Chapter 123: Decoration (Extra 11)

The battlefield remained largely as it was. The most important areas, such as the high platform where the Great Shaman's corpse lay, were not touched by anyone until Little Wei Yuan returned to start cleaning up the battlefield.

Little Wei Yuan leaped onto the high platform and saw the Great Shaman's corpse still lying in its original place, the outer robe riddled with holes, everywhere were holes drilled by flying insects. Little Wei Yuan manifested a long sword, cut open the outer robe, and revealed the body inside.

This was a thin, withered body with an unusually large head. Besides two huge main eyes, there were six smaller compound eyes on the forehead. The top of his head was full of wrinkles and grew sparse long hair. He had four arms, but the two arms under his armpits were very small. His body was also full of wrinkles, like a dry, old tree trunk, covered with tiny holes, looking like a human-shaped insect nest.

Under Little Wei Yuan's gaze, there was a clear deep green light in the Great Shaman's chest, which looked very uncomfortable. At the same time, there was a smaller pale green light on his chest.

Little Wei Yuan slashed with his sword, and the blade of the Immortal Sword Pseudo-Sun swept across the Great Shaman's body, but it only left a white mark and couldn't hurt his body at all. Little Wei Yuan exerted all his strength and slashed several times, only cutting a shallow wound. This physical strength was even better than Little Wei Yuan's. However, Little Wei Yuan was a real physical body, and it was hard to say what the nature of this Great Shaman's shell was.

It was easy to handle after breaking a gap. Little Wei Yuan slashed over a hundred times before cutting open the Great Shaman's chest. His body was also full of honeycomb-like small holes, with only a fist-sized cavity in the center, inside which was a ball of yellow-green gelatinous stuff.

Although Little Wei Yuan didn't know what this thing was, the extremely rich Dao power clearly showed that this was a rare treasure. The spiritual power light in the Great Shaman's skull was even stronger, but the skull was too hard, and Little Wei Yuan didn't have a handy weapon, so he had no good way to deal with this head.

At this time, Yun Feifei handed over a flying sword. This was a magic treasure she used herself, belonging to the upper-rank magic treasure, which was several times stronger than the manifested Immortal Sword Pseudo-Sun in terms of texture.

Little Wei Yuan blessed the flying sword with the sun and slashed over a dozen times, finally cutting open the Great Shaman's head. The Great Shaman's skull shone with metallic luster, and inside it was actually empty, with no brain matter, only a huge white pupa occupying the entire brain chamber.

At this moment, without the brain chamber wrapping, this pupa had turned into an ink-green light ball in Little Wei Yuan's field of vision, and such a deep color actually looked extremely dazzling! Yun Feifei let out a muffled cry after just one glance, covered her eyes, and tears streamed down.

The white pupa heaved slightly, and there was no other movement besides that.

Little Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, then covered the skull, sealed the pupa inside, and then cut off the Great Shaman's head; this was a natural container.

After checking the Great Shaman's corpse, Little Wei Yuan was now even less sure whether this Great Shaman was a Wu person or something else. Judging from what he saw, that white pupa was more like the Great Shaman's true body.

Besides the Great Shaman's corpse, there were corpses of flying insects all over the ground. Some insect corpses were still emitting cyan smoke, and after rising to the high sky, they would turn into spiritual rain threads and fall.

Little Wei Yuan picked up an insect corpse. This flying insect was the size of a finger, with large mandibles and poisonous needles, and the carapace actually had metallic stripes, looking fierce. Although the spiritual energy had completely disappeared, the insect corpse was still as hard as iron; Little Wei Yuan squeezed it hard, but it didn't move at all.

Little Wei Yuan asked Yun Feifei to collect all the insect corpses; this thing should be a quite good material for refining weapons, and perhaps it could become an introduction for some powerful shaman curses.

The drum on the high platform was wreathed in black-red energy. Little Wei Yuan checked it and found that the drum surface was actually refined from human skin of multiple cultivators, and the drumstick was the thigh bone of a cultivator. This drum could deter human cultivators with low cultivation with one strike and could increase the power of shaman curses.

In addition to the human skin drum, there were many sacrificial vessels and ornaments, whose functions were not mentioned, but the materials were quite rare.

Finally, there was the high platform itself. This high platform was made of Yin wood that had been buried in the extremely Yin place underground for a thousand years, harder than iron and capable of transmitting spiritual power, belonging to quite high-level materials, but it was used to build a high platform, which showed the wealth of the Wu tribe.

It was just a pity that those Wu tribe noble shamans ran too fast, and Little Wei Yuan didn't catch any of them, which was a slight regret. After cleaning up the high platform, it was the normal link of cleaning up the battlefield. The Wu tribe left thousands of corpses, as well as over two hundred poisonous lizard corpses, and ink-green blood stained a large area of land. Many Wu tribe's blood was highly poisonous, and nothing would grow where it was sprinkled, only some poisonous grass and poisonous trees unique to the Wu domain could grow.

Fortunately, the battlefield was within the Azure Void boundary domain, and these poisonous bloods were slowly transformed, and it wouldn't take long to clean them up.

