Chapter 472: Searching for Moyunzi in All Directions

Kunpengzi got his wish and took in the entire contents of the boundary stele; well, he did so while holding two large eyeballs in his hands.

He was very forthcoming, and as soon as he finished reading, he immediately provided all the information the Wu people wanted to know.

However, his methods of exploiting loopholes and taking shortcuts still angered the strong among the Wu people.

"Hmm?"

Just as Kunpengzi finished reading the boundary stele and wanted to stuff the eyeballs back into his eye sockets...

Suddenly...

A Wu person's voice came, "I curse you: having eyes but no pupils."

This sentence was spoken with great weight, and then Kunpengzi discovered that his eye sockets were rejecting the eyeballs.

The curse had taken effect! Kunpengzi tried over a dozen methods in succession, but in the end, the eyeballs remained in his palms, watching as they began to dehydrate and wither.

The surrounding Wu people sneered as they watched him; no one could deceive the Wu people without paying a price.

If not for the sake of the 'Dao Master' behind him, a mere old man like him would never have been able to leave the restricted area of the Wu tribe.

"Sigh, why go to such lengths?"

Kunpengzi sighed and said calmly, "Realm Transition."

In the blink of an eye, the Qi and blood throughout his body boiled, instantly breaking through the shackles of his realm and briefly restoring him to the Strong Martial level.

This turn of events surprised the Wu people; was Kunpengzi once at the Strong Martial realm? After performing Realm Transition, Kunpengzi had obtained Strong Martial level power at the cost of damaging his lifespan.

The Strong Martial level refines the golden body; once the threshold from Martial Master to Strong Martial is crossed, one can adjust and strengthen the physical body at will.

However...

"A Wu person's curse can only be broken by the Seal Script Sound lineage, the rarest in the Golden Immortal Dao."

"Aside from Talisman Books and Cloud Bird Seal Script, the Seal Script Sound is the rarest and most obscure; Kunpengzi, you wouldn't know it, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpengzi nodded, "I indeed do not know it, so I never thought about breaking the curse."

His hands split open, skin tearing and flesh gaping, and he actually stuffed the two eyeballs into the wounds.

The two wounds on his palms turned into a pair of eyes, blinked a few times, and the eyeballs rotated steadily, scanning the surrounding Wu people.

The Strong Martial body is just that formidable; one can designate any part of the body for modification, and eyeballs originally seated in the eye sockets can also be transferred to the palms.

In this way, bypassing the 'having eyes but no pupils' curse, Kunpengzi had restored his vision.

The surrounding Wu people gradually fell silent; they realized this old man of the Golden Immortal Dao was not simple.

If a subordinate is like this, what about the 'Dao Master' behind him? "The money and goods are cleared; Kunpengzi takes his leave!"

As Kunpengzi turned, he sneered inwardly: you ruined my pair of eyes, and I will return the favor in kind.

He had deliberately withheld a piece of important information: Moyunzi's strength was unfathomable, and he had once killed his companion in the Golden Immortal Dao, Tao Zhugong.

Tao Zhugong had mastered the Seal Script 'Change', and even he had to be somewhat wary of him, yet he had gone to track Moyunzi and never returned.

The Wu people did not know this intelligence; if they dared to make a move against Moyunzi, they would surely suffer heavy casualties.

This meeting had a profound impact on the Wu people and the martial artists.

Wu people on the battlefield received news one after another to capture the martial artists of Chongguang Cheng and interrogate them on the whereabouts of 'Moyunzi'.

Consequently, the martial artists of Chongguang Cheng suffered without knowing why.

"Squish!"

A large, spiked hammer pierced a skull, and the Martial Master died on the spot without even a groan.

The Wu person, as burly as a Giant, shook his head in disdain, "Too brittle; they die before I can even squeeze them." He was a rare natural-born Giant in the Wu tribe, similar in bloodline to the legendary Great Wu, Baxiang Shanshanluo.

Just as the Gaoyang Clan said, back then, the Myriad Phenomena Martial Saint had conducted various experiments to create the most perfect human race, and all the failed products were cast into the background, eventually merging into the Wu tribe.

