Chapter 616 - 615: Celestial Star Cave Mansion Guide

Chapter 616: Chapter 615: Celestial Star Cave Mansion Guide

Jiang Zuo looked at the two women without saying a word.

Since they were the ones who had sought him out, they surely had a motive.

Sure enough, one of the women said, "Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to sell the Fallen God Grass you have?"

Jiang Zuo remained silent. With a light tap of his finger, an Array Stone flew out and attacked toward the two women without any warning.

The two women were alarmed. The man before them didn’t seem particularly strong, but what they had just witnessed made them deeply wary.

Faced with his sudden attack, they could only reactively defend themselves.

A moment later, they froze. He hadn’t attacked them at all. Instead, he had struck an empty spot beside them.

Their bewilderment instantly turned to terror.

’It’s broken! The life-saving technique our Senior Brother cast on us is broken!’

If he killed them now, they would truly die.

They felt an urge to flee.

Their Senior Brother had told them that this kind of Talent Technique couldn’t be broken by a Tier Seven or even a Tier Eight expert, let alone a Tier Four.

Yet this man... he had shattered it with a single, casual gesture.

’This man is clearly terrifying.’

Jiang Zuo paid the two women no mind, looking instead at the space behind them. "Come out. I have no interest in talking with them."

Indeed, Jiang Zuo had no interest in these two whatsoever.

The one hiding in the shadows, however, was a different story. He was somewhat interested in him.

’He must be the one from back when I fought those sects.’

’An utterly detestable person, his face twisted with savagery and a vicious aura, not to mention his mental Chaos.’

The reason Jiang Zuo found him so detestable was because the man possessed a certain Talent, one that could save others’ lives.

At a critical moment, he could pull someone back from the brink of death.

That Talent had frustrated Jiang Zuo to no end for a very long time.

In the beginning, he couldn’t find any way to counter it.

It was like fighting an opponent who, upon realizing they couldn’t win, could instantly teleport back to their base.

Fighting like that was incredibly unsatisfying.

One must remember that he hadn’t been out of the Ancient Battlefield for long back then; the Evil Qi, viciousness, and his killing intent were still incredibly strong.

Coupled with the fact that the war had already been raging for years, how could he possibly tolerate such frustration?

In the end, risking life and limb, he had finally hunted that guy down. Things were much more satisfying after he killed him.

Even so, he never managed to counter the man’s Talent Magic back then. It was only much later, when his Cultivation was higher, that he finally understood it.

In truth, countering it was simple. One just had to see it, sense it, or know its underlying pattern.

And so, for the Jiang Zuo of today, countering it was exceptionally easy.

’Well, I suppose that makes up for a small regret from my past life.’

As Jiang Zuo’s voice faded, a man emerged from one of the women’s shadows.

The moment he saw the man, Jiang Zuo couldn’t help but frown.

’He’s not quite what I remember.’

The man was still very young. Not only did he lack a vicious aura, but he carried himself with a refined, scholarly air.

The resemblance in his features was there, but his disposition was completely different.

He had been planning to kill this man, but suddenly, Jiang Zuo no longer felt the urge to act.

Since he felt different, there was no need to strike.

So, Jiang Zuo decided to leave.

Seeing Jiang Zuo about to leave, not just the two women, but even the man himself was utterly baffled.

’What’s he doing?’

’Calling someone out just to leave?’

’What does that mean?’

So the man immediately cupped his fist and said, "I am Mu Sansheng, and these are my two junior sisters, Yu Tong and Yu Lin. May I ask who you are, Fellow Daoist?"

Jiang Zuo stopped and looked at Mu Sansheng. "Po Xiao."

Mu Sansheng had never heard the name, but that didn’t lead him to underestimate the man. On the contrary, it made him even more wary, because this person had countered his Talent Technique.

That had never happened before.

Then Mu Sansheng said, "Fellow Daoist, we need the Fallen God Grass to save a life. Would you be willing to part with it?"

