Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 79 The Insidious Mysterious Bone

"How do we divide this?"

Feng Xiu placed his right hand on his storage bag and looked at the others.

Scarface turned and glanced at the cultivator surnamed Bai, who shook his head slightly at him.

"How about we sell it to Fengle Auction House and split the proceeds in spirit stones equally among the four of us?"

Scarface suggested.

The cultivator surnamed Bai was in cahoots with the scarred man, so naturally he had no objections.

However, the cultivators surnamed Feng and Zhou disagreed.

"Brother Dao, don't forget those deadly restrictions up there."

This place is eerie, and these lotus flowers grow so conspicuously; how could they not be protected? I propose that whoever goes to pick these Seven-Colored Lotuses take an extra ten percent, how about that?

"That's what the cultivator surnamed Feng said."

"This... Old Feng, aren't you being overly cautious? Fellow Daoist Bai and I have thoroughly checked the area around this pool, and there are no signs of any restrictive energy."

Scarface patted his chest and assured him.

"Then you go pick them?"

Feng interrupted him.

"Old Feng, what do you mean by this? Are you deliberately picking a fight?"

Scarface narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just don't want to die an unclear death like Fellow Daoist Liu."

A silver writing brush appeared in Feng Xiushi's hand, clearly indicating that he practiced Confucian techniques.

The tension between the two sides immediately escalated, and at this moment, the "Array Master" surnamed Bai stepped forward.

"Let's not make things so unpleasant, everyone. Let's do as Fellow Daoist Feng said. We'll give each other an extra ten percent of the spirit stones raised from the auction."

Seeing that his companion agreed with the other's suggestion, Scarface could no longer maintain the stalemate.

"Get it quickly, stop dawdling."

Scarface said with a displeased expression.

The cultivator surnamed Feng simply smiled, then took out a compass-shaped magical artifact and flicked out a few weak, probing magical forces towards the edge of the pool.

"The spirit detection disc is not responding; there are no restrictions."

"It's probably because the protective barrier has become ineffective over time."

The cultivator surnamed Zhou guessed.

The cultivator surnamed Feng frowned, feeling that things were going too smoothly, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

"Old Zhou, you cover me, I'll go get it."

"That's what the cultivator surnamed Feng said."

"Okay, leave it to me."

The cultivator surnamed Zhou held a few talismans in his hand and gestured to his old friend to go ahead.

Meanwhile, the scarred man and the white-surnamed cultivator activated their magical artifacts for protection, their eyes carrying a hint of surveillance.

The cultivator surnamed Feng took a deep breath, and a layer of light blue protective spiritual light shone around his body as he cautiously approached the pool.

The pool water was crystal clear and appeared perfectly normal.

He held his breath, flew forward to the center of the pool, and then slowly reached his right hand towards the root of the "Seven Clouds Lotus," clasped his five fingers together, and pulled upward with force.

However, the Seven-Colored Lotus remained completely still!

"What happened?"

The cultivator surnamed Feng was taken aback. Before he could increase his strength, the seemingly delicate "lotus stem" suddenly trembled.

Immediately, a terrifying force pulled him into the pool!

"Oh no! Old Zhou, save me!"

The cultivator surnamed Feng cried out for help in utter terror.

But in the blink of an eye, an irresistible force dragged him into the pool.

"Old Feng!"

"What's going on?!"

The three people on the shore were terrified and wanted to help.

But the change happened too quickly. They only saw that after the cultivator surnamed Feng fell into the water, the pool water instantly began to boil and churn, and its color changed from clear to an eerie dark green.

It is clearly extremely poisonous!

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from underwater, but quickly faded away.

In just two or three breaths, a rotting corpse floated to the surface.

The protective aura and personal magical artifacts of the cultivator surnamed Feng were as fragile as paper, completely dissolving in the poisonous water.

And at this moment, the "Seven-Colored Lotus" also underwent a terrifying change.

The roots beneath the lotus wriggled and stretched, and then a black snake head with two horns rose from the pool.

The snake's head is topped with a brightly colored, lotus-bud-shaped fleshy crown.

