With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 641 - 557: Fist Intent of Lava, Inheritance of the Corrupted!
The volcanic ash trembles and falls.
He understands the value of this coral in his heart.
Even outside, it’s possible to buy it for a price similar to that of a fourth-grade Grandmaster’s Divine Weapon.
But ultimately, it’s not something discovered by oneself. Worldly possessions should be overlooked, as it’s the foundation of the Buddhist Sect’s practice to break through illusions and attain freedom.
Master Liaohai’s robe is reflected scarlet by the magma, his expression showing no signs of greed or anger.
He is not a reclusive Ascetic Monk in a mountain temple; he understands social dynamics.
Seeing Meng Chuan being polite, he also waved his hand, saying:
"No need, humble monk didn’t exert much effort, it would be shameful to accept it."
"We’ve harvested plenty this time, I too borrowed some of Master Liaohai’s luck."
"This..."
"Don’t refuse, it’s a command from the captain."
There’s no point in squabbling, not even two billion or twenty billion can buy this crimson coral.
It’s something with price but no market.
Liaohai was stunned for a moment, seeing Meng Chuan say so, he didn’t refuse anymore.
After expressing gratitude, he took the lead in ascending.
Liaohai’s face was filled with joy.
This expedition down the volcano with Meng Chuan was truly a bountiful gain.
"Let’s go, these three sneaky monks must be anxious."
If they find out our harvest, they’ll probably drool."
Meng Chuan also laughed and said:
"Well, there’s nothing we can do, they’re just not capable enough to come down."
As for the three monks waiting outside the volcano, Meng Chuan doesn’t intend to share with them.
They haven’t seen it, so they don’t get a share...
In a short while, the two of them slowly surfaced, seeing daylight again.
The path was only filled with dark red magma, with no other obstacles.
Even common Celestial Demons would find it difficult to survive in such extreme environments.
Meng Chuan and Liaohai climbed to the volcano’s mouth and descended along the path.
After they left, the volcano’s mouth returned to silence again.
If listened closely, only the bubbling sound of magma flowing between crevices echoed occasionally.
After a few moments, a bulge suddenly formed on the magma’s surface.
As the magma was gathered by some unknown force, it grew larger and larger.
Then, this massive bulge exploded, casting a large shadow in a fan shape, and magma scattered everywhere.
Almost half an hour later, the depression it caused was slowly smoothed by the surrounding flowing magma...
...
The three monks at the mountain’s base saw the two returning and hurried to greet them.
"Liaohai, Donor Meng, how did it go?"
"Any harvest, did you find that mural?"
Liaohai raised an eyebrow, reaching to shake the cloth bag at his waist, laughing:
"The captain and I, the harvest is not just that mural!"
A bird beak and half of the red crystal from the cave’s top.
This crystal is also good stuff; Meng Chuan took half to set up his treasure place, leaving the rest for Liaohai to sell.
"Amitabha—Buddha Lord..."
Liao Chen’s throat rolled, his fat hand just about to touch the crystal surface.
Seeing Liao Chen’s clumsy hand reaching out, he quickly rolled his hand to speedily retract all the items.
"Is there a bird’s nest under the magma?"
Liao Yuan moved closer curiously, when searching earlier, there was no bird smell...
"Below there’s a fissure, it’s the Flame Giant’s nest. The two of us killed a Firebird Great Demon, probably its mate."
"?? Are you serious?"
Hearing what Liaohai said, the expressions of several people stiffened.
In their minds, a picture emerged involuntarily: a Flame Giant with a bird...
What nonsense...
Liaohai smirked:
"Spiritual connection isn’t allowed?"
He had learned Meng Chuan’s line of reasoning...
Listening to their nonsense, Meng Chuan swept with a fist wind to clear an area.
Taking the rock wall with bizarre patterns out, placing it flat on the ground.
Liao Chen squatted down to study it for a long time, his pair of bean-sized eyes pondered back and forth without figuring anything out.
Standing up, looking puzzled:
"This is the mural you were talking about? You previously said this thing could lead to a Divine Temple, truly a remarkable person!"
Hearing Liao Chen’s boasting, Meng Chuan felt a bit embarrassed:
"... The mural I saw earlier wasn’t this abstract.
The Demon Nest is different, the mural skill varies."
"So, what did you and Liaohai notice?"
Liao Qing walked over, glanced and asked.
He didn’t understand either; the meaning expressed by these strange lines was truly perplexing.
Meng Chuan squatted down, pointed to those lines, and repeated the speculation he made with Liaohai, hoping everyone could brainstorm.
Listening to their analysis, the expressions of the three monks changed occasionally.
Liao Chen squinted his eyes, his face almost on the mural, barely grasping a bit.
"The Buddha Lord agrees with Donor Meng’s idea, those points are light.
Among Immortals and Buddhas is the magic stain [Buddha], the Arhat part can’t be certain."
Liao Yuan’s mouth twitched:
"Isn’t that a bit of a stretch..."
"Why don’t you climb up and sniff, see if you can find something the same?"
Liao Yuan was furious:
"Fat monk, you really think I’m a dog? What can I smell from this, there’s no living energy."
Meng Chuan felt a headache, these two were arguing again.
"Stop arguing, just search according to the previously agreed plan route.
I estimate most of the Great Demon’s nests have this kind of mural. Master Yuan leads the way, we’ll continue onwards."
After speaking, he first collected the rock wall, leading the way forward.
The three monks weren’t much help.
Together, they couldn’t even match half of Master Liaohai...
No matter how this mural is portrayed, the harvest of the two from the volcano is tangible.
Liao Chen hastened forward, taking the initiative:
"No matter if it’s a mountain of knives or sea of fire, the Buddha Lord will risk his life to go down next time."
Liao Qing also joined:
"Humble monk too."
Liao Yuan was the most anxious:
"I guide you, can’t get nothing in return, right?