Jiang Zuo looked at Mu Sansheng and said calmly, "No."

The two women beside Mu Sansheng grew angry. It wasn’t as if they wouldn’t pay; he could just name a price.

Jiang Zuo then prepared to leave. The Fallen God Grass was the main ingredient for the Celestial Shaping Pill. While it was useless to him now, it might be of great use in the future.

Seeing Jiang Zuo about to walk away, Mu Sansheng spoke once more. "Please, Fellow Daoist, wait. The Fallen God Grass is the only Spirit Grass that can save my young son.

There isn’t much time left. We have no more time to find a second one.

I beg you to grant my request.

If the Fallen God Grass is important to you, but you don’t need it urgently, I am willing to find another one for you, no matter how long it takes."

After speaking, Mu Sansheng gave Jiang Zuo a deep bow.

Although his two junior sisters behind him were indignant, they too lowered their heads.

Jiang Zuo looked at Mu Sansheng, and he remembered. He remembered when he had captured Mu Sansheng.

Mu Sansheng had snarled at him with a savage expression, "They said you killed my son. It was you who killed him. Why did you do it? Why?"

Jiang Zuo hadn’t paid it any mind at the time. Heaven knew who his son was; after all, he had killed so many people back then.

However, in order to figure out how that "recall" Skill worked, Jiang Zuo had specifically searched through Mu Sansheng’s memories.

Although he didn’t get a precise answer, he made an unexpected discovery: Mu Sansheng’s son had died over a hundred years prior.

And Mu Sansheng’s mind had become unstable.

So, Jiang Zuo realized, he had been made a scapegoat.

But the man was dead anyway, so Jiang Zuo didn’t care.

As for being framed, that mattered even less, because all of them had to die anyway.

While Jiang Zuo was lost in his memories, Mu Sansheng saw a glimmer of hope. Although the man hadn’t agreed, he hadn’t refused outright either.

Then, Mu Sansheng acted, pulling a wisp of his Divine Soul from between his eyebrows. He spoke, "This is a sliver of my Divine Soul. If you worry that I won’t keep my promise, Fellow Daoist, you can use it to utterly destroy me, body and soul.

I hope you will sell the Fallen God Grass to me."

Mu Sansheng’s words were utterly sincere.

However, his words terrified his two junior sisters.

"Senior Brother, are you crazy?"

"That’s right, Senior Brother! What if he goes back on his word?"

Mu Sansheng didn’t answer them. He was waiting for Jiang Zuo’s reply.

He understood what his junior sisters were saying.

But he had his own considerations, and no matter how he thought about it, it was a risk.

When it came down to it, it was all about one word: a gamble.

He was gambling that the other man would keep his promise.

And he had to offer his Divine Soul. Only by showing sufficient sincerity would the man even consider selling him the Fallen God Grass.

It was his son’s only hope. To miss this chance was to lose it forever.

He would give more than just a wisp of his Divine Soul; he would willingly die if it meant saving his son.

Jiang Zuo stared at him, silent for a long moment.

Finally, he spoke. "Name your price."

To Mu Sansheng, those words sounded like music from the heavens.

His two junior sisters were overjoyed, but they were also worried the man might go back on his word.

Still, they quickly gathered ten Ninth-Grade Spirit Stones and offered them to Jiang Zuo.

Ten Ninth-Grade stones were, relatively speaking, a massive fortune.

But Jiang Zuo shook his head. "Not enough."

Indeed, compared to the value of a Fallen God Grass, ten Ninth-Grade stones were far from enough.

Mu Sansheng said, "Fellow Daoist, wait. I have many Magical Treasures, and more Spirit Stones..."

Jiang Zuo shook his head, cutting him off. "I have no interest in Magical Treasures, and too many Spirit Stones are meaningless to me. Show me something I might actually value."

Mu Sansheng was stunned. How was he supposed to know what this man would value?

Then, he seemed to think of something.

He took out a book. "Fellow Daoist, what about this Celestial Star Cave Mansion Guide? Will this do?"