nyslfriends Chapter 31 Who is this person? [Revised]
Chapter 31 Who is this person? [Revised]
Bloodfang Valley.
The entrance is a natural rock crevice, with towering rock walls on both sides reaching into the clouds.
At the entrance of the valley, there was a stone table and a grand chair.
The young man in the red robe was looking down and fiddling with the purple jade abacus, the beads making a clattering sound.
Ma Wencai.
Eighth level of Qi Refining, the nephew of Steward Ma.
He heard footsteps, looked up, and glanced at Zhang Xuan.
At the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining, with a bandage wrapped around his right shoulder, he had the standard posture of a sect disciple.
He glanced at Zhao Ling, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining, tall and aloof.
A glance at Shen Qing revealed him to be at the sixth level of Qi Refining, a prisoner of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Finally, he looked at the young man standing at the front.
Bronze skin, white hair, dark red horns.
Blood slaves?
Pseudo-refining level 5!
Moreover, there are two women, Zhao Ling and Shen Qing.
They were standing behind him, one on his left and one on his right?
One of the abacus beads fell from Ma Wencai's hand and landed on the account book with a thud.
His face was full of confusion and shock.
He picked it up and turned it twice more.
"What exactly is this absurd and incongruous person's identity?"
The tone was confused.
Steward Han never does anything that results in a loss.
She sends these kinds of people to the front, either because they're useful or because they're dead.
Both are worth taking a second look at.
moment.
A group of people came up to him.
Zhao Ling spoke up: "Senior Brother Ma, I have come to retrieve the toad's heart on Master's orders."
Upon hearing this, Ma Wencai pushed the abacus forward.
"Yes, but last time Deacon Liu's disciple came to collect the materials, he signed a waiver of life and death when he entered the valley."
"You also need to sign and pay an entry fee."
Li Tianran listened quietly.
Zhao Ling had already paid the entrance fee for him and Shen Qing.
After Zhang Xuan snorted, he paid the spirit stones himself.
Ma Wencai made a mark in the ledger and rang a bell to summon an old man.
"Take the four of you to the Mysterious Cold Pool."
As she spoke, she glanced at Li Tianran again, almost unconsciously.
The old man's cloudy, grayish-white eyes swept over Li Tianran, and he marked a dead account in the ledger.
immediately.
Li Tianran and his group followed the old man's steps.
Fifteen minutes later.
After hearing that someone had come to the cold pool to retrieve the heart of the poisonous toad, a large number of people had already gathered by the pool.
Ma Wencai leaned against the stone tablet, fiddling with his abacus.
The old man turned to a new page in the ledger, his pen hovering over the blank space.
A few Bloodfang Valley disciples stood scattered on the rocks.
"A group of people are coming? The last time Steward Liu's people came was two years ago, wasn't it?"
Refining Qi to the eighth level, going in for five breaths, and coming out missing an arm.
Especially that blood slave, a pseudo-level five Qi cultivator, doesn't even have any armor?
The old man didn't turn around; he simply turned the page of the ledger forward.
The names were densely packed, followed by a list of dead accounts.
He held the pen tip above Li Tianran's name.
"It's just a formality, why are so many people watching the show?"
Zhang Xuan shook his head.
He put on his armor, swallowed an antidote, and without hesitation, walked to the edge of the pool and jumped into the water.
The dagger pierced the toad's chest.
The blade drew sparks across the scales, but the six layers of spiritual energy could not penetrate them.
A second poisonous toad emerged from the side, its tongue piercing through his armor and embedding itself in his right shoulder, in the same spot where the bone spur had pierced him last time.
He surfaced, blood seeping from between his fingers, his face expressionless.
"The scales are too thick; even six layers of spiritual power cannot pierce the heart."
The disciples on the shore exchanged glances, as expected.
After Zhang Xuan went ashore.
He stared at Zhao Ling and urged, "I've completed my mission, stop dawdling."
