Chapter 110: Obtaining the Treasure

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Obtaining the TreasureThose hundreds of dust threads in his hands seemed to have been infused with life itself; when shot out, each one targeted an acupuncture point on Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong’s bodies, and they were more than twice as fast. Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong had just gone through several battles, their True Yuan and physical strength nearly depleted. They hadn’t had time to catch their breath and recover, leaving them at the end of their rope. Moreover, neither of them could produce a move similar to Fang Bai’s "Intercepting Dragon Hand." Seeing a curtain of white rain looming over them, the two couldn’t help but show shock on their faces. Despite their best efforts to dodge, each was pierced by a body full of dust threads, resembling two oversized white porcupines. Fang Bai’s precision in targeting acupuncture points was unmatched. He inserted dozens of silver needles into Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong, each needle sealing an acupuncture point on their bodies. Qingxu and Wen Xiangrong felt their bodies go numb in an instant, losing all sensation and unable to stand, they fell to the ground. It was fortunate that Fang Bai didn’t intend to kill; otherwise, a slightly deeper thrust of those dust threads would have cut off their breath and they would have died on the spot. Still, two Profound Level Martial Artists, now rendered incapable of the slightest movement in their bodies apart from their facial features, laid there, almost no different from invalids. At this moment, even an ordinary person without the strength to truss a chicken could easily finish them off. Fang Bai glanced at Wen Xiangrong and Qingxu, no longer paying them any mind, and beckoned to Ghost Hand to come over. "What are your orders, senior?" Ghost Hand, having witnessed Fang Bai eliminate dozens of Misty Rain Tower and Qingcheng Temple disciples in moments, and being more powerful than the White Ape, was already filled with respect. He had no choice but to steel himself and approach, cupping his fists and respectfully asking. Although Fang Bai was wearing a mask and Ghost Hand couldn’t determine his true age, in the world of martial artists, capability commanded respect. Regardless of Fang Bai’s age, addressing him as a senior could never be a mistake. Fang Bai appeared to be around twenty years old, slightly younger than Ghost Hand, but his mental age was already several tens of thousands of years. Thus, being addressed as a "senior" by Ghost Hand didn’t feel awkward to him at all. "Go get the six Heaven Level Martial Artist treasures." Fang Bai pointed towards the distant ground where the six treasures lay scattered and said to Ghost Hand. Without a word, Ghost Hand ran over, carefully collected the six Heaven Level Martial Artist treasures, and brought them back to Fang Bai. "I’ll keep these three items. The dagger and two cultivation techniques, as I said, I’ll give to you," Fang Bai said, picking up two jade bottles containing "Gathering Yuan Pills" and a wooden box with ten Red Essence Stones. He then waved his hand. After speaking, Fang Bai didn’t wait for Ghost Hand’s reaction and turned to leave, drifting away. His movement technique was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had left the valley and disappeared into the vast mountains. For Fang Bai, what happened in the valley was but a trivial matter, and the disciples of the four major sects were just fleeting passersby in his path of cultivation. He had no interest or intention to entangle with them too deeply. Ghost Hand stood staring at Fang Bai’s departing figure for a long while before coming to his senses. He could never have imagined that a simple act of kindness from before would bring such a massive reward. Looking at the three treasures in his hands, he felt as if he was in a dream. "Junior Brother Liu, come and pinch me! Put some strength into it!" After a while, Ghost Hand turned his head and said to a Myriad Medicine Valley disciple who approached him. The disciple surnamed Liu reached out and pinched him hard on his body. Ouch— Ghost Hand cried out, the pain nearly bringing tears to his eyes. "It’s not a dream, it’s real!" Ghost Hand, ecstatic, brandished the dagger and two cultivation techniques in his hand and said to the dozen disciples of Myriad Medicine Valley surrounding him, "This trip was not in vain; we’ve got three treasures. Once we return to Myriad Medicine Valley, we will surely receive the Valley Master’s rewards!" After a pause, he continued, "There’s no time to delay, let’s leave immediately and head back to Myriad Medicine Valley." The dozen Myriad Medicine Valley disciples responded and, with Ghost Hand in their midst, cheerfully exited the valley. As for the dozens of disciples from Qingcheng Temple and Misty Rain Tower knocked out by Fang Bai, including the incapacitated Wen Xiangrong and Qingxu, Ghost Hand and the others paid them no heed. This was deep in the mountains, where at night, beasts would roam. Whether the people in the valley would survive was left to fate. ...... The torrential downpour was like the waters from the Galaxy pouring down, instantly enveloping Yanjing City, with its population of over ten million, within. For a time, Yanjing’s streets and alleys were nearly empty of pedestrians, and vehicles became sparse. At this moment, Fang Bai, holding a small black umbrella he carried with him, braved the wind and rain, striding along a national highway outside Yanjing City. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Such fierce rain and powerful winds did not seem to impact Fang Bai, as not a drop of rain splashed upon him. After leaving Fuhu Mountain, the road to Yanjing was basically a flat plain. Fang Bai had visited many places but hadn’t found any more useful cultivation resources. Seeing that time was running out, he stopped dawdling and flew straight to the vicinity of Yanjing. As for the "Gathering Yuan Pills" and ten Red Essence Stones he had obtained in Fuhu Mountain, Fang Bai planned to settle down in Yanjing before finding a secluded, uninhabited place to take them out for cultivation. With two bottles, a total of ten "Gathering Yuan Pills," and ten Red Essence Stones, aided by these cultivation resources and his own training, Fang Bai believed he could elevate his strength by a small realm in a short time. Because of the heavy rain, there were practically no pedestrians on the national highway, and only after a lengthy interval would a vehicle be seen speeding past. As long as there were no people, Fang Bai’s speed would suddenly increase, flying forward for a while. When a vehicle drove past, Fang Bai would slow his pace, appearing like a traveler in a hurry. When he reached the middle of a stone bridge hundreds of meters long, Fang Bai’s steps slowed again. He glanced over the tree-lined paths on the other side of the bridge. "There’s killing Qi." Fang Bai frowned slightly, muttering under his breath. Di di—— Just then, a series of urgent car horn sounds came from behind. Fang Bai moved his foot to the side, stepping out of the way. Turning his head, he saw four identical black sedans escorting a silver armored vehicle passing through the heavy rain curtains towards the opposite end of the bridge. Fang Bai had excellent vision. As the convoy passed by, he saw through the window gap of the silver armored vehicle inside sat four people. The two in the front were both in black suits, the standard dress of bodyguards, one serving as the driver and the other sitting in the passenger seat. The two in the back included an old man in a red Tang suit and a young girl with twin ponytails. The man in the Tang suit looked to be over seventy years old, and the twin-tailed girl appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen. Her profile suggested she was quite beautiful. "Those lying in ambush in the forest ahead must have targeted this convoy," he deduced. Watching the convoy that flew past him, Fang Bai continued to walk, holding his black umbrella, but slowed down even more.