Huang Fugui had a clear understanding of himself. His strong suit was running away. He knew Wang Changsheng looked down on him, but he still worried that Wang Changsheng would use him as cannon fodder to investigate the Restrictions of the Burial Demon Icefield.
He had spent a long time searching and had nearly died several times before discovering the corpse of a Nascent Soul Cultivator and obtaining a fortune in possessions.
"When I attempted to enter the Spirit Transformation Stage, you also helped protect me during the process. I'm giving you this Mystic Sun Umbrella."
Wang Changsheng flipped his palm, and with a flash of yellow light, a yellow umbrella over three feet long appeared in his hand. Runes flickered across its surface.
Huang Fugui's eyes lit up. He had quite a few Magic Treasures and wasn't lacking a defensive Magic Treasure, but even a mosquito's leg was meat. Huang Fugui had been frightened poor. Let alone a defensive Magic Treasure—even if someone gave him a Talisman Treasure, he wouldn't refuse.
"Senior Wang, you're too kind. This is what this junior ought to do."
Huang Fugui's face was full of ingratiating smiles as he accepted the Mystic Sun Umbrella.
"I heard my wife say that you entered the depths of the Burial Demon Icefield on a treasure hunt. Can you tell me about the situation in its depths? If we find anything good, I definitely won't treat you unfairly."
Wang Changsheng asked amiably. He knew Huang Fugui's personality. Without giving him some benefit, that fellow wouldn't work hard.
Huang Fugui took a three-zhang-long and three-zhang-wide piece of azure beast hide from his robes. It bore a Terrain Map, with some areas marked by red dots, some by green dots, and some by black dots.
"This junior spent more than