Pursuit
Without a word, the old cultivator plunged into the water, and at the same time, a pressure from the Golden Core level pressed down on the two of them.
The moment the pressure touched the seawater, the surrounding water seemed to thicken, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped the nearby sea, choking off the flow of air and seawater.
Xiao Yu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body involuntarily froze on the spot, even the light of his water escape technique dimmed slightly.
Hu Mang felt it more directly; the oppressive aura was like an invisible mountain pressing down on his shoulders. He frowned, about to make a move, but suddenly stopped.
"Friend, the treasures in the Dragon Blood Tide are all about first come, first served. Stealing something from someone else is a bit much."
As the voice rang out, another Golden Core suddenly intervened from the side, like two invisible waves colliding head-on and exploding on the seabed.
The two Golden Core clashed fiercely in the water, causing the seawater at the point of impact to surge violently, forming visible ripples that spread outwards, stirring up the mud and sand on the seabed and turning the surrounding waters into a murky mess.
Xiao Yu felt the pressure that had been suffocating him suddenly ease, as if he had been pulled out of the water. He gasped for breath and moved closer to Old Zhu.
The old cultivator opposite him snorted coldly, clearly not taking Old Zhu's warning to heart; he turned his palm, and a dark light flew out from his sleeve, growing larger as it went.
It was a bowl-shaped Law Treasure, dark bronze in color, with a ring of tiny bone beads inlaid around its edge. It spun in the air, emitting a deep hum. The giant bowl grew larger and larger in the air, expanding from the size of a fist to the size of a house in the blink of an eye. With its mouth facing down, it was aimed at the Flood Dragon Corpse Sha. A powerful suction force surged from the mouth of the bowl, drawing in the surrounding seawater and silt. Under this suction force, the Dragon Corpse Sha's body began to slowly float upwards, moving towards the mouth of the bowl.
Old Zhu's face darkened. Without saying a word, he also pulled out a serrated broadsword. The blade was made from the bones of some unknown Demon Beast, giving it a pale bone color. A row of sharp serrations were arranged on the blade, and a layer of rich Acquired Law Treasure light flowed across the surface of the blade. It was clearly a fine piece that had been carefully refined.
Old Zhu gripped the hilt of his knife, and his figure vanished from his spot in an instant. When he reappeared, he had already traversed a distance of dozens of feet, appearing above the giant bowl that had grown to the size of a house.
He gripped the sword with both hands, let out a roar, and the sword's light surged. A sword beam, seven or eight zhang long, extended from the blade, carrying an aura capable of splitting mountains and cleaving seas, and slammed heavily into the giant bowl.
Clang--!
A dull, metallic clang resounded from the seabed, causing the surrounding seawater to surge violently. Even Xiao Yu, who was standing some distance away, was pushed back several feet by the shockwave. The giant bowl, struck by Old Zhu's blade, emitted a piercing hum, its body trembling violently, the runes on its surface flickering erratically.
However, a treacherous glint suddenly appeared in the old cultivator's eyes. With a flick of his hand, a row of bone needles shot towards Hu Mang and Xiao Yu. The tips of the needles were black, clearly indicating that they were coated with potent poison.
Old Zhu's expression changed, and he immediately turned around, blocking the two of them. He swung his broadsword left and right, seemingly unrestrained, but he accurately knocked away every Root Bone needle.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the old cultivator flicked his right hand and produced another net-like Law Treasure, which directly trapped the Flood Dragon Corpse Sha.
Strangely enough, the Flood Dragon Corpse Sha, which was struggling violently, immediately stopped moving once it was out of the seawater.
Watching the departing Golden Core cultivator, Old Zhu shook his head.
"Let them go; let's go back first and talk about it then."
Xiao Yu nodded quickly, and Hu Mang nodded in return, but part of their shadow disappeared.
"Splash--"
Hu Mang poured his half-full sack of beachcombing catch onto the deck, then took out a Spirit Stone and pretended to adjust it.
The other two crew members on the ship immediately gathered around and started pointing with great interest.
"Spiritual pearls, deep-sea iron sand, and multicolored mother-of-pearl—good heavens, another three or four hundred thousand worth of seafood!"
"Brother Hu, you've struck it rich again this time!"
"We're not far from being able to freely use Spirit Coin!"
Ever since Hu Mang brought back several times more "seafood" than anyone else each time, he was automatically promoted from Little Hu and Old Zhu's friend to Brother Hu.
Sensing Old Zhu's presence, Old Sha also came out of the cabin and asked.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just ran into a Golden Core I didn't recognize and we fought for a bit," Old Zhu said, frowning.
"Not on the list I gave you?"
"Not here."
Old Sha scratched his face, thought for a moment, and said, "It's probably Golden Core cultivator from elsewhere. If he's from one of the Thirty-Six Islands of the Eastern Sea, there's no reason I wouldn't know."
"Maybe."
Neither of them took this accident seriously.
"Let's fish in this area for another hour, then we'll move on to another location."
"Good!"
"Okay, Shark Bro!"
The remaining two responded enthusiastically, and once the Spiritual Qi returned to a safe level, they couldn't wait to set off.
Even Xiao Yu, who had just been nearly killed by Golden Core cultivator, hurriedly took out Spirit Stone and began to enter a deep meditation state.
