Chapter 965

965. Chapter 963: Relics of the Wasteland

If it weren't for this mysterious treasure map, Lu Yuan would never dare to venture out and search.

"Since it's the relics of the Wasteland..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing his inner excitement and thrill.

He stopped loitering, extended his form, and rushed deeper.

"Howl..." The Black Flood Dragon went berserk, recklessly charging at the Iron Tower Giant.

The Iron Tower Giant was immensely strong; a simple gesture could suppress the Black Flood Dragon, but it seemed to have no killing intent, merely beating the Black Flood Dragon to the brink of death without harming its life.

Boom—

The booming sounds continued, the Black Flood Dragon repeatedly blown apart, its blood staining the jungle red, a horrifying sight.

In just a few breaths, the Black Flood Dragon was covered in wounds, on the verge of death, its eye sockets glowing with a crimson light, its mouth slightly open as it gasped.

The Iron Tower Giant stopped, standing in place, its gaze fixed on the Black Flood Dragon, expression cold, showing no hint of emotion.

"Do you still want to keep playing?" the Iron Tower Giant sneered.

"Ah..." the Black Flood Dragon flicked its bloody tongue, letting out an angry low growl, its eyes full of hatred, wishing to tear the Iron Tower Giant to pieces.

"I'll give you two choices: submit or die." the Iron Tower Giant grinned, revealing its stark white teeth.

Upon hearing the Iron Tower Giant's words, the Black Flood Dragon hesitated for a moment, then obediently coiled on the ground, showing a submissive demeanor.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan froze, his face a bewildered expression.

The Black Flood Dragon is a high-level demon beast—how could it offer no resistance and just meekly admit defeat?

"Could it be a wise demon beast?" Suddenly, Lu Yuan's eyes darted around as he thought to himself.

"My cultivation technique happens to be suitable for demon beasts; it must have seen through my cultivation level, realized it couldn't win, and thus submitted to me."

Lu Yuan's guess was correct—the Black Flood Dragon had indeed seen through his cultivation level, which is why it chose to compromise.

"If that's the case, then taking it in is no problem." Lu Yuan grinned, looking as if he'd found a treasure.

"Ah-woo~" the Black Flood Dragon let out a low whine, as if pleading for mercy, a hint of cunning flickering in its eyes.

Lu Yuan understood, took out a stalk of spiritual grass and handed it to the Black Flood Dragon, then explained.

"Your strength is far greater than mine, but if you want to raise your cultivation level, you need other spiritual materials; I only have this low-grade spiritual grass." Lu Yuan apologized.

Low-grade spiritual grass helps demon beasts little, but it does have some effect.

After all, it's a low-level demon beast, unaware of spiritual techniques, so it naturally cannot absorb medicinal power to raise its cultivation level.

"Roar!" The Black Flood Dragon let out a few low growls, feeling not bad.

The Black Flood Dragon had intended to flee, but unwilling to part with that stalk of spiritual grass, it finally gritted its teeth and agreed to submit to Lu Yuan.

"Hahaha..." Seeing the Black Flood Dragon submit, Lu Yuan burst into excited laughter, as if he'd encountered the most thrilling thing in his life.

After the Black Flood Dragon submitted to Lu Yuan, it entered the Cosmos Bag to recuperate, while also serving as Lu Yuan's escort.

The Cosmos Bag is a container for storing weapons; its interior space is vast, capable of holding items hundreds of meters long.

"As expected of a Cosmos Bag, it's surprisingly spacious!" Gazing at the Cosmos Bag, Lu Yuan's eyes lit up, quite satisfied.

Lu Yuan drew hundreds of swords from the Cosmos Bag, all top-grade weapons, their cold light sharp and intimidating.

"Top-grade swords—these are worth a fortune!" Lu Yuan's face broke into a radiant smile.

"There are five hundred swords here; selling them all will yield resources, and I must quickly purchase elixirs to raise my cultivation level, striving to reach the next threshold as soon as possible..." Lu Yuan thought to himself.

Although Lu Yuan had obtained an inheritance, cultivation resources were lacking, fundamentally insufficient for his needs; he had to work hard to earn money. However……

"Ah, I possess vast wealth yet cannot use it—what a waste of treasure!" Lu Yuan sighed.

"Forget it; with my current strength, I cannot possibly match the disciples of the Three Sects of the Wasteland. Making money is no easy feat—let's wait until I enter the Wasteland before considering how to earn."

Lu Yuan shook his head, cast aside his distracting thoughts, and promptly put the hundreds of swords away.

Lu Yuan glanced around, then leapt down, landing on an uneven tree trunk, leaning against it, closing his eyes to regulate his breath and restore his energy.

"The spiritual energy here is extremely rich and pure; if I cultivate here, my cultivation will surely advance rapidly." Lu Yuan thought to himself.

During this period, Lu Yuan would come to the Wasteland Forest every few days, and in the process he had slain quite a few demon beasts.

Lu Yuan possessed the Cosmos Bag; after slaying demon beasts, he would place their cores inside and then bring them back to his family to sell.

Over these days, Lu Yuan had accumulated a fair amount of wealth; now, with the Black Flood Dragon protecting him, he could cultivate in peace.

……

Elsewhere, in the Northern Wasteland.

"Hiss..."

A shrill, piercing wail rang out.

A middle-aged man lay on the ground, his clothes torn all over, a ferocious, terrifying claw mark appearing on his chest, flesh churning, blood flowing profusely, the scene extremely gruesome.

This middle-aged man was none other than Yang Fan, and he was also the leader of the Wasteland Sect, one of the Three Great Sects of the Southern Wasteland—Yang Fan.

"Dad!" Seeing Yang Fan's body a bloody mess, on the verge of death, Yang Yun'er's delicate frame trembled as tears burst forth, and she cried out, "Dad!"

"Pfft!"

Yang Fan suddenly spat out a large mouthful of clotted blood, struggled to sit up, with difficulty lifted Yang Yun'er, and breathed heavily, "Yun'er... Dad's fine..."

"Cough!" As he spoke, Yang Fan couldn't help coughing a few times, and streams of blood welled up.

"Dad, don't talk, hurry up and heal your wounds." Yang Yun'er hurriedly helped Yang Fan up, tears streaming down her face.

"Mm, cough cough!" Yang Fan nodded, weakly responded, and immediately circulated his true essence to heal his wounds.

After a moment, Yang Fan's complexion gradually turned rosy, and his pale face gained a hint of color.

"Ah..." Yang Fan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, lifted his head to look ahead, and a hint of doubt flashed between his brows.

"How come there are so many bones here?" Yang Fan frowned and asked, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding mountains, growing more puzzled. "Strange, these corpses are all fresh, having died not long ago."

"Whoosh!"

Just as Yang Fan was pondering, a bone-chilling cold surge assailed him, making his hair stand on end.

A sudden discovery: a cluster of blue flames floated beside Yang Fan, emitting a terrifying aura that was suffocating.

"What a terrifying flame, utterly yin and evil, filled with destructive aura, absolutely a malevolent flame." Yang Fan's expression instantly stiffened, his heart convulsed violently, and he felt a strong sense of danger.

"Phew..." Yang Fan was shocked beyond belief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, relieved that his reaction had been timely; otherwise he would have already been burned to ashes by the blue flames.

Yang Fan's deep, black eyes fixed on the drifting blue flames, and he said solemnly: "Blue Flame Devil Flame is an ancient malevolent flame; its power is immensely terrifying, capable of burning even a soul to nothing."

Yang Fan had seen the Blue Flame Devil Flame before, and had even personally refined it, so he was extremely familiar with its aura. (End of chapter)