Chapter 105: Storage Bag

Chen Mo drew his bow to aim at that Foundation Establishment cultivator, then fired three arrows in quick succession.

The sharp arrows tore through the air, shrouded in boundless Wind.

Although that Foundation Establishment cultivator did not know the specific situation, he knew that the younger generation of his clan calling out to him must mean they had encountered a crisis.

He had long since been on guard; several Talismans appeared around his body, moving to meet the wind and wrapping around the incoming sharp arrows, causing their force to dissipate into nothingness and fall straight downward.

The Tooth Gate Shield in Chen Mo's hand had already been tossed high into the air, flying toward that Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Immediately following this, he leaped into the sky, using the Tooth Gate Shield floating in mid-air to jump again, arriving before that Dharma Sword.

The long spear, weighing over three hundred catties, was like a pillar pointed at the sky, carrying the momentum of boundless Wind and thunder as it smashed toward that Foundation Establishment cultivator.

With Inner Qi coating his body, the Army-Breaking Style stimulated his Qi and Blood; in just an instant, the ten thousand catties of strength within Chen Mo's body were continuously amplified, pushing straight toward the twenty-thousand-catty mark.

"Greedy Wolf Style, twenty-fold strength explosion!"

This strike, in addition to Chen Mo's own twenty thousand catties of strength, required an additional twenty thousand catties of strength to be layered on top.

Greedy Wolf, Army-Breaking, and Seven-Kill—these three martial techniques were quite simple to practice, at least for Chen Mo.

It was not because his comprehension was excellent, but because his physical foundation was sufficiently robust.

When stimulating Qi and Blood, other Martial Artists had to be cautious and careful once they reached fifteen-fold, using many techniques to ensure they did not damage themselves.

But Chen Mo did not need these; even when exploding with strength far exceeding his own, his physical body could withstand it.

The reason he could only exert twenty-fold strength now was because he had not been practicing these three martial techniques for long.

As his mastery of these three martial techniques grew more profound, he would inevitably be able to exert even more powerful force.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came; dozens of Talismans stuck to the long spear, and Chen Mo only felt as if the spear had smashed into a vast ocean, all its power being drained away.

He took the opportunity to flip his body, landing on that Flying Sword which was less than four feet long.

The space on the sword was narrow and not suitable for spear techniques, so he threw the long spear away, his hands like eagle claws, locking straight onto the Foundation Establishment cultivator's throat.

That Foundation Establishment cultivator pinched a seal with both hands, and over a dozen Talismans floated up to form a complex Talisman array.

"Boom!"

The Talisman array ignited without fire, and immediately after, boundless flames surged, emitting a sky-shaking explosion.

Everything on Chen Mo's body was melting; his clothes were burned to nothing in an instant, and his armor turned into molten iron, flowing and scattering.

Only the Kui Ox Bow remained completely unchanged, unaffected by the flames.

An Inner Qi Gauze appeared on Chen Mo's skin; although everything else on him had been burned away, he himself had not suffered the slightest injury.

Looking at the molten iron flowing downward, Chen Mo could not help but secretly rejoice that, for the sake of convenience in battle, he had not carried the spoils he had seized with him.

Otherwise, even if they weren't destroyed now, he would have to go and find them all over again.

Seeing that Chen Mo was completely unharmed, a trace of surprise could not help but flash in the Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator's eyes.

Chen Mo took this opportunity to seize him with both hands, squeezing hard, and countless flesh and blood exploded from his neck.

Yet that Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator still did not die; his head flew up, and his limbs scattered.

The limbs were like spears dancing in the air, thrusting forcefully toward Chen Mo.

This was a Dharma Artifact he had refined for many years, sufficient to break through metal and iron.

Chen Mo, however, paid no heed, grabbing the Foundation Establishment cultivator's remaining torso with one hand, his Inner Qi vibrating and exploding, intending to shake it into a mass of minced meat.

That Foundation Establishment cultivator was unwilling to see this happen; from somewhere at his waist, over ten more Talismans flew out, and his remaining torso shone with brilliant golden light, isolating all power.

