NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48: Faking Death
Buzzer watched in horror as his entire crewmates were slaughtered brutally, but he had no choice but to lie still, feigning death.
He knew that confronting these few would result in nothing but a stupid death, so when the fountain of blood from his teammate's body sprayed all over him, he took the opportunity to fake a convulsion and lay feigning dead. Hopefully, he would survive this way.
His ears perked up and he focused his attention on Spark and the rest.
"So where do you think they kept all their loot?" Spark questioned, his eager eyes scanning the corpses.
Cai'er smiled, and as though in tow, a galloping horse loomed from the horizon. Its rider, Spark found familiar—he was one of the other stewards of the old miser.
As he got closer, one could see clearly what he had in his hand: it was Slade's missing arm, which had been uprooted previously.
"Young Miss," the steward bowed, handing the arm to Cai'er.
She didn't take the bloody remains. Instead, she reached for the silver ring on his middle finger. It was a plain silver ring, but if scrutinized, one would notice a series of runic lines crisscrossing the entire trinket.
Fiddling with the ring slightly, she explained to Spark, "This is a unique artifact—one that even immortal cultivators need. They have to make trades with the mortal lands to obtain this artifact…
It has the capability of holding space within. The size of the space may vary—some a single cubit unit, others a hundred, and even a thousand."
Flashing a smile, she continued, "And this is where all owners keep their goods because it's mobile and convenient to carry.
Fortunately for us, this ring isn't too high of a grade, or else it might have had a soul lock and only its owner would be able to open it."
Spark's eyes flashed with excitement. 'Indeed, as expected of a cultivation world…'
Nodding in awe, he still urged, "Wow, I get it—majestic! Now please, can you give me the pill first? My body is killing me."
Cai'er chuckled. "Sorry, I'm not a cultivator, so I cannot activate this easily… but thankfully, its crafter clearly considered non-cultivators."
Then she inserted the ring into her delicate finger, and moving to an open space, she made a series of hand seals.
After which, the ring emitted a bright azure luster. Space opposite her warped violently as the ring vomited all its contents, till it was dry.
And there, right before them—a small mountain of treasure.
Slade and his crew had arrived from heavens knew where for the past six months and had terrorized the mortal merchants in the surroundings, plundering on sight. Sometimes, if they were in a good mood, the passengers were left unharmed, but other times they killed all on sight, or they would kidnap all the women on board.
So one could just imagine the sheer amount of treasures they must have stacked up. Though they used some, the rate of gain far outpaced the rate of spending, causing such a mountain of treasures to form.
These goods spanned from food to jewelry. Cai'er could even catch sight of a few artifacts.
Spark went wide-eyed as he unconsciously muttered, awed at the sheer immensity of the treasure sitting before him, "Indeed, it is more profitable to rob a thief…"
The others surrounding them couldn't help but unconsciously nod in agreement.
Shaking his head, he didn't have time for this, so he glanced at Cai'er. "Give me the pill first before we do anything else…"
The thought that he could finally recover excited him. After this, his conquest to become an Essence Weaver would begin. Though he didn't know where he would begin from, all that could be solved when he was hale and hearty.
And also, he noticed something good—his murderous impulses had died down the moment he was flushed with the satisfaction of killing Slade. This made him realize—
It wasn't that his impulses pushed him to kill; it was merely his subconscious craving for a satisfying, blood-pumping, near-death battle!
And his way of satisfying it by killing was merely a temporary fix—no wonder it came back stronger each time.
His expression turned weird. Actually, it wasn't his fault for discovering the truth this late—one could only blame the villains of Earth for being too weak…
He had never experienced a near-death experience back on Earth, but in this world his stay was barely two weeks and he had seen death in the eyes twice—and been brutally beaten once by a bunch of regular people at that!
'Indeed, you must never underestimate a xianxia world… honestly, what did I expect anyways.
At least now I would get healed, and hopefully I wouldn't get my ass handed to me like the past few days.' Spark sighed helplessly.
Unknown to him, he just jinxed himself! What fate had in store for him next would make his previous encounters feel like child's play.
Cai'er had already fished out a small treasure box from the mound of treasures. Walking toward Spark, she bit into her finger, then imprinted the bloodied thumb on the plain box.
If one was none the wiser, they might have assumed it to be a charcoal cube. But the moment it tasted her blood, bloody veins grew all over the box.
"Cacha!"
With a crisp snap, it opened, revealing eight colorful pills. The medicinal fragrance carried by the wind alone made one feel invigorated and refreshed. Even Spark felt his muscles becoming less sore the moment it crept into his lungs.
He gazed expectantly at the box in Cai'er's arms. "Which is the healing pill?"
Cai'er reached for the violet pill. "This is the Miraculous Recast Elixir."
Spark didn't waste any time. He quickly dismissed the bronze armor, which liquefied, retreating back into a bracelet, revealing his marred figure.
Cai'er, with a smile, fed the pill to Spark.
Spark, who was about to retrieve the pill, stood stunned, but he didn't have time to ponder much on her gesture, as the moment the medicinal ball touched his tongue, it melted—bursting into a cool, refreshing spring.
And like a flood, it rushed into his body. The cool crept into his veins, his heart accelerated, and his eyes rolled in the sheer pleasure of the experience.
His wounds, which remained stubborn previously, acted obediently under the miraculous prowess of the pill. The law energy on the inflicted wounds struggled in vain for a few seconds before being expelled.
And immediately, the shackle restraining his injuries from healing fled. The lacerations wriggled, quickly reconnecting; tendons, muscle fibers stitched themselves back together.
His scars on the skin faded, leaving a healthy hue.
And within minutes, Spark was completely healed—his skin back to its unblemished pale luster. His eyebrows fluttered as he opened his eyes, feeling whole again.
Cai'er, Guo, and everyone on sight stood stunned at Spark's looks. His sapphire eyes finally shone as bright as they were meant to.
Even the men on site couldn't help but admit inwardly, 'Ladykiller!'
And Cai'er, who stood before Spark, was beet red by now. She had tried imagining what he truly looked like—she even thought she had overestimated sometimes—but now she knew that her imaginations never did justice to this man!
What overestimate?
More like underestimate!
Spark's fingers combed through his hair as he smiled. "Finally whole again!" he moaned in pleasure.
And now that he was finally healed, his inhuman senses were naturally restored, and his eyes gazed at a particular body among the dead. A sinister smile crept onto his face. "Ah! Why don't you save me the trouble and stop acting? Get up!"
Poor Buzzer, who had thought himself smart previously, was caught. The poor guy held his breath as his heartbeat quickened in fear—which served to further expose him.
He hoped desperately that he wasn't the one Spark was speaking to, but sure enough, it was him, as Spark took measured steps toward his exact location!
He couldn't stay idle anymore—he didn't want to die!
Jumping up from the pile of corpses to the shock of everyone on sight, his arms raised in a surrendering pose, he quickly screamed, "D-don't kill me! I can trade my life for information that would be beneficial to your esteemed self!"
But seeing Spark's unperturbed pace, he gritted his teeth and explained, "I know of a place that is rumored to be able to turn mortals to immortals. I—I even have the map!" He flailed a scroll in his hands desperately, as though his life depended on it—well, it did.
Spark finally showed a reaction, pausing in his tracks, his expression unreadable. 'Finally, something is going according to the xianxia script… now which supreme expert's inheritance site would this lead to?' Spark wondered in expectation.