The "Seven-Colored Lotus" just now was actually transformed from this fleshy crown!

"Level 6 demonic beast, Demon-Crowned Serpent!"

The cultivator surnamed Bai's expression changed.

"The Demon-Crowned Serpent? Its demon crown has transformed into the shape of the Seven-Colored Lotus?"

Scarface summoned his natal magic weapon, a Yaksha axe.

However, before the cultivator surnamed Bai could answer, the strange snake opened its blood-red maw and lunged at them.

"Be careful! This snake is extremely venomous; do not try to take it head-on!"

Although the cultivator surnamed Bai's array formation skills were average, he knew more than the others.

With his reminder, the three of them quickly suppressed the demonic crowned serpent through their combined attack.

"You beast! Die!"

After a fierce struggle, Scarface roared and chopped off the snake's head with an axe.

Seeing this, the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the Seven-Colored Lotus is gone, it's not a loss to be able to share the materials from this demon beast.

The storage bag of the deceased cultivator surnamed Feng had already been collected by his old friend, the cultivator surnamed Zhou.

Just as the three were about to break open the demon beast to retrieve its core, a chilling, biting wind swept through the entire hall without warning.

A thick, inky black mist wafted in the wind and quickly filled the entire space!

The churning black mist not only obscured vision but also affected the perception of divine sense.

"Giggle giggle..."

A chilling laugh emanated from the depths of the black mist.

Immediately, a sinister, decaying aura, filled with resentment, pressed down on the three scarred men from all directions.

"What kind of sorcerer is playing tricks here? Show yourself!"

Scarface reacted the fastest, letting out a sharp shout.

The heavy Yaksha axe was already in his hand, its blade covered in an earthy yellow color, clearly preparing an earth-attribute attack.

"What difference does it make to you fools whether they're human or ghost?"

From within the black mist, that sinister voice rang out once more.

His tone was slow and deliberate, full of a playful, cat-and-mouse game.

"Not a single one of the five of them is good; they're a bunch of useless trash."

However, I haven't encountered any living people in a long time, so I'll keep you company and have some fun today!

As soon as he finished speaking, a blurry, distorted, strange figure slowly materialized from the churning black mist.

After the strange figure revealed its true form, it turned out to be the dead cultivator surnamed Feng!

"Old Feng, you're not dead?!"

The cultivator surnamed Zhou was taken aback, calling out his old friend's name with surprise and uncertainty.

"Heh heh heh! Old friend, give me back my storage bag!"

Xuan Gu controlled Old Feng's corpse and lunged at the cultivator surnamed Zhou.

"roar!"

On the other side, the dead Demon Crown Serpent also came back to life, its body emitting black mist as it lunged at Scarface.

For a moment, the three people in the hall were forced to fight their own battles.

"You three little devils, I'm in a very good mood today. How about I spare your lives if you kneel down and beg for mercy?"

The Xuan Gu transformed into a dark, menacing skull shape, exerting pressure on the three of them.

These three early-stage Core Formation cultivators are not only weak, but also lack character.

Startled by his fake Nascent Soul stage aura, their Dao hearts shattered.

"We were unaware of your presence, senior. We were wrong. Please, senior, spare our lives!"

The cultivator surnamed Bai, who was facing the Xuan Gu skull, was the first to kneel down and kowtow, begging for mercy.

"Hehehe, not bad, you're very sensible."

"Pfft!"

A skeletal arm pierced through the dantian of the cultivator surnamed Bai from behind.

His golden core was also held in the palm of the skeletal hand.

Having seized the Golden Core, Xuan Gu turned his attention to the other two.

He wanted to possess these people, but their aptitude was too poor, and he couldn't stand them.

"Hehehe... Another prey has come in. Hopefully, this new one will be of better quality."

Xuan Gu manipulated the black energy, wrapped the disoriented scarred man and the Zhou-surnamed cultivator together, and returned them to the pool.

In a short while, the hall was restored to its original state.

At this moment, Qingfeng and Qing Sanyang, whose faces were covered, slowly appeared at the entrance of the hall.