NOVEL WEB Chapter 2314: How many Source Stones are they worth?
Chapter 2314: How many Source Stones are they worth?
The wolf body formed by the combination of Source Power and talismans existed between the real and the illusory.
Han Muye had indeed never seen such a method of inheritance.
This must be a modern inheritance from the Supreme Realm, completely different from ancient times.
However, Han Muye also noticed that the giant wolf’s body was in an illusory state at that moment. It seemed solid, but it actually could not exert any combat strength.
That was enough.
With a low shout, Han Muye stepped forward and executed the “Caressing Willows with the Wind,” his palm striking the spine of another giant wolf.
This time, the Source Power in his palm did not fully release but merely pressed faintly on the exterior of the wolf’s body.
The body of the giant wolf transformed from the talisman shook as if Han Muye’s Source Power had fixed it in mid-air.
“So that’s how it is.”
With a whisper, amidst the frightened gaze of the Daoist opposite, Han Muye’s palm vibrated with Source Power, turning into chains.
The chains clinked and wrapped around the body of the giant wolf, then Han Muye flung it ten feet away.
“Bang—”
The solidified body of the giant wolf smashed onto the green stone floor, shattering a patch of broken stones.
The giant wolf struggled on the ground for a few moments before it exploded violently.
One of the three talismans in the hand of the black-robed Daoist also directly shattered.
“How dare you—”
A pained expression appeared on the Daoist’s face as he roared in anger.
One such Giant Wolf Talisman cost five thousand Source Stones, and even within the entire Qingling Dao Sect, it was among the top talismans.
Such treasures were not plentiful even in the Nine Mysteries Mountain Range.
Unexpectedly, Han Muye actually had a method to shatter these talismans.
“Roar—”
Under the Daoist’s control, the remaining two giant wolf bodies shook and roared as they pounced toward Han Muye.
“Talisman technique, weapon refining foundation,” Han Muye murmured, his extended palm transforming into a fist and throwing a punch forward.
The punch was not fast, but the fist wind howled, the surrounding air compressed into streams of green whirlwinds.
“Cloud Catching the Clear Wind…” Bai Zhanting murmured as he watched Han Muye’s punch.
This punch was one of the Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms known as Cloud Catching the Clear Wind, but the movements had changed, losing their lightness and gaining a killing sharpness.
“Bang—”
The whirlwind-wrapped fist smashed into a giant wolf, whose body trembled and then shattered.
The second talisman in the Daoist’s hand cracked.
“How could this be, how could you accomplish this…”
A look of terror shone in the Daoist’s eyes as he stepped back.
He was genuinely frightened.
The breaking of one talisman might have been seen as a fluke by Han Muye.
But the shattering of the second clearly showed that Han Muye had mastered a method to counter the talismans.
“Just a little trick,” Han Muye spoke loudly, stepping forward and throwing another punch.
This punch, compounded by the previous ones, bore a majestic momentum such that the Daoist did not dare to face it.
Still, it was the same Cloud Catching the Clear Wind technique.
Han Muye, with several successive moves, had already made the bystanders like Bai Zhanting widen their eyes in amazement.
The boxing techniques displayed by Han Muye were completely fluid and effortless.
“Bang—”
The third giant wolf blocking between Han Muye and the Daoist shattered.
The Daoist turned pale, all his talismans in hand shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
This was the shock to his mind from the breaking of the talismans.
“Who exactly are you—”
The Daoist stared at Han Muye, who was advancing step by step, and trembled as he spoke.
Han Muye did not respond and moved, his figure suddenly appearing beside the Daoist like a gentle breeze caressing willows.
He reached out his hand toward the Daoist’s neck.
The Daoist raised his arm horizontally to block in front, and his other hand formed a fist smashing toward Han Muye’s chest.
The movement was swift, packed with substantial force, creating a sound explosion.
A brief punching sound emerged, then “bang,” it collided with Han Muye’s downward pressing palm.
Han Muye’s palm continued to press down, twisting the Daoist’s arm.
“Crack—”
The Daoist’s right arm broke.
Han Muye pushed his palm forward again, his elbow striking the Daoist’s chest.
