Chapter 1453: Thick-Skinned Huang Fugui

Dai Ren personally came to offer such generous terms. If Wang Changsheng refused, the Myriad Swords Sect would surely make things difficult for the Wang family in the future.

Anyway, with the Elder of the Divine Weapon Palace leading the team and the participation of the demon race, the danger shouldn't be too great. What was tricky was that the Burial Immortal Sea sporadically erupted with Spirit-nullifying Qi, which was far more potent than the natural magnetic fields.

If trapped by the Spirit-nullifying Qi, cultivators would become like mortals, completely devoid of spiritual power, unable even to abstain from grain.

The combination of Spirit-nullifying Qi and natural magnetic fields earned the Burial Immortal Sea its ominous reputation.

Wang Changsheng couldn't refuse and could only agree, simply intending to use this opportunity to ask for more resources.

As a dual cultivator of both magic and body, he required significantly more cultivation resources than other Nascent Soul cultivators. His supply of fourth-tier Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Water had run out, and relying solely on his clansmen to collect it would make it difficult to gather enough to cultivate to the late Nascent Soul stage.

As one of the Ten Great Sects of the South Sea, the Myriad Swords Sect surely possessed a considerable amount of Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Water.

"Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Water? How much do you need? If it's too much, we won't be able to provide it. This kind of material grows naturally and is essential for both alchemy and artifact refining," Dai Ren said, sounding a bit troubled, fearing Wang Changsheng would make an exorbitant demand.

"Surely you can produce ten thousand catties!"

Dai Ren gave a wry smile. After bargaining with Wang Changsheng, he agreed to provide six thousand catties of Jade Lotus True Water.

The Myriad Swords Sect had a secret location, the Jade Lotus Cave, which produced fourth-tier Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Water. This water, named Jade Lotus True Water, offered certain enhancement effects for both artifact refining and alchemy.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, if there's nothing else, let's head to the Burial Immortal Sea immediately. Huang Fugui has already gone, and cultivators from other sects will also be rushing there," Dai Ren urged.

"Fellow Daoist Dai, please wait a moment. I need to handle some minor affairs."

Wang Changsheng informed Wang Mengfen of his whereabouts and sent a sound transmission talisman to Wang Ruyan, dispatching someone to the Northern Frontier to ask Wang Qingshan to return to the South Sea.

He didn't know how long he would be gone for this trip to the Burial Immortal Sea, so it was safer to have Wang Qingshan presiding over Qinglian Island. After all, many clan members were currently attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, including Wang Qingjing, Wang Huaxing, Wang Qingling, and Ye Haitang. Qinglian Island absolutely could not afford any mishaps.

In addition, he sent someone to greet Guangdong Ren, asking him to take extra care of Qinglian Island and to prioritize its protection if any trouble arose.

After attending to these matters, Wang Changsheng and Dai Ren set off for the Burial Immortal Sea.

In the Burial Immortal Sea, on a certain desolate island, more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators stood on a low mound. Huang Fugui was among them.

Huang Fugui was a coward, but he was reliable in handling affairs; otherwise, the Ten Great Sects wouldn't have dispatched their members to gather in the Burial Immortal Sea.

The high-ranking officials of the Ten Great Sects had long analyzed that escaping into one of the Seven Great Perilous Lands was Zhou Sihong's wisest choice to evade pursuit. Centuries ago, a specter had possessed a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Ouyang family and fled into the Fallen Immortal Ice Plain, thereby eluding capture.

"Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Shen, I encountered Zhou Sihong right here that day. He was already severely wounded. If his safety hadn't been crucial to the peace of the South Sea cultivation world, I would have rushed out and fought him for three hundred rounds! Cultivators of our generation should consider the well-being of all living beings in the South Sea cultivation world, don't you agree?" Huang Fugui said with a hint of pride, pointing to where he had hidden that day, his heart filled with secret delight.

