Feeling the cold intention in Jiang Fan’s eyes,
Wu Manyue shivered.
Jiang Fan was actually a very tolerant person.
She had fought with Jiang Fan for so long and had never seen him angry at her.
Let alone harbor any thoughts of killing her.
Yet now, the desire to kill had surged within him.
But this version of Jiang Fan made her look at him differently, as she commented:
“Good job.”
“A man should be like this.”
“If someone bullies you to this extent and you still lack backbone, might as well cut it off and be a woman instead!”
Ren Guhong rubbed his palms together, squinting his eyes as he spoke:
“If I’m not mistaken, this group has been heading southward, aiming directly for the Human Clan’s lands, correct?”
“Their true target may not be the Demon Race.”
“Rather, it might be a place within the Nine-Sect of our Human Clan.”
“The massacres they have committed in the Demon Race’s territory may have been orchestrated merely to create the illusion of Hell Beast attacks.”
“To cover their true intentions and identities.”
As he said this,
his eyes were filled with icy light.
“They’ve set their schemes against the Human Clan.”
“You’re courting death!”
He looked toward Jiang Fan and Wu Manyue, a glint flashing in his gaze as he proposed:
“How about the three of us compete?”
He retrieved a palm-sized jade jar from his robes.
Inside was a liquid of five radiant colors.
“Let’s compare who kills the most beasts.”
“As for the reward, each person contributes an item.”
“The one who kills the most gets everything!”
He shook the jade jar in his hand and said, “This is something I accidentally obtained from the underground world back in the day.”
“I once saw a five-colored ancient book in a treasury with a merit value of fifty thousand.”
“The liquid inside this jar resonates with that five-colored book.”
“I’ve been accumulating merits in hopes of exchanging for that book.”
“This Spiritual Liquid must surely be related to the five-colored ancient book.”
“Imagine that—a liquid capable of resonating with a book worth fifty thousand merits—it’s no simple matter.”
Wu Manyue’s eyes gleamed faintly.
She exclaimed, “You hide things really well.”
“I heard that the Pavilion Master had spent ages studying that five-colored ancient book, which contains Divinity Transformation Realm heritage.”
“This Spiritual Liquid in your possession can actually resonate with it?”
“If the Pavilion Master finds out, your liquid would most likely be seized and exchanged for merits at a high value.”
Ren Guhong said, “That’s precisely why, dear Junior Brother and Junior Sister, do you want to bet?”
“Win, and the Spiritual Liquid is yours.”
“Even if you can’t get the five-colored book, simply exchanging for merit points would already be an impressive gain.”
Wu Manyue acted decisively,
immediately taking out her hair crown, saying, “Alright!”
“Since Brother Ren is willing to pay a high price, Sister won’t be stingy either.”
She glanced sideways at Jiang Fan and teased, “You sly guy, haven’t you been eyeing this crown?”
“This time you better seize the opportunity.”
“This is a near-Spiritual Artifact, named Thousand Illusion Crown, and I’ve discovered two of its functions.”
“One is Invisibility, its effect comparable to the Low Grade Dustless Talisman—it can conceal you from anyone below Nascent Soul Realm.”
“Even Nascent Soul Experts might not notice you unless they investigate carefully.”
“The second is Disguise, it can temporarily alter your appearance, even capable of deceiving those in the Nascent Soul Realm.”