Chapter 528 - A Vial (1/2)

Chapter 528: A Vial

Translator: _Dark_Angel_ Editor: Kurisu

When he touched on the subject of the Shattering Void Tier, Na Zhi Yan seemed to have regained his confidence. He said, “Human Race’s Sir, even if your battle prowess is monstrous, you are still only in the Flower Blossom Tier after all. There is no way that you would be able to match the Sea Race of our Northern Sea. Furthermore, I am under the command of a lord from one of the general clans to come here to retrieve an ancient object. I shall leave upon retrieving it. Us members of the Sea Race dislike land, and will definitely not invade the land ma.s.ses.”

These words were quite believable. At least, Ling Han had never heard of the Sea Race in his last life. Obviously, they each minded their own business, and did not make any attempts to trespa.s.s onto each other’s territory.

Ling Han laughed loudly, and said, “Has your brain been kicked by a donkey? In the territory of our Human Race, you still ask me not to meddle in the business of others?”

Na Zhi Yan instantly felt cold. It was one thing how powerful the Sea Race was; the problem now was that he had fallen into Ling Han’s hands, and whether he lived or died was completely at the latter’s whim. He quickly said, “I know my mistake. I know my mistake.”

What a humiliation; an elite of the Flower Blossom Tier would actually act so humble.

Though people could not hear what Ling Han and Na Zhi Yan said, simply looking at the submissive, servile display that Na Zhi Yan was putting on, they were aware that he now wanted nothing more than to lick Ling Han’s shoes.

Disdainful!

“General clan, those that have Heaven Tier cultivators?” Ling Han rubbed his chin, then asked curiously, “Since your Sea Race is so powerful, why did they send someone like you?”

Na Zhi Yan was feeling very depressed. The martial arts level of this Desolate North was not that high; even “someone like him” should be strong enough to do as he liked. He said, “I am one of the Sea Demon Race, and am naturally proficient at bewitching. That lord from the general clan has no desire to create any great uproar, because that mineshaft is too strange. If there were many members of the Sea Race who died there, it may even attract the attention of the Royal Clan.”

“Then what exactly is the object that you seek?” Ling Han asked.

Na Zhi Yan hesitated slightly, then said, “It is said to be a vial, but I am not very sure.”

“What is it used for?”

“I don’t know, either. All I know is that the lord values it very much and has commanded me to do things quietly, but I must definitely obtain that vial.”

“Is the way you do things considered quiet?” Ling Han humphed, but when he thought about it, there was no communication between the seas and land—no matter how many people died on land, what relation did it have with the Sea Race? They would not care at all, so in this aspect, Na Zhi Yan had really been doing things quietly.

“Sir…” Na Zhi Yan said pitifully. His battle prowess was definitely considered top-tier in the Desolate North, but among the Sea Race, he could only be barely considered a strong cultivator. Thus, he did not have that kind of powerful aura, nor did he have the unyielding personality of a true elite cultivator.

In other words, he was soft.

Ling Han gave it some thought, then said, “You stay here with me for a while!” He knocked Na Zhi Yan unconscious with a single palm strike, then withdrew him into the Black Tower.

Because of this member of the Sea Race, who knew how many humans had died? Ling Han naturally would not let him go so easily. However, he still wanted to ask Na Zhi Yan for some more information about the Sea Race, and thus had no plans to kill the latter as of this moment.

Seeing a Flower Blossom Tier cultivator so easily dealt with by Ling Han, everyone’s hearts were filled with anxiety. If Ling Han wanted to kill them, that would merely be as easy as flipping his hand over. Flower Blossom Tier cultivators had transcended mortality, and were inconceivably powerful.

Ling Han looked at Bo Wen Lin, smiled, and said, “Master Bo—”

“No! No!” Bo Wen Lin waved his hands quickly. If he was actually addressed by an elite cultivator of Flower Blossom Tier cultivator as Master, that was obviously like grilling him on top of an open fire.

Ling Han said in displeasure, “Master Bo seems to like cutting off the words of others.”

Bo We Lin really felt like dying. He simply did not want Ling Han to address him respectfully; what did he do wrong again? But when Ling Han said that, how could he dare to talk back? He merely shut his mouth obediently.

“Come with me to see the Fire Emperor,” Ling Han said, smiling.

Bo Wen Lin instantly hesitated. ‘It can’t be that you’re in the mood for some murder and want to kill even the Fire Emperor, right?’