830 A Golden Ticket! (2/2)
The Flame Patriarch blew lightly over the jade slip, and it turned black instantly. Then, he tossed it into the air. The jade slip flew towards Wang Baole and was caught by him.
”I've sealed the curse inside this jade slip. You get to use the curse once. You can also use the jade slip to contact me, but you also only get to do that once. If fate intends for us to be master and disciple, we will meet again. But for now, you should leave.” After the Flame Patriarch said that, he gave Wang Baole a deep, meaningful look. His desire to have him as his disciple was genuine.
He might be an in-name disciple, but… the Flame Patriarch hadn't had a disciple for a very long time.
The thought seemed to have brought certain sad memories to mind. The Flame Patriarch waved his hand, turned around, and headed for the distance. His retreating back was that of a solitary old man. Wang Baole's form began to grow indistinct. In front of him was the lonely, retreating figure of the Flame Patriarch. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. Wang Baole eventually disappeared from the ruins, leaving behind the pig-headed mask. The mask transformed into a beam of light and raced towards the Flame Patriarch. It landed in the Flame Patriarch's palm instead of joining the other masks inside of his body.
”If it's meant to be mine, it will come to me. If it's not… then we should let it be.” The Flame Patriarch's murmurs rippled across the heavens.
In the next moment, in Wang Baole's room in an inn in a market, there was a sudden flare of bright light. Wang Baole materialized in his room and immediately scanned his surroundings with his Divine Sense. Having affirmed that he had returned to the market and that he was safe, he released a long sigh of relief. Images of the various dangerous situations he had survived during the mission flashed across his eyes and faded away, leaving him… with the final image of the Flame Patriarch's solitary back burned into his memory.
”That's another man with a story,” Wang Baole said. He took a deep breath and let his thoughts settle. Then, he began to inspect his damages. First was the Thearch Armor… 90% of it was damaged. Then, the Dharmic Battleship… Almost 90% of the Dharmic Battleship was damaged as well, with its core components barely functional.
Some of his other artifacts had been damaged as well. He had exhausted some items too. He wasn't going to forget the countless battleships that he had self-destructed in the fight. The mission had depleted whatever supplies Wang Baole had painstakingly stocked up.
But his spoils were considerable as well. He had advanced his level of cultivation, and his storage bag was overflowing with new materials. They housed the contents of a fully stocked army warehouse that belonged to the Never-Ending Clan. The number of pills, Dharmic Artifacts, and materials inside would turn anyone's eyes green with envy.
He could definitely recoup whatever losses and damages he had suffered in the mission with what he had looted from the warehouse. In addition to that, he now had 13,000 Red Crystals. What he had wanted to buy from Xie Haiyang only cost 300 Red Crystals. The purchasing power he now had with 13,000 Red Crystals was tremendous.
He recovered a Rainbow Core as well. He didn't know its uses at the moment, but he was certain that the Rainbow Core must have something to do with the Rainbow Planet. It must be extremely valuable.
In addition… he also got himself one half of a palm that used to belong to a Planet realm Never-Ending Clan cultivator. That could be used as a material for refinement. As for the storage ring left on one of its fingers, Wang Baole was sure that he could find some use for it and its contents.
A storage ring that belonged to a Planet realm cultivator… Wang Baole was rather excited. After going through the rest of his spoils, he pulled the ring off the maimed palm and extended his Divine Sense out for a scan. A frown soon appeared on his face. The seal placed on the ring by the Planet realm cultivator was still in effect. Nothing Wang Baole tried could unlock the ring.
”Forget it. I'll just have to wait until I reach the Spirit Immortal realm. I might be able to chip away at the seal slowly then!” Wang Baole said reluctantly. He had no other choice. He dared not seek help from anyone else. He would be exposing his identity as a Descender if he did that.
Wang Baole continued to take stock while studying the ring at the same time. A vast cosmic distance away, in a sea of blue planets… lay a land that was controlled by the Never-Ending Clan's nineteenth army.
Countless planets could be found in the cosmic region. An ancient palace sat on one of those planets. The blinding light of a teleportation had flooded the floors of the palace. One half of a head came flying out of the portal. It bounced onto the floor and rolled into a corner, shrieking and howling.
The head belonged to the Never-Ending Clan cultivator who slipped through death's clutches after his fight with Wang Baole. His face was contorted with pain and madness. He was furious because he had never sustained such grievous injuries prior to this battle, and he was mad because… he had lost his storage ring!
In the storage ring, he had hidden away a treasure that he had kept a secret from everyone. It wasn't a powerful weapon. But… it wouldn't be an exaggeration if he called it a cultivation golden ticket in the Never-Ending Dao Domain!
He had no natural talent when it came to cultivation. This treasure was the reason someone as mediocre as him could advance to the Planet realm. With this treasure, he might even achieve a breakthrough and attain the Eternal Star realm. He could possibly advance beyond the Eternal Star realm. If anyone were to find out about this treasure, a war would break out amongst countless family clans and tribes as they fought madly to get their hands on it. With his mediocre cultivation, he would be sure to lose his golden ticket for good!
Damn pig-head, I swear I'll find you, no matter where you are!