My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 219 - : Invincible Below the Golden Core – The Skin of Cold Jade, The Bones of Glazed Glass
This 𝓬ontent is taken from 𝐟𝐫𝗲𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗯𝗻𝐨𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝐨𝗺
Chapter 219: Invincible Below the Golden Core – The Skin of Cold Jade, The Bones of Glazed Glass
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“What is it?”
Lu Xuan asked, curious.
The Mayor stood up, went inside, and brought out a dented iron box. Inside the box was a cubic metal block, about the size of a longan fruit.
“I got this from a wilderness hunter,” the Mayor explained, holding the metal block in his palm. “As for its use, it… Can emit light.”
The Mayor pinched the metal block between two fingers and shook it three times. A scraping metallic sound was heard as the cube rapidly transformed. Technological patterns emerged on its surface, and the entire block extended outwards in a ring.
At the center of the block, a hole the size of an eyeball appeared. The Mayor tapped it on the table, and a blindingly bright light burst forth from the “eyeball. ”
The light was intense, brighter than a strong flashlight.
“This thing doesn’t need charging… at least there are no visible ports on it. I originally exchanged it to use as a searchlight for the town,” the Mayor said. “But now that we have better lighting equipment, it’s no longer needed.” He tapped the metal block again, turning off the light.
“You might find someone who knows its worth in the city,” he suggested. free(w)ebnovel.com
“So, the Mayor wants to trade our gun for a flashlight?” Lu Xuan said.
The Mayor of Huangyan Town, unabashed, replied, “Well, who knows, this thing might actually be a treasure? Besides, it’s not the only thing we’re trading. We don’t have much food in town…”
After a brief telepathic discussion, Cheng Lingzhu spoke up: “Alright, we’ll do it. We’ll trade for the canned meat and include this thing as well… It could be useful for lighting at night.”
“Great, I’ll have someone fetch the goods from the storehouse right away…” the Mayor beamed with joy.
Yellowstone Town had accommodations specifically for scavengers.
It was a relatively spacious yard located on the eastern side of the town.
Not far from there was a guard post, with armed townspeople patrolling the area.
Though ostensibly for protection, it was actually to keep an eye on these outsiders, as the townspeople of Yellowstone Town were still wary of them. “Gu Ying and her brother have an arrangement with the Black Dragon Stronghold not to spend the night in Yellowstone Town. They plan to leave tonight and rendezvous with their contacts to report on the town’s situation to the chief of the Black Dragon Stronghold,” Lu Xuan lay on an old-fashioned rattan chair, deciding to stand up the chief of the Black Dragon Stronghold.
The accommodations provided by Yellowstone Town for scavengers were not great, dirty and unkempt. He cleaned up two rattan chairs to at least have somewhere decent to sit.
“We can wait here and see what the people from the Black Dragon Stronghold are up to,” he suggested.
Cheng Lingzhu nodded in agreement.
That night, at the gate of the Black Dragon Stronghold, several figures waited.
“It’s been over half an hour; why haven’t those two shown up yet?” the chief of the Black Dragon Stronghold frowned.
“Big brother, could something have happened?” asked the stronghold’s strategist, “White Paper Fan,” a slight figure peeking out.
“How could it? Just a couple of scavengers, what trouble could they possibly get into?” the chief pondered with a furrowed brow. “Even if they got into a conflict, with the ruthless nature of those siblings and the firepower on their truck, others would be the ones at a disadvantage…”
“Should we send someone to check?” suggested the strategist.
The chief thought it impractical to search in the dark. He was about to rebuke when a young voice emerged from the shadows:
“Let’s wait a bit longer.”
“Yes,” the chief immediately fell silent and lowered his head, not daring to speak further.
Yet, he couldn’t help but glance sideways.
Covering a well-proportioned figure was a broad Daoist robe made of a special material. The bundle of cybernetic fibers at the back of the head formed a Daoist bun, emitting a faint light, highlighting the porcelain-white skin.
The chief of the Black Dragon Stronghold didn’t dare to look higher, but he knew that face was as perfect as an artwork.
The two Foundation Building cultivators arrived at the Black Dragon Stronghold three days ago.
Their unexpected arrival instilled fear in the chief, uncharacteristic of a bandit leader.
The Black Dragon Stronghold was a notorious local outlaw force. Including the chief, there were five Qi Refining cultivators with implanted neural circuits and chips on the mountain.
But just one glance from one of the visitors rendered all five unable to control their bodies—
Undoubtedly, this was a highly skilled Soul Capturing Technique. The two Foundation Building cultivators announced their overwhelming strength with a grandiose entrance.
However, there were still foolhardy underlings in the stronghold who foolishly attempted to resist these cybernetic deities with their mere natural human bodies.
The machine gun’s mouth spat fire, and steel-core bullets flew out, but the cultivators didn’t even need to dodge, deflecting the bullets with a flick of their fingers.
The chief, lying paralyzed, saw clearly that the seemingly fragile white skin was actually made of a special type of ceramic, both tough and flexible. At the moment the bullet touched the skin, a faint electric light flashed, hardening the skin immensely.
In fact, most of the bullets were deflected by the Foundation Building cultivators’ Guardian Treasure Clothes. The ricocheting bullets caused more harm to the inhabitants of the stronghold than to the uninvited guests.
With just the tips of their fingers, they could withstand the impact of bullets… Without a doubt, the bones of these Foundation Building cultivators must have been replaced as well.
The chief, with a chip implanted at the back of his head, quickly analyzed this. This realization sent a chill down his spine.
Ordinary Foundation Building cultivators merely replaced their muscles with synthetic fibers that were more explosive and resilient..
