novelapdf Chapter 277 A Must-Read for Macho Men: The Shura Field
Chapter 277 A Must-Read for Macho Men: The Shura Field
The group sat around the campfire and began to unpack these unknown blind boxes.
Yu Jianhuan flipped her hand and pulled out a complete set of excellent spirit beast leather armor from a storage bag covered in mud.
She held the leather armor in her hands and played with it gently, her eyes and brows revealing undisguised pride.
She didn't forget to glance at Qin Wanzhuang out of the corner of her eye, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.
"This beast hide armor not only has amazing defensive capabilities, but it also fits the body quite well, and it looks much better than some people's stiff and tight-fitting clothes."
Qin Wanzhuang was using a purifying talisman to cleanse her sword without even raising her head.
"Fancy armor only affects the speed of sword strikes; you only need to rely on these external items to save your life when you are not strong enough."
Yu Jianhuan was taken aback by those words, rolled her eyes coquettishly, and was too lazy to argue with this sword cultivator anymore.
Jin Qiaoqiao then pulled out a demon core of decent quality from a pile of foul-smelling junk.
She calmly grasped it in her palm and absorbed it quietly using a secret technique of the demon race.
This item was better than nothing for her recovery from injuries sustained during her transformation period, and it was a small surprise.
Su Qingying's cold face showed no emotion as she pulled a broken sword riddled with nicks from her bag.
She weighed the broken sword in her hand, then turned to look at her own clear, jade-green sword.
She then threw it back into the junkyard with a look of disgust, her brows furrowing slightly.
"These defective products are so bad that they take up too much space to even start a fire. The wealth of those righteous cultivators is truly meager."
Lin Miaoyin was quite lucky; she found a pot of unknown spiritual wine that emitted a strange medicinal fragrance.
Just as she was about to uncork the wine to smell its aroma, Xie Buci, with lightning-fast reflexes, used his spiritual power to snatch the wine away from her.
The wine pot landed steadily in Xie Buci's palm, becoming his prize.
"Junior sister is recovering from a serious illness and should not drink alcohol. Let your senior brother take care of this harmful thing for you."
Lin Miaoyin looked at her empty hands and bit her red lips in annoyance.
"Senior Brother really should change his habit of stealing other people's things."
Wenren Ji had no interest in these magical treasures and pills. He rummaged through a tattered storage bag and pulled out half a piece of dried monster meat.
He didn't care at all whose pocket the jerky had been in, and started crunching away on it right then and there.
After emptying more than a dozen bags filled with weeds and scrap metal, Mo Chengyue finally managed to pour out three hundred mid-grade spirit stones.
He breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched the glittering spirit stones shimmer in the firelight.
He put the spirit stone into his pocket with a look of relief, marveling that his wife's savings from saving people had finally been partially recovered.
"If I had known these people were so poor, I shouldn't have used so many high-grade Blazing Flame Beads. In the end, this deal still turned out to be a loss."
As night deepened, it was time for the team to set up camp and rest.
Because Mo Chengyue needed to maintain the Concealing Breath Formation as the core, the women demanded that his tent be built larger and larger.
He could only grimace as he channeled his spiritual energy, constantly taking out spirit wood and animal hides from his storage bag to expand the structure.
When the tent was completed, the interior space was large enough to accommodate six people lying side by side.
A silent battle for a shop space erupted the moment the curtain was lifted.
Mo Chengyue lay trembling in the middle, his muscles stiff as stone.
Yu Jianhuan reacted quickly, gliding gracefully into the first position on the right.
Just as she was about to reach out and touch Mo Chengyue's arm, the curtain was forcefully pulled open.
Qin Wanzhuang walked in carrying the Blazing Sun Sword, which still carried a hint of coldness.
For the first time ever, the usually arrogant Yu Jianhuan didn't utter a word of provocation. She silently shrank her legs and squeezed her body closer to Mo Chengyue.
She tacitly agreed to let this incredibly powerful swordsman senior sister stand second on the right, after all, she didn't want to provoke the tigress at this time.
The first person on the left should have been Lin Miaoyin, who arrived first.
But Jin Qiaoqiao snorted coldly and strode arrogantly to take over the position.
