RNP Chapter 738 - 647: Undercurrents Surging
Chapter 738 - 647: Undercurrents Surging
Chen Xingyu was very self-aware.
Every time after their cloud-and-rain, he would automatically offer up some good goods, letting her resell them for a markup.
Chen Xingyu’s spirits lifted slightly, and he took out a Jade Box from his Storage Pouch.
"Of course I brought something good. Have a look."
Little Fengxian’s eyes lit up. She took the Jade Box and impatiently opened it.
Inside, twenty Fire Dragon Talismans that shimmered with Spiritual Light were neatly stacked in rows.
A trace of disappointment flashed through Little Fengxian’s eyes.
A mere twenty Fire Dragon Talismans had limited value.
"Chen-lang."
Little Fengxian lifted her limpid eyes, her tone tinged with grievance: "Just these few Fire Dragon Talismans? I thought that I..."
Chen Xingyu reached out, lifted Little Fengxian’s chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Little Fengxian, listen carefully. These Fire Dragon Talismans are no ordinary thing. Each one, the asking price to outsiders must not be less than two hundred Spirit Stones. Not a single Spirit Stone less!"
"Two hundred Spirit Stones?"
Little Fengxian’s beautiful eyes flew wide open.
"That’s the price of premium Talismans. Chen-lang, you’re not joking with me, are you? These aren’t premium Talismans."
The market price of a regular qualified Fire Dragon Talisman was one hundred Spirit Stones, premium ones two hundred Spirit Stones.
Chen Xingyu lowered his voice and said solemnly, "These Fire Dragon Talismans aren’t ordinary Fire Talismans. Their power absolutely exceeds that of premium Fire Dragon Talismans."
"These Fire Dragon Talismans have a wisp of Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire fused into them."
"Fused with Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire?"
Little Fengxian drew in a sharp breath.
She had heard a little about the Fire Cloud Sect.
True Master Primordial Fire was the number one True Master of Fire Cloud, Golden Core Perfection, famed far and wide.
His natal True Flame was the Crimson Cloud Primordial Fire.
She had known Chen Xingyu for many years and knew very well that this man was lustful and greedy for wealth.
But when it came to the quality of goods, he would not talk nonsense.
Chen Xingyu sighed and said, "If I weren’t so broke lately, how could I bear to take out such bottom-of-the-chest treasures to sell!"
Little Fengxian’s eyes flowed with charm. She let out a soft moan, her soft body twining around Chen Xingyu once more, her breath orchid-fragrant.
"Chen-lang, rest assured, I’ll do as you say. Two hundred Spirit Stones each—won’t sell for a single stone less!"
As she spoke, a jade hand soft as boneless quietly slipped under the brocade quilt.
Chen Xingyu’s whole body trembled, a flash of brilliance suddenly bursting forth in his eyes, his breathing turning heavy.
He wrapped an arm around Little Fengxian’s waist and pressed her beneath him.
"This time I want to..."
He lowered his voice and spoke into Little Fengxian’s ear.
Little Fengxian let out a string of soul-hooking, mind-seizing giggles, her voice dripping with allure.
"Chen-lang, you’re so bad..."
The red gauze canopy fell once again, hiding the increasingly intense spring scene.
...
Ten thousand miles away from Yueyun Immortal City.
Deep within the Ten-Thousand-Demon Mountain Range, ancient trees towered into the sky, gnarled branches coiling together, blotting out the heavens.
It was close to dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting mottled patches of light and shadow through the forest.
It brought not a trace of warmth, instead making the woods seem even more deep and eerie.
The air was filled with a strange odor, a mixture of rotting leaves, damp earth, and blood, displaying the brutal laws that ruled this primeval jungle.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Five streaks of Escape Light of different colors fled in an extremely wretched fashion, weaving hastily between thick trunks and startling a flock of birds into flight.
Within the Escape Light were four men and one woman, five Cultivators, all with Realm Cultivation at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.
Their Magic Robes were torn, their auras chaotic, and their faces were full of panic.
Their leader was an old Cultivator in a black robe, standing on a Flying Sword that flickered with green light. He was the backbone of the small team, known as Old Mo.
Right behind him was a burly man wielding a gold-backed mountain-cleaving saber, named Iron Tower.
At this moment Iron Tower was fleeing in his Escape Light while cursing non-stop: "Damn it all! What rotten luck! The intel said it was a pair of Tier Two Lower Grade Ironback Bears—how the hell did both of them break through to Tier Two Middle Grade!"
"Those beasts are thick-skinned and Infinite Strength, they almost slapped me to death!"
On the other side, a beautiful Female Cultivator in a goose-yellow Immortal Skirt was desperately urging on the Flying Sword beneath her feet.
Her name was Liu Yiyi, and her voice carried a sob: "Old Mo, they’ve split up and are flanking us."
The two massive demon bears, their fur gleaming with a metallic luster, had already moved in from left and right, forming a pincer around them.
Their speed was a shade faster than the five flying with their Artifacts.
Their bell-sized bear eyes gleamed with brutal ferocity, fangs bared, demonic qi surging.