrained back and forth!

But at this very moment, the main body of the Wang Chuan Prefect in the Wang Chuan tributary suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed the danger and was stimulated to awaken from his slumber.

"Hmm?!" In just an instant, he understood the situation.

Mobilizing both spiritual sense and magic power, he stirred up earth-shattering waves in the Wang Chuan tributary.

The speed of freezing immediately decreased by eighty percent, suffering resistance.

The river water surged, forming gurgling undercurrents, wrapping around the ice coffin like dragons and pythons, and dragging it into the river.

The main body of the Wang Chuan Prefect sneered in the river: "Good boy, you are my greatest human tribulation?"

"Doesn't look like it!"

"I must also thank you for returning my Nether Dragon Scissors to me."

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but change color.

He had suffered from a lack of intelligence; he didn't know that the main body of the Wang Chuan Prefect was hiding in the tributary.

At the critical moment, the Wang Chuan Prefect had actually awakened!

He controlled the Wang Chuan tributary, and with one move, he controlled the spread of the frost. So much so that Ning Zhuo's life-risking struggle just now seemed like he was actively delivering treasure to the Wang Chuan Prefect!

The contrast left Ning Zhuo feeling a strong sense of suffocation.

Because of the action, the aura of the Wang Chuan Prefect's main body leaked out.

Soul Transformation level!

Two great Soul Transformation levels—how could Ning Zhuo, a small Foundation Establishment cultivator, deal with this?

"Didn't the Old Man Gray Bone say that I would at most face opponents at the Nascent Soul level? Was he wrong!?" At this moment, Ning Zhuo felt

despair once again.

Wang Chuan Xiancheng.

City Lord's Mansion.

A child's figure moved nimbly among the bookshelves, his small hands constantly touching the resume books on the shelves.

As soon as he touched them, the resume books would disappear from their original place, moved into the child's storage bracelet.

Beside him, the old man Zeng Jide stroked his beard and nodded, evaluating with satisfaction: "Your foundation is very solid, kid; the Basic Stealing Technique is performed as if it were instinct."

"However, you've taken so many resume books of the Wang Chuan Underworld officials, and they aren't of much use."

"If you really want to make an issue out of the resume books, the most basic condition is to consume national power."