Above the radiant gold artifacts, there are also magical gold and spiritual gold.
So this is at least a magical artifact?!
Buddhist ritual implements!
Shang Mingyi was excited.
You should know that there are only a handful of magic weapons in the entire Dongxu Kingdom. How could a disciple who hasn't even reached the Martial Spirit level possess such a powerful treasure!
"Hurry up, the ship he's using is at least a magic gold treasure!"
Shang Mingyi's shout quickly drew the attention of the elders, who had been wondering why his cultivation technique was so strange, to the wooden boat in front of them.
A magic weapon of the highest level (or equivalent)?
Their merchants only have one magic weapon; if they had another treasure, their strength would definitely increase significantly!
The five leaped upwards swiftly, ignoring the corrosive nature of the Blood String beneath their feet, and quickly soared onto the Water Cloud Boat. The moment they boarded, they immediately dispersed around Shang Yanting and above him. The immense spiritual power of their Martial Spirit stage disrupted the air, and the swift attacks struck Shang Yanting's crown, heart, neck, abdomen, and brow—five points in total!
Shang Yanting unleashed the Heavenly Sound Sword Technique, stimulating his spiritual power to its extreme; in the narrow space between the boats, only his phantom could be seen.
Seeing that the five people had not yet captured him, Shang Mingyi below shouted in a deep voice and used the pull of the Blood String to suddenly soar upwards.
Bloodstring retracted into his wrist, and a sharp, gust of wind-breaking force gripped Shang Yanting's left shoulder with his five fingers forming a claw. Instantly, Shang Yanting's left shoulder was soaked in blood, and a dark red thorn pierced his brow.
Shang Mingyi was swift, ruthless, and merciless.
The other five elders showed a hint of joy in their eyes. The mission was complete, and the magical artifact beneath their feet was theirs!
Just then, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out.
A golden dragon rose into the air from behind Shang Yanting, treading on crimson mist and glaring angrily, its aura of King Wu's power spreading outwards.
How... could there be a dragon?
Under the dragon's might, the six even forgot to attack, staring at the golden dragon in disbelief.
Shang Yanting was also stunned. He had seen this dragon in the underground palace!
He looked down and suddenly noticed that the raccoon in his arms had its eyes closed, a golden scale on its forehead, and the golden light from its body and scales shone brightly in harmony with the dragon.
roar--!
A dragon's roar resounded, and the golden dragon, carrying vast and boundless spiritual power, charged towards the six people.
In an instant, the five elders were annihilated!
In a panic, Shang Mingyi gathered a layer of blood mist around himself to envelop himself, but the golden dragon still pierced through him. The golden light scorched the dark red mist. Shang Mingyi did not die, but his body began to rot, and he let out painful screams. With each breath, his skin ulcerated like a zombie in a horror movie.
What kind of evil magic is this?
Jia Xitong wanted to do it to Shang Mingyi again, but her spiritual energy was completely drained.
Use the Golden Dragon Scale for five minutes, the price is sleeping for a month!
She suddenly remembered that she hadn't informed Shang Yanting beforehand, "Dear host, about me..."
I can't hold on any longer.
Before Jia Xitong could finish speaking, her soul was forcibly ejected back into Shang Yanting's sea of consciousness and fell into hibernation.
The raccoon's head drooped limply, and the golden dragon scales fell into its arms.
"system?"
"What’s wrong with you?"
Shang Yanting called her name in his sea of consciousness, but her once exceptionally active soul was now as still as a stagnant pool.
He tried for a long time
There was no response whatsoever, as if it had vanished from the world.
As intelligent as Shang Yanting was, thinking of the dragon-shaped figure that had just protected him, he vaguely guessed what had happened to Jia Xitong.
Rumor has it that there is a special profession in mainland China called Summoner.
Summoning powerful creatures comes at a great cost.
What did the system contribute?
Is it fate?
Shang Yanting stood there blankly for a long time, and when he thought of this possibility, his fingers holding the raccoon trembled slightly.
The cold wind whistled through my hair, and the wind seemed to be howling.
A silent, profound sadness spread around.
Until Shang Mingyi's screams grew louder and louder, becoming impossible to ignore.
The skin on his face had almost completely fallen off, revealing the muscles, pupils, bare teeth, and bones underneath. His clothes were also completely soaked, and his body underneath was probably already rotting.
He looked neither human nor ghost.
Shang Yanting looked at the corpses around him, first throwing the five elders off the suspended Water Cloud Boat, and finally leaving only Shang Mingyi.
He slowly drew his sword, the sharp tip pressed against his throat.
Should we kill him?
No, that would be too easy on him.
With two swift strokes, Shang Yanting severed Shang Mingyi's hands and feet.
"Ah! I, the merchant, will not let you get away with this!"
Shang Mingyi, who had been chopped into a human pig, screamed madly.
Shang Yanting stared at Shang Mingyi with icy eyes, his tone extremely cold, "Still don't recognize me? My dear uncle."
Shock, disbelief, fear.
These emotions even surpassed Shang Mingyi's current anguish, "You are Shang..."
He was somewhat afraid to say the last two words.
At the same time, Shang Yanting placed both palms on his crown, and violent spiritual energy rushed into his sea of consciousness.
Shang Mingyi's spiritual power, which had just been defeated by the golden dragon, was unable to protect his sea of consciousness. Instantly, his spiritual power leaked out and his sea of consciousness shattered.
He was crippled.
It's even more complete than a ruin with a broken foundation.
Shang Mingyi stared in horror at the demon, then his eyes and tongue were gouged out and he was thrown from the sky, falling into the corpses.
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Inside Qing Shuang Peak
Shang Yanting searched through all the puppetry manuals and books, but couldn't find a single word about the system.
Only now did he realize how little he knew about it. He didn't even know what the system was, so how could he cure it?
Shang Yanting sat in the room for a long time.
From dusk to late at night.
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