Chen Mo flipped his body, first grabbing the Flying Sword in his hand, intending to force it into the ground.

He was a Martial Artist; at least in the Tongmai Realm, he could not yet travel through the air, and fighting on the ground gave him more of an advantage.

Under his strong pressure, the Flying Sword also continuously slid downward; the Qi and Blood within Chen Mo's body vibrated, like a brilliant sun suppressing this Flying Sword.

Another dozen or so Talismans chased after Chen Mo, dancing continuously, and the Foundation Establishment cultivator's body recombined with the void.

Chen Mo flew down to the ground, first retrieving his long spear, then using the Flying Sword to cut a bloodstain on his palm, using a Martial Artist's Qi and Blood to suppress this sword.

The dozen or so Talismans took the opportunity to wrap around him, drawing upon Heaven and Earth Power in the void.

Chen Mo only felt his body become much heavier in an instant; every step he took and every action he made required him to withstand thousands of catties of pressure.

That Foundation Establishment cultivator also slowly landed at this moment.

His face was pale, and his brows were deeply furrowed; without a neck, his entire head was attached directly to his torso, making him look extremely comical.

Clearly, whether it was his Dharma Artifact being suppressed or his neck being pinched and exploded just now, both had made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Whoosh!" Chen Mo threw the long spear in his hand, his body's Qi and Blood stimulated once more, ignoring the pressure around him, and charged forward again.

"Do not be impulsive, Your Excellency. I am willing to pay ten, no, fifteen high-grade Origin True Stones to buy back that Dharma Artifact of mine.

The Ding Prefecture An Clan will never pursue anything that happened today; as long as you are willing to return the Dharma Artifact to me, I will leave right now and never linger."

Seeing Chen Mo charging over, that Foundation Establishment cultivator's figure retreated continuously.

One knows one's own affairs best; from the very first moment he exchanged blows with Chen Mo, he knew he was no match for his opponent.

Being able to hold on until now was entirely due to his Talismans and Dharma Artifacts, and even so, he had already suffered not-insignificant injuries.

If he continued to fight, he would definitely not escape death.

The reason he had not fled yet was mainly because the Dharma Sword he had brought out from his clan was still in Chen Mo's hands.

This Dharma Sword did not belong to him; it was a clan implement. If he could not bring it back, he would certainly be punished by the clan.

"No, I also lost quite a lot in order to seize that Dharma Sword!"

Chen Mo grabbed back the long spear he had just thrown, stopped his steps, and then spoke sternly, "For this matter, you have to pay more!"

Hearing this, the Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator felt a surge of joy on his face; paying more was not a problem. He was only afraid that Chen Mo was a hot-headed youth who would insist on continuing to fight him.

In any case, as long as he could get the Dharma Artifact back to the clan and invite a fellow clan Foundation Establishment cultivator to help, he would have plenty of opportunities to recoup his losses from Chen Mo.

"Then how much do you want?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Thirty Origin True Stones; if you don't have them, using other pills or sacred Talismans to make up the difference is fine too. I'm not picky." Chen Mo made an exorbitant demand, while the Qi and Blood in his body were accumulating power.

The Seven-Kill Style could exert force seven times in succession, yet to achieve this step was not easy.

Either one possesses extremely high experience, or one has a sufficiently long time to slowly accumulate Qi and Blood to exert force.

Chen Mo is currently taking the opportunity to accumulate strength, waiting for the chance to burst forth.

The An family Foundation Establishment frowned and immediately shook his head, saying, "No, this price is too high."

The two bargained together and finally set the price at twenty-one Origin True Stones.

"This is a ten-stone deposit, please accept it." The An family Foundation Establishment flipped his hands, and from somewhere, he actually produced ten Origin True Stones.

He immediately tossed them to Chen Mo, though he had already made up his mind that as soon as the other party handed over his Dharma Sword, he would run straight away.