'Failed products' was the Martial Saint's definition; in reality, these human bloodlines all harbored immense power, and once developed, they would possess all sorts of strange and powerful abilities.

The strongest force of troops participating in the war from the Wu tribe, the Gu Dao elite army, recruited experts from various tribes who had awakened their bloodlines; the Giant was one of them.

"Forget it, I only know how to kill; capturing people for questioning is not my specialty, so I'll leave the opportunity to others!"

The Giant grumbled and scratched his head, swinging his large hammer to smash the corpse into pieces.

A Martial Master knelt on the ground, his pupils dilated in pain, when suddenly a strand of root fiber pierced through the surface of his eyeball, causing juices to splatter.

He gripped his cheeks with both hands and squeezed desperately, attempting to drive out the deep-seated foreign object in his head.

As his breathing intensified, more and denser root fibers emerged from his eye sockets.

From his nostrils, ears, and mouth, lush and dense root fibers grew out, even mixed with clumps of soil of varying sizes.

The Martial Master gasped in pain, his breathing sounds obstructed, and his chest was also filled with root fibers.

Behind him, a Wu person with a body of emerald green shook his hair, which pierced into the pores of the Martial Master's body, then grew endless root fibers from within the flesh and blood, burrowing deep into the brain to extract memories.

"Chongguang Cheng, underground city, twelve hours, no sight of the sun."

Under extreme pain, the Martial Master desperately squeezed the memories in his brain, reciting them in a dull, mechanical tone.

The Wu person listened to the content he spat out, searching for any scrap of information regarding 'Moyunzi'.

A moment later, the Martial Master's flesh and blood were completely withered, his skin fell softly to the ground, and the tentacle-like root fibers, like a retreating snake swarm, crawled out of the gaps and holes in the human skin, reverting into the body hair on the Wu person.

The Wu person shook his head in disappointment; having interrogated several Chongguang Cheng martial artists in succession, he confirmed that ordinary martial artists did not know of 'Moyunzi's' existence. It seemed this person was hidden deep enough.

"Guogongche, I heard your ancestors were once of the Golden Immortal Dao, and you are a native of Chongguang Cheng; I found the right person in you."

The voice of the speaking Wu person was indistinguishable as male or female, and their appearance was half-delicate and half-masculine; an Adam's apple was faintly visible on their neck, yet their chest was slightly convex like a woman's.

Anyone who saw them felt uncomfortable, thinking the Wu person before them was a neither-male-nor-female monster.

Guogongche, who was before them, was a Chongguang Cheng Martial Master, and he asked in return, "How do you know?"

The Wu person gave a charming smile that made one's hair stand on end, "An hour ago, I just tortured your best friend to death. He was a rare tough guy; when he fell into my hands, he initially cursed loudly and refused to confess, but guess what happened after half an hour?"

"Hehe, he happily sold out all your secrets, only begging me to kill him!"

Guogongche was filled with anger and hatred, "You killed my sworn brother?"

"I had to kill him; since he confessed, I naturally had to keep my promise and send him on his way."

The shaman extended a fingernail painted with bright red flower oil, "Guogongche, I am giving you preferential treatment. As long as you tell me the whereabouts of Moyunzi, I will turn and leave immediately and will never make things difficult for you."

Guogongche hesitated; his sworn brother's strength was extraordinary, yet he was still no match for the bewitching shaman.

This hesitation allowed the shaman to see the clues, and he laughed out loud, "What good luck! You know Moyunzi and have heard his name; you are much more useful than your sworn brother."

Without a word, Guogongche pulled a pocket directly from his sleeve and tore it open.

Filthy black liquid surged out instantly like a burst flood, momentarily leaving the shaman dizzy and unable to tell north from south.

A moment later, after the shaman broke free, Guogongche's tracks were already gone.

Instead of being angry, he laughed, looking up at the sky and giggling, "Finally found it, the Mysterious Pocket, capable of swallowing all things!"

(End of this chapter)