Chapter 175
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Chapter 175: Searching for Treasure
Fang Lie said seriously, "My shoulder was actually broken by you, but I possess a secret technique that can restore all injuries within an extremely short time!"
"What? You have such heaven-defying secret arts?" the black-armored man gasped in shock.
"Don’t believe me?" Fang Lie replied cheerfully. "No problem! I’ll demonstrate. Watch closely—I’ll stab myself first!"
With that, Fang Lie casually retrieved a sharp short sword from a confiscated Sumeru Bag and plunged it into his lower abdomen without hesitation. The blade pierced clean through his body. He turned sideways to ensure the black-armored man saw clearly.
But the black-armored man wasn’t watching anymore—an identical wound had mysteriously appeared on his own abdomen!
Most Incredibly, the black-armored man wore Fifth Rank treasure armor that remained completely undamaged while his flesh bore the injury. The contradiction defied all logic!
Ignoring the man’s shock, Fang Lie yanked out the blade and spun in place. His Healing Art activated during the rotation, erasing all traces of injury by the time he stopped.
"See clearly now?" Fang Lie grinned. "If not, we can repeat!"
"No!" The black-armored man trembled violently. "Stop this madness!"
"Nonsense! You must witness properly!" Fang Lie declared, stabbing himself again and again while laughing wildly. "Watch how I do it! This way! And this way!"
Each stab made Fang Lie’s sweat pour like rain, yet he seemed increasingly exhilarated. Meanwhile, matching wounds tore through the black-armored man’s gut with every strike.
Though Fang Lie’s injuries vanished instantly, his victim lacked such regenerative power. A dozen stab wounds reduced the black-armored man’s abdomen to shredded meat, internal organs riddled with holes as blood cascaded like a ruptured dam.
Only his Nascent Soul cultivation and robust physique kept him alive—any weaker cultivator would’ve perished from blood loss long ago.
The black-armored man’s condition worsened by the moment: his mind fogged by the Great Unity Spell’s damage, meridians torn from reversed energy flow, body weakened by the Demon’s Disintegration Great Method, and now this fresh butchery. Surviving these cumulative injuries bordered on miraculous; combat capability was utterly gone.
Still cautious, Fang Lie smashed the Seven Treasures Vajra Mace against the man’s chest. When the attack only produced bloody coughs, he smirked. "You thought to ambush me? What pathetic foolishness!"
"Mercy!" the black-armored man groaned. "I’ll serve as your slave!"
He hoped his Nascent Soul True Immortal status and treasures might preserve his life through servitude.
Fang Lie’s cold laugh shattered that hope. "Your tainted karma disqualifies you even as a slave. Die swiftly."
Relentlessly, Fang Lie alternated attacks with the Seven Treasures Vajra Mace and Chifeng Sword. Though the Fifth Rank armor repelled direct damage, shockwaves battered the man’s ruined body.
A body cultivator’s endurance became his curse—his enhanced vitality prolonging agony through half an hour of brutal pounding until Fang Lie, sweat-drenched and exhausted, finally ended him.
The Fifth Rank treasures detached, hovering mournfully as their owner’s divine sense faded.
Fang Lie now observed the corpse—a fierce-faced man in his forties, transformed into a blood-drenched horror.
Fang Lie had no interest in the black-armored man. After confirming the man’s death with a brief glance, he turned his full attention to the floating armor – his first captured fifth-rank treasure.
The armor emitted an eerie glow, radiating imposing majesty even without its owner.
Fang Lie’s admiration grew as he examined it. He asked the old bird, "Bird Bro, what treasure is this?"
"Trash," the old bird sneered. "Mid-grade Fifth Rank at best. What a waste of good materials! Only an idiot would forge this."
"Still decent enough," Fang Lie said wistfully. "Too bad I can’t use it yet."
"You’ll manage it when your Qi Sea expands to a hundred miles," the old bird replied.
"A hundred miles? I’m barely past four!" Fang Lie chuckled bitterly before storing the armor.
He then searched the corpse for Sumeru Bags but found none.
"Where are his storage pouches?" Fang Lie exclaimed.
"Fool!" the old bird scolded. "Nascent Soul True Immortals don’t use crude space bags. That ring on his hand is a spatial treasure!"
Realization dawned on Fang Lie as he retrieved the black ring with golden patterns. His divine sense recoiled when he tried probing it.
"Why can’t I open this?" he growled in frustration.
"Of course you can’t!" the old bird snapped. "It bears a Nascent Soul True Immortal’s divine sense imprint. You’d need equivalent power to break it. Two options: cultivate a divine sense secret technique, or pay someone stronger to crack it."
"Later then," Fang Lie sighed, storing the ring.
Moving deeper into the chambers, he cautioned, "There might be valuable items here with protective restrictions. Keep watch for me."
"What’s there to fear from a two-hour-old corpse?" the old bird retorted.
"But others might come claim these treasures!"
"Fine," the old bird relented. "I’ll assist."
Guided by the old bird, Fang Lie reached the treasure ship’s control cabin featuring a massive Formation with hundreds of flags. Disregarding the ship-bound apparatus, he proceeded to the inner sanctum.
The living quarters greeted him with floral fragrance from a potted plant – a one-foot tree bearing seven rainbow-colored blooms.
"Rainbow Grass!" Fang Lie exclaimed. "Boosts cultivation speed by 10-30%! Useless for Wind Tribulation Immortals, but perfect for me!"
Next he noticed a sitting cushion woven from luminous green stalks. "A Qingning spirit herb cushion! Prevents cultivation deviation. Worthless to me, but priceless for Demonic Path practitioners!"
His exploration concluded at an antique shelf displaying various spirit-glow artifacts.
