Chapter 476 - Chapter 476: Ten Divine Herbs, Five Thousand Captives!
Chapter 476: Ten Divine Herbs, Five Thousand Captives!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
” F*ck, what kind of dog is that? The Bottle of Sin is a divine artifact that 1 have long had my eyes on, and now it’s actually been eaten by a dog? The Tushan family is too terrifying. Not only are all of them stronger than the last, but even a dog is so terrifying. Where did they find such beings?”
The Mad Daoist was full of resentment.
Previously, he had been thinking about how to kill Li Jiuyin and s.n.a.t.c.h the Bottle of Sin. Who knew that before he could do anything, Erha would beat him to it?
Now that the divine artifact had entered its stomach, it would be even harder to get it than to ascend to the heavens.
“Sigh, this divine artifact wasn’t fated with me…” The Mad Daoist sighed helplessly.
He could only watch as Erha swallowed the Bottle of Sin and fled.
In fact, not only were the Mad Daoist and Qin Daofu shocked, but even Yin Siming and the others on the Boat of Paramita in the distance were astonished.
“Grand Heavenly Master, that divine artifact… Can we get it back?” Wu Huan asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, Yin Siming smiled bitterly.
“The treasure has entered Erha’s stomach, and you want it to spit it out? Erha is the most obsessed with treasures. Now, I’m afraid it’s no longer in Sunset Land. It might have even escaped from Great Green Mountain. I’m afraid it won’t be back any time soon.”
What? Escaped?
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.
“High Priest, Erha is unruly and untamed. Other than you and the Great G.o.d, I’m afraid that no one in the world can make it afraid. If it sneaks out and causes a big disaster, how will we clean up the mess?” Wu Huan said worriedly.
Erha was not afraid of anything. Once it went out, it would definitely get into trouble.
At that time, it might bring trouble to the Tushan family.
“Leave it be. If it wants to go out, then let it go. In any case, it can’t cause any trouble in Mountain Mausoleum Area. When the dog is hungry, it will naturally come back,” Tushan Cangyue said nonchalantly.
After saying that, She turned to look at the battlefield.
Rumble!
Under the leadership of the 33 ancestors, the Sunset ancient race had already taken control of the situation on the battlefield.
With the death of Li Jiuyin, the Panshi ancient race lost its greatest reliance. Everyone was terrified.
Clan Leader Shi Xiao’s heart was filled with despair because he could already see Yu Zhentian of the Sunset ancient race flying over from afar with the head of the Eighteenth Ancestor in his hand.
The Eighteenth Ancestor was dead!
“The heavens want to destroy the Panshi ancient race!” Shi Xiao let out a desperate roar. His voice was filled with endless sadness and unwillingness.
“One wrong step and the following steps will all go wrong. From the moment you betrayed the G.o.d of War, you were destined to die today. You asked for everything. You can’t blame anyone else.”
In the void, Yu Zhentian held Shi Ji’s head and said coldly.
“Men, kill all these traitors of the Panshi ancient race who betrayed the G.o.d of War!”
“Yes!”
In the distance, Yu Shan and the others replied.
As they spoke, they prepared to kill all the members of the Panshi ancient race to maintain the G.o.d of War’s faith.
“Wait.”
Just as Yu Shan and the others were about to attack, Tushan Cangyue’s calm voice rang out.
“High Priest, everyone in the Panshi ancient race deserves to be killed.”
Yu Zhentian was puzzled.
“I know. However, we still have some use for them.”
They did?
Everyone was even more confused.
Tushan Cangyue didn’t explain anything. She just looked at the Wicked Trio in the distance with her cold eyes.
Seeing this, the Mad Daoist and the others hurriedly walked over.
“1 promised you before that if there were any members of the Panshi ancient race alive, 1 would sell them to you as servants. Right now, there are about 5,000 clansmen here. If you take out ten more divine herbs, 1’11 hand them all over to you to deal with.”
What? She wanted to sell the Panshi ancient race?
Upon hearing this, be it Yu Zhentian, Shi Xiao, or the others in the distance, all of them revealed expressions of disbelief.
“Since ancient times, the winner takes it all. The Panshi ancient race is not a bunch of cowards!”
Shi Xiao’s earth-shaking roar resounded in all directions.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Xiao was about to smack down on his own head under everyone’s watchful eyes. He would rather die than submit!
Right when he moved, Tushan Cangyue waved her sleeve slightly.
With that, the s.p.a.ce within a hundred thousand feet radius was sealed by the power of heaven and earth and no one from the Panshi ancient race could move.