"Boom!" Chen Mo took a step forward, splashing up boundless dust, and the soil beneath his feet was pressed down by more than half a foot.

A long spear, like a silver dragon, thrust straight at the other party's heart.

Seeing this, the An family Foundation Establishment produced a bone shield from somewhere, and a faint earthy-yellow light rose upon the shield.

He knew that the other party, like himself, had no good intentions, so he had long been guarding against this move.

"Bang!"

The long spear struck the shield, and an extremely clear, crisp sound rang out; the earthy-yellow light rising on the shield was broken in an instant.

Immediately, the remaining force erupted; this strike of Chen Mo's had been charged for a long time and could release six different forces in succession.

Although each was weaker than the last, it was far from something anyone could take head-on.

The remaining five bursts of power exploded, and the arm of the An family Foundation Establishment holding that bone shield was shattered into flesh and blood.

He was naturally shocked and terrified in his heart; his arm had been refined for many years and was already comparable to diamond and hard stone, yet now it could not even take one of the other party's strikes.

At this moment, he could not care about the Dharma Sword, and he did not even dare to worry about the shield that had fallen to the ground; he pinched a Dharma seal, his speed reaching the extreme, and flew away frantically.

Nothing else mattered; now, escaping with his life was the most important thing.

How could Chen Mo give him a chance to escape? He threw the long spear in his hand forward, took the Kui Ox Treasure Bow, and began to hunt him down.

Hearing the whistling of the Wind behind him, he dared not fail to dodge; he hurried to avoid it, only to find that Chen Mo had already appeared to his left rear.

"Swish!"

The Kui Ox Bow's string was thin and sufficiently tough.

It could be a string, or it could be an incomparably sharp blade.

Chen Mo used the bowstring to slice the other party's head diagonally into two halves in the blink of an eye.

Yet even so, he still did not die immediately; the upper half of his head floated about, wanting to continue to escape.

The lower half of his mouth suddenly opened, "If you dare to kill me, the Bing Province An family will definitely not let you off!"

It was just that his words were spoken with a lack of confidence.

If what he had done had succeeded, then he could naturally return to the family to receive a reward.

But since he had failed, everything he had done was purely of his own seeking, and it had nothing to do with the family.

It would be good if the family wasn't busy distancing themselves from him; as for helping him take revenge and thereby offending the Imperial Court, that was completely impossible.

Chen Mo ignored his clamor, threw out both fists, and his Inner Qi erupted, beating both pieces of the head into flesh and blood.

With this, the battle finally came to a complete end.

Chen Mo looked at the corpse lying on the ground, first cautiously observing the surroundings to ensure no other enemies existed.

Only then did he strip a piece of clothing from the other party to drape over himself; his own clothes had all been burned clean, and he had been wearing nothing while fighting him just now.

In fact, if it weren't for his Inner Qi being able to protect his body, it likely wouldn't have been just his clothes that were burned clean; all the hair on his body would have been destroyed as well.

After putting on the clothes, Chen Mo used his Inner Qi to shatter the other party's flesh and blood, ensuring it was impossible for him to come back to life.

The fact that the other party could still live even after his head was cut in two just now shows that the vitality of a Qi Refiner is indeed quite extraordinary.

The stronger the Qi Refiner, the more they discard their physical body, and it is presumably harder to kill them.

Chen Mo himself was not injured, only his Qi and Blood strength was slightly consumed; furthermore, what was consumed the most was his Inner Qi, which was used up by nearly fifty percent.

A Foundation Establishment powerhouse is truly extraordinary in strength.

It was fortunate that there was only one of them; if two Foundation Establishment cultivators had joined forces, it would not have been so easy for him to kill them.

If three had come, then he would likely only have had the option of temporarily avoiding their edge.

It seems he still needs to find a way to improve his strength, perhaps by further Mortal Transformation or breaking through the Postnatal Realm.

Then, when he encounters Foundation Establishment cultivators in the future, he will be much more composed.

Chen Mo searched the other party's corpse thoroughly, yet he did not find even half a Talisman.