“Bang—”
The Daoist’s body flew out, blood spurting from his mouth.
By the time he fell five zhang away, he had already passed out.
Han Muye walked up, took seven or eight translucent Source Stones from the Daoist’s pocket, and then dragged him by one foot toward the gate of the Nine Mysteries Path Sect.
Bai Zhanting and the others were stunned for a moment, then rushed forward.
When Han Muye reached the square ahead, the battle there had reached a critical moment.
Daoist Hu Yu, covered in blood, was protecting Zeng He, Wu Mingjue, and others who had no combat strength left.
In front of him stood seven or eight cultivators in green robes, each exuding an incredibly concentrated aura.
People of Qin Family.
“Uncle Master!”
Seeing Han Muye, the fallen Xun Hao called out.
“Uncle Master is here!”
The Third Generation Disciples crowded together, being slaughtered by over a dozen Qin Family cultivators, also showed excitement on their faces and shouted loudly.
Daoist Hu Yu turned around and saw Han Muye leading Bai Zhanting and others back, despair showing in his eyes.
“Ancestor, take them and leave. Don’t let the legacy of the Nine Mysteries Path break,” shouted Daoist Hu Yu as his aura fluctuated, ready to fight to the death.
The Qin Family members, on the opposite side, instead took a step back leisurely.
“Ancestor? It seems that the Nine Mysteries Path indeed has an old antique awoken.”
“Ha ha, if we take it to the True Dao Sect, it could be exchanged for at least thirty thousand Source Stones.”
The Qin Family members looked at each other, all showing delight on their faces.
Two of them couldn’t wait and advanced toward Han Muye’s direction.
Han Muye stepped forward, throwing the body of the Daoist he was dragging in front of him.
“This guy trespassed into the Nine Mysteries Path Sect, and I have captured him.”
The Daoist’s body fell in front of Hu Yu, rolled over, and revealed a pale face.
Daoist Hu Yu saw the face, widened his eyes, and shouted in surprise, “It’s Daoist Cang Ming from the Light Spirit Taoist Sect!”
“This, this is an eighth level expert of the Rebirth Realm!”
This statement made the Qin Family members shudder, their gaze falling on the face of the Daoist on the ground.
“It really is Daoist Cang Ming!”
“How is it possible, this elder of the Light Spirit Taoist Sect is a famous strong figure in the Nine Mysteries Mountain Range, how could he be critically injured and unconscious…”
Everyone raised their heads to look at Han Muye, their expressions changing.
Could this person be an extremely powerful expert?
Han Muye took another step forward, his expression unchanged.
“This guy is valuable?”
He raised his hand, pointing to the Qin Family members ahead, “Then how much are they worth in Source Stones?”
How much in Source Stones?
Measuring Qin Family experts with Source Stones?
The Qin Family members looked uneasy, and Daoist Hu Yu quickly shouted, “Ancestor, these people are worth at least twenty thousand Source Stones.”
Hearing Daoist Hu Yu price them at twenty thousand Source Stones, Han Muye let out a long laugh, transformed into the gesture of ‘Caressing Willows with the Wind’, and in a blink, he was in front of the Qin Family members.
“Bang—”
A punch was thrown, the power of the blow enveloping the bodies of the opponents, leaving them unable to struggle as they were thrown aside, their muscles and bones broken.
“Cloud Catching the Clear Wind…”
Seeing this punch, Daoist Hu Yu’s body trembled, murmuring in a whisper.
Was the legacy of their sect now this strong?
“Run—”
“An old monster from the Nine Mysteries Path has awakened—”
Other Qin Family members shouted as they ran away, but Han Muye kept moving, imprisoning and severely injuring anyone who came close with a punch.
In less than a hundred breaths, the Qin Family members who had entered the gate of the Nine Mysteries Path Sect had all been severely wounded and captured.
“Remember to have them bring Source Stones for ransom.”
Han Muye waved his hand, weighing the gathered Source Stones, satisfied with his return.
His harvest was quite good this time, converted into Source Stones, at least a thousand.
Enough to stabilize his cultivation abilities.
“Ancestor, rest assured, your disciple will handle this business well,” Daoist Hu Yu called out from behind, thrilled.