The Ten Great Sects of the South Sea had offered a reward of fifty million spirit stones for Zhou Sihong's capture. Huang Fugui had only reported the information, so he naturally wouldn't receive the full fifty million spirit stones, but he was certainly eligible for several million. To secure more benefits, he publicly claimed that Wang Changsheng had repeatedly urged him to search for Zhou Sihong, and that he had suffered severe injuries as a result, using this excuse to demand greater rewards.

"Well said, Fellow Daoist Huang! How about this: when the time comes, you can go in with Fellow Daoist Wang and the others to search for Zhou Sihong. Your escape speed is quite fast, so you can report back to us. How does that sound?" Shen Wenbin said with a mocking smile and a look of disdain.

Shen Wenbin had long heard that there was a shameless Nascent Soul cultivator named Huang Fugui in the Eastern Wilderness, but he had been somewhat skeptical. Upon meeting him in person, he found himself utterly speechless.

Huang Fugui simply didn't care about his reputation; he probably didn't even understand the meaning of "shamelessness."

After they arrived at their destination, Huang Fugui continuously boasted about his greatness, detailing how much he had sacrificed, endured, and been injured in his search for Zhou Sihong. According to Huang Fugui, he had disregarded his own life and death to tirelessly search for Zhou Sihong for the sake of the South Sea cultivation world's safety.

If it had just been these boasts, it might have been tolerable, but Huang Fugui openly demanded healing elixirs and artifacts from them, making him, without a doubt, the most shameless cultivator Shen Wenbin had ever encountered.

Huang Fugui's expression hardened, and he spoke with an air of righteousness: "I certainly have that intention, but when I was searching for Zhou Sihong in the Myriad Ghost Sea years ago, I suffered severe injuries that haven't fully healed to this day. My spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak. However, I have no regrets; what are a few injuries compared to the well-being of the South Sea's inhabitants? If only I had some healing elixirs, I could recover more quickly." As he finished speaking, he looked at the other Nascent Soul cultivators, who all averted their gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes.

"Enough, Fellow Daoist Huang. You'll certainly get your share of benefits once Zhou Sihong is eliminated. Rest for a while and wait for the other fellow Daoists to arrive!" Li Tianyang said with a frown. Huang Fugui had been bragging about his achievements so incessantly that Li Tianyang's ears were practically numb.

This fellow wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted.

"Of course. When Fellow Daoist Wang asked for my help, he gave me a defensive artifact. Am I the kind of person who is greedy for wealth? I righteously refused, I..." Before Huang Fugui could finish speaking, Shen Wenbin, unable to bear it any longer, threw a shimmering yellow command flag to him and said, "Fellow Daoist Huang, can you please be quiet for a moment now?"

Huang Fugui's eyes lit up. He agreed enthusiastically and accepted the yellow command flag.

Li Tianyang took out a blue sheepskin scroll, more than ten zhang in size, which contained a partial map of the Burial Immortal Sea. Unfortunately, no one possessed a complete map of the area, and with the natural magnetic fields of the Burial Immortal Sea, even a demon-seeking compass might not be enough to locate Zhou Sihong.

Deep within the Burial Immortal Sea, on a certain desolate island.

In an underground cave, Zhou Sihong sat cross-legged on the ground, with the Blood Demon Blade placed beside him. His entire body was enveloped in a shroud of black energy.

After a while, the black energy dissipated, and Zhou Sihong opened his eyes. A touch of color returned to his pale face.

"There's a natural magnetic field here that can interfere with spiritual sense and tracking artifacts. I should be able to shake off those fellows now. I'll recuperate for twenty years, then I'll come out and settle scores with you all," Zhou Sihong muttered to himself, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Strictly speaking, if his clone hadn't entered the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda and obtained the Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure, attracting the covetous gaze of other Nascent Soul cultivators, he wouldn't have exposed his identity. However, it was precisely because of the Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure that he was able to break out of encirclement time and again.