A Clash of Auras

Hanyu wasn't a fool. There was no way a windfall like this would simply fall into his lap.

Usually, getting Su Xiaoxiao to cough up a hundred or so spirit stones was like asking for his life.

Muzi Li had put up such a huge stake this time. It couldn't possibly be just to get Hanyu to go with him.

"You're not a fool!"

Muzi Li didn't deny it. Instead, he nodded with a smile.

Hanyu wasn't surprised. He simply watched Muzi Li closely, wondering what kind of mess he was going to be made to take the blame for this time.

Sure enough, Muzi Li slowly began to speak. The moment he did, Hanyu knew just how hot those four hundred stones were.

Last time, he'd only had to change his story. This time was even more outrageous.

Muzi Li spoke slowly. "My foolish junior brother did something that could get him killed."

If Muzi Li was calling it something that could get someone killed, then it must be extremely tricky—or something even Muzi Li couldn't handle himself.

Hanyu suddenly felt the urge to return the stones.

"It's too late!"

The Artifact Spirit waved its hands bitterly in the Sea of Consciousness, showing that it was empty-handed.

It had wanted to warn Hanyu just now. That bottle didn't need to be fed this time at all. The moment the stones came in, it had sucked them all up by itself.

It hadn't left even a single chance.

The Artifact Spirit had planned to negotiate with the bottle before handing over the stones. They should at least have bargained or something.

If Hanyu's Sea of Consciousness kept being strengthened, he'd be dead sooner or later.

But as soon as the stones entered his Sea of Consciousness, they were all devoured.