A Magic Trick

"Can it move the Saint's Remains?"

After listening to Lu Ban's account, Giant Arm felt somewhat surprised.

Although everyone says that the Saint's Remains still walk on the earth, this is just a metaphor. In most of the legends about the Saint's Remains that Giant Arm has heard, these powerful corpses are mostly lying in coffins, and they will go berserk if someone approaches and disturbs them, or they are imprisoned by something, and once released, they will destroy the world.

The Saint's Remains of others, as Lu Ban described, is truly absurd.

As for Lu Ban, he was also helpless.

Beside the Giant Arm, the "Saint's Remains" dressed in white with pitch-black eyes stood listening to Lu Ban talk about it, nodding and pondering along with the Giant Arm, creating a strangely comical scene.

Lu Ban confirmed that no one else could see this guy except him. If Lu Ban were a crazy person with a problem in his mind, he would probably think that his brain had malfunctioned and something was wrong with him.

But Lu Ban thought he was perfectly normal, so the problem must lie with this guy.

Could it really be as Xiya said, that she is Chosen of the Gods, selected by some unknown god?

This Saint's Remains have taken a liking to mine?

Lu Ban heard a rumble and the earth trembled. They looked out from the building at the city square and could see a huge pit in the center of the square. Another group of Wasteland Hunter were carrying supplies and equipment down there, as if they had discovered something underground.

"Isn't this a bit like Indiana Jones? If it were a movie, we should be discovered by them and then taken down with them. But like this, we can only watch others explore; we can't get in."

As Lu Ban muttered to himself, a sudden inspiration struck him.

"If that's the case, why don't we just show ourselves and go down with them?"

He thought he was incredibly smart.

Anyway, their mission is to find the treasure, and it wasn't said that they necessarily had to rely on themselves. Wouldn't it be simpler to just go and ask for help?

Moreover, Lu Ban had come into contact with the Saint's Remains, so the treasure here might be guarded by that simpleton. He has a lot of leverage.

He exchanged a few words with the three Giant Arm, telling them to hide and leave immediately if anything went wrong. Then, he walked straight into the city square.

In an instant, several crossbows were aimed at them. Lu Ban saw a man whose arms were covered in crystals standing at the entrance of the cave. He was obviously the person in charge here.

Lu Ban did not stop, but continued forward toward the man with the crystallized arm.

Iron Fist, feeling somewhat curious, waved his hand, signaling the wary crossbowmen to lower their weapons.

"Who are you?"

Iron Fist looked the man up and down. Apart from the crowbar on his back, there seemed to be nothing special about him.

"You can call me the clown."

Lu Ban said generously.

"I'm here to discuss a business deal with you."

"Business?"

Iron Fist found it amusing and chuckled.

The man next to him, whose face was half-crystallized, was somewhat annoyed.

"You're definitely not alone. Where are your companions?"

"No need to rush, Faceless."

Iron Fist stopped his men and turned to look at Lu Ban.

"What do you think I need? I have far more information about this place than you do. Don't you find it a bit ridiculous that you come to talk business with me empty-handed? Aren't you afraid I'll just kill you and dump your body in the desert to be eaten by insects?"

He was telling the truth. Iron Fist felt that no one understood these ruins and these civilizations better than him. After all, his city-state considered itself a descendant of this civilization, and the map in his hand was passed down from his ancestors, plus what he had collected in the wasteland.

But now this man is talking about business.

Before seeing the chips, Iron Fist thought the person in front of him really looked like a clown, a jester from the Old Era who used comical actions and performances to please others.

"How about I perform a magic trick for you first?"

Lu Ban casually pulled a small survival knife out of his backpack.

"I will make this knife disappear from your sight."

"What are you up to?"

The half of the face of the man known as the Faceless suddenly changed color, Lu Ban could feel the surrounding air turn cold.

The next moment, he plunged the knife into his left hand, the blade sinking into flesh, and the bone was faintly visible.

Iron Fist was a little confused. Why did this guy start stabbing himself without saying a word?

But when Lu Ban pulled the knife out of his hand, Iron Fist saw that Lu Ban's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, grass was growing in the bloody, deep wound that exposed bone.

"Alright, can we start talking now?"

He smiled.

Iron Fist remained silent for a moment. He had seen some similar healing and recovery abilities, but he had never seen one as outrageous as Lu Ban's.

In the blink of an Kung Fu, the wound had completely disappeared.

He could certainly kill Lu Ban as he had said before, but Iron Fist didn't want to test just how powerful the forces behind someone with such extraordinary regenerative abilities were.

"Tell me about your business."

"It's simple. We'll team up, and when we find the treasure, we'll split it 50/50."

Lu Ban said in a deep voice.

"But I think we can find the treasure without you, unless you have any new information."

Iron Fist spread his hands, showing off his team.

Did you know that the Saint's Remains exist in these ruins?

Lu Ban asked a question.

Iron Fist disagreed; this was information he already knew.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"Do you know that the Saint's Remains are standing right beside you right now?"

Lu Ban asked another question.

"!"

Iron Fist tensed up immediately. He turned around and looked around, but there was nothing there except his own men.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, it really is standing next to you."

Lu Ban pointed to the air next to Iron Fist.

There, the guy in the white shirt was mimicking Iron Fist's movements, looking around like a mischievous brat.

Iron Fist looked in the direction Lu Ban was pointing, but still found nothing.

He glanced at Faceless beside him, who also looked bewildered.

"You had better prove what you're saying."

Iron Fist clenched his fist, which was made of crystal.

"Pure white clothes, long black hair, barefoot, looking like both a man and a woman, with completely black eyes."

Before Lu Ban could finish speaking, Iron Fist took a step closer.

"Is it really here?"

Iron Fist lowered his voice and asked a question.

"I'm here."

Lu Ban glanced at the guy next to Iron Fist, who also moved closer, his head just inches away from Iron Fist's.

"Boss?"

Wumian was somewhat confused.

After a brief moment of thought, Iron Fist quickly reached out his hand towards Lu Ban.

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

"From today onwards, we are comrades!"

Lu Ban gripped the Iron Fist —the hand that was still flesh and blood—and swung it forcefully.

Thank you to "Emperor Yifeng" and "Elderly Chaser of Light" for the 100-coin reward!