"Great demons in the Transformation stage have the sharpest senses. I must get close to the core of the formation to guard against any possible sneak attacks. This position is mine."
Jin Qiaoqiao's reasons were perfectly justified and very assertive, leaving no room for others to refuse.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, Lin Miaoyin dared not compete with the Peacock Princess and could only reluctantly occupy the second position on the left.
She huddled in a corner, clutching her rosewood pipa, and stared at the back of Mo Chengyue's head with a mournful look.
Su Qingying was the last to enter the tent, only to find that both sides were already full.
She glanced at the horizontal spot where only Mo Chengyue's feet remained, a hint of helplessness showing on her usually aloof face.
With a cold expression, Su Qingying laid out the bedding at her feet, then drew her Jade Spirit Sword and placed it between the two of them.
The blade emanated a chilling aura in the dim light, drawing a clear line between Chu and Han.
"If your foot dares to cross this line even half an inch, I will show no mercy."
The atmosphere inside the tent was extremely oppressive, filled with the low pressure of a clash between various forces.
But somehow, the conversation started with the most hated monster in the ruins.
"The mud beasts with compound eyes in the Fallen Soul Swamp are the most disgusting. I never want to experience that muddy feeling again in my life."
Yu Jianhuan's voice rang out in the darkness, filled with undisguised disgust.
Qin Wanzhuang's voice followed immediately, unusually carrying a hint of agreement.
"Those monsters reek of an indelible stench of decay, and killing them would only soil my sword, which was truly disgusting."
The conversation among the women took an odd turn, and they began to discuss the inherent flaws of the male disciples in the sect.
Jin Qiaoqiao let out a contemptuous sneer, her tone revealing the arrogance of a great demon.
"Most of the males of your human race are greedy hypocrites, always wanting more than they have. Not one of them can be trusted."
Yu Jianhuan immediately picked up the conversation, her tone tinged with teasing and playfulness.
"Qiaoqiao's words hit the nail on the head. Some people may seem honest and simple on the surface, but they can actually charm four women at the same time."
Lin Miaoyin tried to say a few good words for Mo Chengyue, her voice barely audible.
"Junior Brother Mo was actually trying to save everyone; he's not usually a frivolous person."
Su Qingying retorted coldly, her voice stiff.
"If he weren't frivolous, what's with all these people in the tent today? You were just fooled by his rhetoric."
The conversation even culminated in discussing what it felt like to kill someone for the first time.
Qin Wanzhuang's voice carried a calmness born of past battles, her tone revealing a nonchalant disregard for life and death.
"I killed someone for the first time when I was twelve years old. The person's warm blood splattered on my face, and it made me feel nauseous for three whole days, so I couldn't eat."
The women chatted amongst themselves in the darkness, their voices gradually shifting from a subtle, competitive exchange to a strange, unspoken resonance.
On this night after their life-or-death crisis was over, they shed their usual pretense and defenses.
Only Mo Chengyue, who was surrounded in the middle, broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't even dare to breathe properly, and could only close his eyes tightly and pretend to be dead.
He prayed frantically in his heart that this strange late-night chat would end soon, fearing that the fire might burn him at any moment.
The perspective shifts to outside the tent, where a cool night breeze rustles through the withered grass.
Xie Buci leaned against the warm campfire, leisurely drinking the spirit wine he had stolen.
Wenren Ji, holding the ancient sword, leaned against the rough tree trunk and had already entered a light sleep state.
Two fellow students were still engrossed in checking the contents of the blind boxes under the firelight, occasionally letting out soft exclamations of surprise.
Through the thick spirit cloth, Xie Buci listened to the lively sounds of the six people inside the tent, a mixture of laughter, cursing, and soft humming.
He tilted his head back and took a swig of strong liquor, letting the spicy liquid slide deep into his throat.
The curve of his lips, unusually, had shed its usual sarcasm and pretense, revealing a genuine sense of relaxation and warmth.
Recalling the loneliness and constant fear he had endured for fifty years, burdened by blood feud, he stared at the leaping flames and fell into a long silence.
He murmured to himself from the bottom of his heart, his voice drifting away on the night sky.
"That third kid is definitely better than me in this aspect."