Chapter 1126: Chemical God Yin Corpse

Jiang Fan was somewhat surprised that Zong Chaosheng had managed to seek help from the Asura tribe. With a language barrier, how had they managed to cooperate? Could it be that Zong Chaosheng also knew the Hellish language? If so, he had truly underestimated Zong Chaosheng. He himself had spent a great deal of effort to get Huaxin to teach him the Hellish language.

Hearing Zong Chaosheng's impolite tone, Jiang Fan naturally did not maintain a polite demeanor. "If you can do it, why can't I?"

Zong Chaosheng frowned deeply. Regardless of how Jiang Fan had connected with the Asura tribe, having a native guide meant he had an opportunity to infiltrate the Black Sun Royal Court for reconnaissance. For such intelligence, credit would undoubtedly go to whoever accurately gathered it first. He needed to find a way to hinder Jiang Fan and his group.

His eyes darted around, and he immediately began communicating with Jiuxiang. Using awkward Hellish language combined with gestures, he repeated himself several times before Jiuxiang finally understood his meaning. "Are you saying we should use a trick to trap him?" she asked. "What do you have in mind?" The two engaged in another difficult exchange.

Zong Chaosheng wasn't afraid of Jiang Fan knowing, as he assumed Jiang Fan wouldn't understand what he was saying. As for Chief Mingye, he understood, but might not be able to stop them. "This Jiang Fan is a greedy fellow," Zong Chaosheng explained. "Elder, pretend to give him an enchanted incense bead. He definitely won't refuse. The moment his hand touches it, the bead will activate and instantly knock him unconscious!"

Zong Chaosheng knew this because they themselves had been caught in the same trap and brought back to Wanxiang Village. Even Nascent Soul cultivators with seven apertures couldn't resist its incapacitating effect. Jiang Fan, needless to say, would be even more susceptible.

Jiuxiang had to hear it several times before she finally understood Zong Chaosheng's intent. She hesitated slightly. An enchanted incense bead was not something to be casually given away. However, considering her cooperation with Zong Chaosheng, she reluctantly took out a blood-red bead and handed it to Jiang Fan, saying, "This is for you, young man." Fearing Jiang Fan might not understand, she even offered a benevolent smile.

What puzzled her was this: she had expected Mingye, who surely understood the plan, to quickly come forward and interfere. Instead, Mingye simply stood at a distance, arms crossed, struggling to suppress his laughter. He had adopted the demeanor of someone watching a show. This left Jiuxiang completely bewildered.

Then, quick as lightning, Jiang Fan produced a jade box and swiftly put the enchanted incense bead from her palm into it. He then quickly closed the box and, with lightning speed, tossed it into his spatial storage device. Only then did a smile appear on his face as he said, in perfect Hellish language: "Knocked out with just a touch of the hand? This is good stuff, thanks. However, next time you plan to scheme against me, please do it behind my back. Discussing how to trick me right in front of me makes me quite awkward."

Jiuxiang's old eyes widened in surprise. "You also know the Hellish language?" she exclaimed. Jiang Fan's authentic Hellish language was clearly ten times better than Zong Chaosheng's. The thought of her and Zong Chaosheng discussing a scheme against someone right in front of them made her old face flush with embarrassment.

Beside them, Mingye could no longer hold back and burst into laughter: "Chief Jiuxiang, are you so embarrassed that your toes could claw a hole through the heavens? You actually thought of scheming against young friend Jiang? Even the Stone Giant King cursed him after being tricked! And you, you discussed scheming against him right to his face! Hahaha! I'll be able to laugh at you for a hundred years, hahaha!"

Jiuxiang's old face burned crimson with shame and vexation. She glared fiercely at Jiang Fan: "You know the Hellish language, why didn't you say so earlier?" Jiang Fan shrugged. "You never asked!"

Jiuxiang couldn't bear to stay any longer. With a wave of her hand, she enveloped everyone in dark energy and angrily declared: "Then let's see who gets to the Black Sun Royal Court first!" She vowed to regain her dignity today, no matter what! Even if it wasn't for Zong Chaosheng's deal, she wanted to beat that little rascal Jiang Fan and make him cry out in frustration!

Mingye dared not delay. He decisively summoned a cloud of dark energy and said in a deep voice, "That old woman is enraged with humiliation. We need to speed up." Jiang Fan and the others immediately jumped onto the dark cloud. No matter how fast they were individually, they likely couldn't match the speed of a Nine-Aperture Asura. Two streaks of air-splitting sound followed one another, both heading towards the Black Sun Royal Court.