He only found a pouch the size of an adult's fist, the style of which was very ordinary, just simple indigo-grey cloth.

The most critical thing was that he seemed unable to open this pouch.

Chen Mo looked at the pouch in his hand, lost in thought; as his Inner Qi flowed and made contact with it, it truly had a reaction.

It seems he hadn't guessed wrong; this was the Storage Bag used by Qi Refiners.

Storage Bags are rare and not something an ordinary Qi Refiner can possess; Chen Mo had only heard of them before and had never seen one.

Fortunately, he had heard that these types of Storage Bags are also made using Mirage Spirits, and Inner Qi can also be used to refine and utilize them.

For the simplest and most common Storage Bags, as long as one possesses Inner Qi or Spirit Power, anyone who obtains them can use them at will.

Higher-level Storage Bags require Divine Sense to refine; if it is not the owner, one cannot take out the items inside, and if one tries to take them by force, the items stored within will be destroyed in an instant.

The one he had come into contact with undoubtedly belonged to the most ordinary type.

As his Inner Qi flowed, Chen Mo saw the space inside the Storage Bag.

It was no more than thirteen feet long, nine feet wide, and over six feet high, which was not much different from an ordinary room.

The items inside the Storage Bag were not piled up in a messy way; on the contrary, they were organized by category.

There were eight Talismans left, ten Origin True Stones remaining, and in addition, eight bottles of medicinal pills, though he did not know their specific style or effect.

Furthermore, there were twelve items that should have been Mirage Spirits piled together.

The rest were all miscellaneous items, scattered silver and a change of clothes.

There were also two books, but Chen Mo had no time to examine them closely now.

He first took out a set of clothes to change into, then immediately began collecting the spoils of war he hadn't had time to gather yet.

A Dharma Sword flowing with flames and a bone shield with an earthy yellow glow—these were rare treasures indeed.

This bone shield was pieced together from many bones; in Chen Mo's estimation, the bones making up this shield were not from just one person.

This Dharma Sword was, quite unusually, relatively normal, truly shimmering with a metallic luster.

The weight was not particularly heavy for him, being just barely under ten jin.

Of course, this was relative; an ordinary sword weighed only about one or two jin, so this sword could be considered quite heavy at ten jin.

However, compared to the weapon in Chen Mo's hand, it was a bit too light.

With his Inner Qi circulating and a movement of his mind, Chen Mo directly stored these two Dharma Artifacts into his Storage Bag.

Manipulating his Inner Qi again, he retrieved these two Dharma Artifacts back into his hands.

No wonder that Foundation Establishment powerhouse could previously pull out various Dharma Artifacts and Talismans at will; with this Storage Bag, both daily use and combat were much more convenient.

Holding the Storage Bag, Chen Mo stored everything, including the spoils from that Foundation Establishment powerhouse and all his previous gains, inside before taking inventory.

Chen Mo had obtained a total of three Dharma Artifacts, plus thirty-two Origin True Stones, twenty-three bottles of Qi Refiner pills, and fifteen pieces of Mirage Spirit.

Furthermore, the most important thing was obtaining a Storage Bag; for his future travels, he would finally no longer need to carry heavy armor and heavy weapons at all times.

"Killing and arson bring golden belts, while building roads and bridges leaves no corpse"—this truly is the truth of truths.

He went hunting in the Mirage Sea every month; not only was it exhausting, but he also had to risk great danger.

Yet now, just by killing a few Qi Refiners, he could have such a harvest; one had to admit that robbing others was indeed much faster than his own arduous hunting.

Once he found an opportunity later, he would sell off these Dharma Artifacts and Origin True Stones one by one.

Then his next Mortal Transformation would be just around the corner.

Looking at his harvest in the Storage Bag, Chen Mo felt quite pleased.

"Whew! Pop!"

In the distance, a signal arrow pierced the air, splashing into a brilliant display of sparks.

Chen Mo could no longer afford to be happy; he took out his weapon and bow, rushing back to the army's encampment at full speed.

(End of chapter)