“Without my permission, you don’t even have the right to die.”
Her calm voice slowly sounded.
As soon as she said this, Shi Xiao and the rest all widened their eyes, the hatred in their hearts reaching an extreme.
Tushan Cangyue couldn’t care less about their endless hatred. Her indifferent eyes were still looking at the Mad Daoist.
“What do you think? Five thousand living people in exchange for ten stalks of divine herbs. It should be very cost-effective, right?”
“But…”
“I’ll give you ten breaths of time to consider. After that, 1 might change my mind.”
“High Priest, please wait a moment. We need to discuss this,” The Mad Daoist hurriedly said.
Then, he pulled Lin Wudao and Qin Daofu to the side.
“Brother Ren, what should we do now? We were only able to obtain ten True G.o.d-level treasures from the Panshi ancient race previously. Adding on the divine herb that I gave them previously, it’s just right now. These are True G.o.d-level treasures. Do you think it’s worth it to exchange them for 5,000 prisoners of war from the Panshi ancient race?”
The Mad Daoist rubbed his hands and asked Lin Wudao.
Hearing this, Lin Wudao laughed in his heart.
However, on the surface, he remained calm.
“You’ve already made your decision, so why are you still asking me?”
“Hehe, does that mean Brother Ren does support me to perform the transaction?”
“Do it. The members of the Panshi ancient race have extremely powerful cultivations. Ten stalks of divine herbs in exchange for five thousand prisoners of war is a huge profit. If Qin Daofu agrees, 1 have no objections,” He said indifferently.
“Since Brother Ren has agreed, I naturally agree as well. Old lunatic, this time, you owe me and Brother Ren a huge favor,” Qin Daofu said with a smile.
Hearing this, the Mad Daoist nodded. The smile on his face was extremely bright.
Lin Wudao and Qin Daofu both wanted dead people, while he was the only one who wanted living people. This time, it was obvious that they had suffered a loss and he had profited greatly.
He indeed owed them a huge favor.
“Thank you, Brother Ren, Qin Daofu.”
With this, the Mad Daoist immediately took out ten jade boxes and handed them to Tushan Cangyue.
“High Priest, these are ten True G.o.d-level treasures. Is this okay?”
“Okay,” Tushan Cangyue glanced over and nodded in satisfaction, “From now on, they are yours.”
“Thank you, High Priest!”
Clasping his hands in excitement, the Mad Daoist immediately turned around and charged toward the people of the Panshi ancient race. His eyes were filled with intense desire.
“High Priest, the Wicked Trio is really rich. Including the divine herbs from before, they have taken out a total of eleven True G.o.d-level treasures. I wonder where they got these things from,” Wu Huan sighed. He couldn’t help but admire them.
Although the Wicked Trio was cunning, cruel, and greedy, their methods of making money were definitely something that people could not compare to.
Even the Tushan family couldn’t take out so many True G.o.d-level treasures.
Whoosh!
Just as Wu Huan was sighing, Xie Wuyou’s figure suddenly appeared.
“Reporting to the High Priest, 1 went to the Panshi ancient race just now and found that everything in their treasury is gone. 1 heard from the clansmen of the Panshi ancient race that someone seemed to have snuck into their treasury earlier and had s.n.a.t.c.hed away all the treasures.”
At this point, Xie Wuyou turned to look at the Wicked Trio. His meaning was self-evident.
“Heh, I was just wondering where the Wicked Trio got so many True G.o.d-level treasures. So they robbed the Panshi ancient race’s treasury? High Priest, asking for only ten stalks of divine herbs was a little too cheap,” Wu Huan complained.
This time, the Wicked Trio had benefited greatly.
The Mad Daoist couldn’t care less about the resentment of Wu Huan and the others.
“Great Burial Technique!”
After arriving in front of Shi Xiao and the others, he immediately began to use the Great Burial Technique to absorb their cultivation and life essence to strengthen himself.
“All!”
However, just as he made his move, a strange scene happened.
Buzz!
The black imprint between Shi Xiao and the others’ brows suddenly flourished with black light.
Immediately after, the Mad Daoist saw that the life essence in their bodies was rapidly draining away.
“s.h.i.t! The G.o.d of Calamity is making his move. He’s using the Calamity Imprint to absorb the life essence of the Panshi ancient race!” Lin Wudao said in a deep voice.
F*ck! Was the G.o.d of Calamity here to rob him?
The Mad Daoist’s expression changed drastically.
He did not dare to hesitate at all. He immediately activated the Great Burial Technique and began to plunder crazily.
At this moment, he was fighting against a G.o.d..