Zhao Ling didn't waste any more words.
She walked to the edge of the pool, without wearing armor, and jumped into the pool, where she stayed for twelve breaths.
When he came out, most of the cuff of his left arm was corroded by the venom.
A palm-sized red mark appeared on my forearm, with a layer of fine blisters on the surface.
"That won't work."
She shook her head, sheathed the dagger, her left hand trembling slightly.
It's clear that she tried, unlike Zhang Xuan who just went through the motions.
Upon seeing this.
The old man beside him lowered his withered fingers and made two strokes on the ledger.
After finishing writing, he held the pen tip back above Li Tianran's name.
He glanced at the figure crouching by the pool.
The pseudo-level 5 blood slave wasn't even wearing armor.
Ma Wencai stopped using his abacus.
"Junior Sister Zhao held on for twelve breaths at the seventh level, while Junior Brother Zhang had his shoulder pierced by a tongue at the sixth level."
"As expected," he paused, then looked at Li Tianran to the side.
"I'll do it."
Li Tianran stood up.
All eyes fell on him at the same time.
The disciples stopped whispering, the old man paused slightly with his pen, and Ma Wencai stopped using his abacus again.
Zhao Ling pressed her left arm, which was burned, and looked up. Shen Qing gripped the hem of her Taoist robe tightly.
Zhang Xuan didn't even glance at it, and said indifferently, "A waste of time."
Li Tianran ignored it.
He squatted by the pool, staring at the water.
I felt a current within my body that resonated slightly with the energy in the icy pool.
It's a blood-based conduit!
Bloodlust felt like he was back home, and he was itching to get started!
Could it be that the blood in my body is related to this icy pool?
He jumped into the pool.
A stinging sensation shot through my arm the moment the toxic mist hit the water.
The swarm of poisonous toads at the bottom of the pool slowly surrounded him, their dark green pupils scanning him.
The one closest to him was less than three feet away, and he could see his own face reflected in that vertical pupil.
He didn't move.
The scent of blood spread silently in the water, and the swarm of poisonous toads actually circled around him several times.
Then, they slowly made way for it.
It really is related to blood!
He hadn't held out much hope, but he never expected that the bloodline implant would actually come in handy.
Li Tianran did not hesitate at all.
Before they could decide, he used his scimitar to cut open the membrane of the toad closest to the center of the pool and cut off its first heart.
When I turned and swam upstream, the group of poisonous toads behind me did not chase me.
He turned around and glanced at it.
The poisonous toad stared at him for a moment before slowly sinking into the deeper water.
Ok?
Li Tianran put his heart into the storage bag.
Without hesitation, he dived even deeper.
When he put the third heart into the storage bag, he suddenly paused.
Old Demon Han wanted three, but Steward Ma was willing to use such a thing as a bargaining chip, which shows that its value is far more than that.
Li Tianran thought about it.
So they went back in.
One trip, two trips, three trips, and the toads stopped circling around him, simply lazily making way for him.
When the tenth one was cut off, the largest poisonous toad in the center of the pool opened its eyes and stared at him for a moment.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.
Fifteen minutes later, Li Tianran climbed ashore.
He took out three hearts from his storage bag and held them in his palm.
The rest were left at the bottom of the bag.
Old Man Han asked for three, so he only gave him three.
Splash!
When Li Tianran surfaced.
All eyes fell on the three toad hearts in the palm of his hand.
The shore suddenly fell silent.
The remaining disciples who had not yet left stood up straight.
It's unclear when Ma Wencai's scheme will stop.
He had just categorized this blood slave as either useful or a death sentence.
Now he knows which one it is.
Zhao Ling's lips moved, but she swallowed them back.
Shen Qing was pleasantly surprised. She quickly handed over a dry cloth without saying anything.
Li Tianran glanced at her.
He took the cloth and wiped the blood off his arm.
"impossible!"
Zhang Xuan's incredulous voice rang out from behind him.