Although their gains couldn't compare to those of the Hu Mang, the tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands they made at a time drove them completely mad.
Excluding the time spent recovering their Law Power, they made at least twenty round trips in one morning, earning at least a million Spirit Coin.
If you can earn a million in just one morning, then if you work non-stop all day, you can earn at least four million.
Even after deducting the 45% commission, you'd still have two million in hand.
Two million a day, based on the usual time of the Dragon Blood Tide eruption, in seven days, you can earn at least 14 million!
It's worth noting that back then, Hu Mang's "project compensation" was only 200,000 yuan.
Therefore, he does not "sell his body" to earn money for medical treatment by being studied by others.
If one could get all 14 million, as long as they didn't cause any trouble, an ordinary cultivator could basically achieve financial freedom.
No wonder the crew risked their lives to retrieve the cargo; they would have attacked even a Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone Golden Core Nascent Soul.
A once-in-a-decade fortuitous opportunity!
After waiting for another ten minutes or so, the Hu Mang, who had pretended to have been treated, opened its eyes again.
"Wait, your talisman."
Hu Mang looked up and saw that Old Sha's ferocious face barely managed a smile, and he was handing over a small stack of Spirit-Locking Talisman, Breath-Holding Talisman, and Aura-Concealing Talisman.
Clearly, even smugglers will be friendly to anyone who can make them money.
"OK."
Hu Mang nodded, took the talisman, and with a flash, plunged into the water once more.
Previously, he had successfully convinced two Golden Core cultivators that he could stay in the water for longer by using the label of "body refinement cultivator".
He's no longer a man who can't function properly for three minutes, but a god of war for 20 minutes!
Almost as soon as they left the Hidden Boat's line of sight, Hu Mang activated his Heavenly Devil Field to its fullest extent, causing his speed to surge.
His figure left a straight trail of water on the seabed. The shockwaves generated by the high-speed passage of the seawater on both sides violently pushed aside, forming two white walls of water that trailed a long, comet-tail-like trajectory behind him.
As a transmigrator, Hu Mang possesses Golden Core Core-level physical body, Golden Core Core-level cultivation realm, and Golden Core Core-level Law Power.
The only thing he lacked was the Golden Core.
But he possesses the Flower of Essence.
Trying to snatch food from his mouth? Damn it, don't even think about it!
The tracking range of Profound Yin Form Manifestation has an upper limit; it becomes less effective beyond a hundred miles.
However, the eruption range of the Dragon Blood Tide is also limited, especially in the core area.
Using the perception of Profound Yin Form Manifestation, the old cultivator, after capturing the "Flood Dragon Corpse Sha," continued to fish in the area near the core of the Dragon Blood Tide.
The seawater here is no longer that brownish-red turbid liquid, but a kind of almost solidified blood-red gel, which even feels thicker than blood.
Upon reaching this point, the consumption of Law Power increases to such an extent that even Golden Core cultivator cannot sustain it for long.
No wonder this old cultivator used to fly on the surface of the sea; if he were underwater, the energy expenditure would be even more staggering.
Upon arriving here, Hu Mang had no intention of keeping a low profile. With the Sea Yaksha mask around him, the Demonic Qi and shadows formed by the Heavenly Devil Field rushed directly towards his opponent.
The old monk seemed to be struggling with a reef.
Upon seeing the demonic light emanating from the Hu Mang, the old cultivator clearly showed a look of astonishment.
"Fellow Daoist of the Holy Cult, which faction do you belong to?--"
"Holy my ass!"
The Hu Mang's eyes gleamed with demonic light, and a gigantic black hand formed from condensed Profound Yin Qi appeared out of thin air. Its five fingers were spread out, each as thick as an adult's thigh, and the tips of its fingers were wrapped in gray-black Profound Yin Devil Fire. With an aura that seemed capable of crushing mountains, it slammed down on the old cultivator's head.
Wherever the black palm passed, the surrounding Spiritual Qi was forcibly pushed aside, forming a brief vacuum zone. Even the surrounding sea surface was pressed down several inches by the palm wind.
It is the Profound Yin One Qi Great Capture!
The old cultivator's expression changed drastically. In his haste, he only had time to take out the giant alms Law Treasure he had been carrying earlier and toss it above his head. The giant alms bowl expanded in the wind, transforming into the size of a house. With its mouth facing upwards, it blocked the space between him and the giant black hand. A layer of dark bronze light rose from the mouth of the bowl, enveloping him within it.
Boom--!
The old cultivator was smashed directly into the seawater, and the giant bowl was covered in cracks.
Although both are Devil Cultivation Method, the Devil Cultivation Method of the Azure Mysterious Realm are far stronger than Devil Cultivation Method overseas. Ordinary Law Treasure were almost shattered by this attack.
The old monk shot out from the seabed once more, spitting blood as he fled.
"Fellow Daoist, which faction do you belong to? We've come here on important matters of the Holy Cult. Let's avoid internal strife and allow outsiders to benefit."
"Then stop, let's have a proper talk."
"Fellow Daoist, please don't joke around. Why don't you stop for a moment, and I'll invite my Holy Son out to have a chat with you?"
While relentlessly pursuing the enemy, Hu Mang secretly formed Buddhist hand seals, and the phantom of Wisdom King Aizen appeared and disappeared within the Heavenly Devil Field.