Jiuxiang and Mingye were comparable in cultivation, so their speeds were evenly matched. The competition would come down to who could last longer. Jiuxiang turned her head and sneered: "Chief Mingye, pushing yourself so hard, aren't you afraid of depleting all the dark energy in your belly? Conserve some. Look at your physique; even a skinny monkey is plumper than you."

Mingye was incensed. This was a direct personal attack! "You old hag, you talk as if you're so rich!" he retorted. "The dark energy resources in that secret realm have long been almost depleted by your village. I don't believe you can continuously replenish your dark energy." Jiuxiang chuckled. "That's still enough to leave you far behind. Just prepare to eat my dust!"

Then, she glared at Jiang Fan. "You little brat! When you start crying later, remember to do it loudly!" Jiang Fan shook his head. "You won't get a chance to hear it." He took out a thick, black, and long radish and tossed it to Mingye. "Just keep moving, I'll provide the dark energy." Mingye was overjoyed and instantly felt full of confidence. With a continuous supply of dark energy vegetables, what was there to worry about?

Jiuxiang, with her unusually keen sense of smell, instantly caught a scent that the Asura tribe of the Heavenly Realm found irresistible. She whipped her head around, her old eyes flashing with brilliant light. "Hellish vegetables, unique to our Underworld?" she exclaimed in shock. "Boy, where did you get these? Can you sell some to me?" Jiang Fan nodded. "Yes." Before Jiuxiang could react with delight, Jiang Fan added, "Show me you crying, then." Jiuxiang gnashed her old teeth. She glared fiercely at Jiang Fan. The elegant demeanor she had maintained for years was slowly deserting her.

Jiang Fan then said: "Or, if you manage to shake off that Zong Chaosheng fellow, I can also sell them to you." Hearing this, Jiuxiang huffed, "I am not that kind of person! Don't think you can bribe me so easily!" After saying that, she turned her head and said to Zong Chaosheng: "Young Master Zong, can you descend on your own?"

A vein throbbed on Zong Chaosheng's forehead. He clenched his fist and shouted, "Jiang Fan!" He then quickly turned to Jiuxiang and said, "Elder, don't forget our deal!" Jiuxiang then remembered. Wanxiang Village would need the protection of a powerful sect once they reached the Central Plains. She reluctantly resisted the allure of the radish and continued on their way.

The two parties chased each other until finally, two days later. As they neared the Black Sun Royal Court, Jiuxiang's dark energy was exhausted, and she was quickly overtaken by Mingye, who then left her far behind. Seeing that all was lost, Zong Chaosheng gritted his teeth in frustration. "Jiang Fan! Why do you have to snatch everything from me?"

Jiuxiang's face was full of shame. But then she thought of something, sniffed lightly, and said with uncertainty: "Young Master Zong, you won't be getting the Black Sun Royal Court's intelligence. How about I take you to find that Soul Transformation Yin Corpse instead?" The gloom on Zong Chaosheng's face cleared, and he asked in surprise, "It's still there?" His goal for this reconnaissance mission was the first-place reward: a top-grade spirit artifact. But bringing back a Soul Transformation stage Yin Corpse would surely be even more valuable than a top-grade spirit artifact, wouldn't it? "Why bother with reconnaissance then?" Overjoyed, he said, "Excellent, excellent! Let that conceited fellow handle the thankless task. Quickly, take me to the Soul Transformation Yin Corpse!"

In the distance, Mingye noticed Jiuxiang had changed direction. After a brief thought, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Young friend, this isn't good. They're going to look for that Soul Transformation Yin Corpse. How about we go snatch the corpse first, then head to the Royal Court?" A glint flashed in Jiang Fan's eyes. "Not a good idea," he said. "That Soul Transformation Yin Corpse isn't so easy to get." He hadn't forgotten what the Nine-Aperture Giant had said before it died. The ancient giants had long known about their arrival this time. If that were the case, would the ancient giants simply watch such a valuable Soul Transformation Yin Corpse be taken back by people from the Central Plains? There must be an ambush by the ancient giants near the Soul Transformation Yin Corpse, waiting for Central Plains martial artists to walk straight into their trap.

"I hope they don't encounter giants from whom there's no escape," Jiang Fan silently thought.