In the Tai Chu Palace, Pei Tinghai fished for half a day and returned empty-handed. At this moment, the chess game was nearing its end, but the outcome was hard to distinguish, and the black and white pieces were fighting fiercely. He was just about to go over to watch the chess game when suddenly a ball of dim cyan energy appeared above his head, and then threads of immortal rain fell, absorbed by his immortal body.

Pei Tinghai looked surprised: "Another gift from heaven and earth? Killed another Dharma Form?"

He came to the water basin and washed his hands again. The water in the basin was clear to the bottom, and this time there was not a trace of dirty blood.

In the Azure Heaven Hall, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was sitting at the desk, holding a piece of jade paper in one hand and silently calculating with the other. He suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Since you are here, why not come in and talk?"

The courtyard gate opened, and a middle-aged cultivator stepped in. He was ordinary in stature, not tall or strong, but the scenery around him was vaguely distorted, obviously his physical body had been cultivated to an unimaginable level.

Seeing this person, Xuanyue put away the jade paper without changing his expression and said, "Why does the Hall Master of the Ming King Hall have time to come over? Is it to collect debts in advance?" The middle-aged cultivator waved his hands repeatedly: "Zhao is a man of his word; how could I collect debts before the time? My Ming King Hall is not yet in such a predicament. I came here this time because I haven't seen you for a long time and wanted to reminisce with you."

"Didn't we just meet three months ago?"

The middle-aged cultivator laughed and said, "A day without seeing is like three autumns, let alone three months."

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's face sank, and he said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

The Hall Master of the Ming King Hall was startled and said, "Why is Daoist Brother Xuanyue so distant? It wasn't like this before."

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue snorted coldly: "It's just that I owe you some silver; at worst, I'll just pay you back."

Seeing Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's sudden tough attitude, the Hall Master of the Ming King Hall hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I already said, there is no need to repay in advance. I do have an uninvited request. See if you can let Little Wei Yuan be a guest disciple in my Ming King Hall?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Guest?"

"No!"

"Guest Elder?"

!.

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue looked at the middle-aged cultivator, suspicious in his heart, looking him up and down, thinking to himself, did this guy go into qi deviation?

Only those in the late stage of Dharma Form could serve as elders of each hall. Even Fenhai Zhenjun Fenhai, who was extremely strong in fighting, couldn't be an elder if his cultivation wasn't enough. A guest elder was also an elder; letting Little Wei Yuan, a Dao Foundation cultivator, be an elder was a joke.

The Hall Master of the Ming King Hall said, "Sigh, forget it, if Daoist Brother is unwilling, then so be it. I actually have one more thing that needs Daoist Brother's help. If possible, I can unconditionally extend the previous debt for another fifty years and lend an additional two million!"

There was such a good thing? Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was not happy but suspicious, staring at the Hall Master of the Ming King Hall without speaking.

The Hall Master of the Ming King Hall said, "Actually, it's just a small matter. In the Myriad Forms Hall, Little Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation is just left there, a bit cold, so I thought about whether I could add some decorations to it."

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue was suspicious: "Is it just this matter? When did your Ming King Hall become so rich? What decorations do you want to add?"

"Just like this!" The Hall Master of the Ming King Hall waved his hand, and an image appeared in front of him.

In the image was Little Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation, the Myriad Miles of Rivers and Mountains, but at this moment, there were four strong men below the endless continent, two men and two women, each bending their backs and muscles bulging, carrying the continent. On the chests of the four strong men, the three big characters "Ming King Hall" were written!

"This, this..." Even though Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's Dao power was heaven-reaching, he was dumbfounded at this moment.

The Hall Master of the Ming King Hall tempted him: "This matter is a bit shameful, but the shameful ones are Little Wei Yuan and my Ming King Hall, mainly Little Wei Yuan, and it has nothing to do with the Azure Heaven Hall. As long as Daoist Brother agrees to this matter, the debt period can be extended for another fifty years, and I will lend you an additional two million; the immortal silver is already here."

As he spoke, the Hall Master of the Ming King Hall placed a jade bracelet on the table.

This was not a pie in the sky, but immortal silver placed in front of him, which had an extraordinary impact on the Dao heart! Xuanyue hesitated a bit, not understanding what medicine the Hall Master of the Ming King Hall was selling in his gourd.

"I will also send an Immortal Foundation disciple to train with Little Wei Yuan for ten years!" The Hall Master of the Ming King Hall added another chip.

Xuanyue was truly moved this time. No hall had many Immortal Foundation disciples. Such core disciples of the Ming King Hall following Little Wei Yuan, no matter what danger Little Wei Yuan encountered, even if it was to save his own disciples, the Ming King Hall would do its best to help. This was like forming a strong reinforcement out of thin air.

After repeated consideration, Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue still shook his head. It was just that his head had just started to shake when the Hall Master of the Ming King Hall said decisively: "Five million!"

Fenhai Zhenjun Xuanyue's head suddenly gained wisdom, had its own ideas, and nodded heavily several times.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 124 =====