Chapter 1999: The Wordless Heaven Book!

Everyone stared at Luo Fu in shock, never expecting that after just a casual mention by Sister Houtu, Luo Fu immediately deemed it feasible.

Luo Fu did not speak recklessly; the magic treasure on his person was certainly superior to the Qiankun Cauldron.

But the Three-Eyed Eagle had guarded the magic treasure for a long time—whether it would agree to the exchange depended entirely on the Three-Eyed Eagle itself, and whether it needed the magic treasure in Luo Fu's hands.

Di Jiang said: "Holy Luo Fu, this is absolutely out of the question!"

"If we're to exchange magic treasures, it must be one of our Twelve Ancestral Wu's own—how could we possibly let Holy Luo Fu give up his? That would be our fault as the Twelve Ancestral Wu!"

"Yes, we absolutely cannot let Holy Luo Fu suffer a loss."

Zhu Jiuyin and Gong Gong also snapped out of their shock.

Shebi Shi beside them immediately chimed in—they could not let Luo Fu suffer a loss.

Luo Fu has already helped us so much; if he suffers a loss in this matter, our Wu clan's reputation in the Honghuang will be worse than that of the demonic clans.

Luo Fu sneered: "I act only to aid Sister Houtu, not to help any of you Wu clan members—no need for such concerns."

Sister Houtu scratched her head, blushing again as she looked at Luo Fu.

Sister Xuanming immediately turned toward Luo Fu and understood his meaning.

They had been cultivating alongside Luo Fu for a long time and knew far more than others; moreover, Luo Fu indeed possessed many magic treasures.

Regardless of whether these magic treasures were relics from the ancient Honghuang, anything on Luo Fu's person must surely surpass the Qiankun Cauldron.

Sister Xuanming slapped her thigh and said: "Oh my, Elder Brother, Second Brother, just listen to Holy Luo Fu—I'm certain his magic treasure is stronger!"

"Shut up for a moment."

Qiang Liang pulled Sister Xuanming aside, urging her to say less and not cause trouble here.

But Sister Xuanming ignored them—she and Sister Houtu had their own thoughts.

Whether Sister Houtu agreed or not, Luo Fu had already spoken—there was no way he could go back on his word.

"Have you decided?"

"We have!"

Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming answered in unison, ignoring the glares from Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang—both of them wanted to see what magic treasure Luo Fu would produce.

Luo Fu heard them, understood, smiled, and pulled a small pouch from his robe.

This small pouch was no ordinary thing.

It was a Qiankun Pouch; the magic treasures inside were all miniaturized—once pulled out, they would return to their full size, allowing one to retrieve any item at will.

Sure enough, Luo Fu reached in and pulled out a set of books.

The books that emerged from the Qiankun Pouch instantly expanded in size, revealing their true form.

"The Wordless Heaven Book!"

Qiang Liang and Shebi Shi rushed forward to take a look—and indeed, they saw something astonishing: this was truly the Wordless Heaven Book.

They couldn't help but glance again at Luo Fu—exchanging the Wordless Heaven Book for the Qiankun Cauldron was not a wise choice.

Though the Qiankun Cauldron was powerful, the Wordless Heaven Book was even greater; whoever could find its brush and ink could inscribe anything they desired upon its pages.

But it was said that in the thousands of years of the Honghuang, no one had ever found the brush and ink of the Wordless Heaven Book.

The brush and ink of the Wordless Heaven Book had vanished as if from thin air.

Yet, merely possessing the Wordless Heaven Book granted a glimmer of hope—who would not wish to inscribe their own essence upon it, perhaps even attaining Dao and becoming a Saint?