Chapter 1941: Chapter 1984: Changes in the Divine Wood

At some point, Jiang Fan had gripped a Black Sword shrouded in Void Flow Thunder Fire, cleaving open the void before him.

That streak of pitch-black light just happened to shoot into the void, vanishing without a trace.

If he hadn’t prepared in advance, it would’ve been impossible to react so quickly.

The Black Dragon Venerable stared deeply at Jiang Fan. "You knew there was a trap inside the throne?"

Jiang Fan smiled faintly. "I didn’t."

"But I could guess."

"Someone as unruly as you—how could you possibly hand over your lifetime’s accumulated wealth so easily? So I made some precautions."

He’d already experienced things like traps being set inside a Storage Device.

Naturally, he wouldn’t fall for it so easily.

The Black Dragon Venerable’s face sank as he snorted. "Count yourself lucky you kept that dog life of yours!"

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "Say the real spell. My patience is limited."

The Black Dragon Venerable laughed, baring his teeth. "Hehe, hehehahaha!"

Then he threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Hahahaha!"

"Jiang Fan, oh Jiang Fan, so you do have a time when you need something from me!"

"You’re the number one of the Nine Steles, the hero of Central Earth who destroyed Heavenly Heritage City and killed the Compassionate Sage!"

"And you actually have to beg me, hahahaha!"

Jiang Fan’s gaze narrowed. "Three!"

The Black Dragon Venerable mocked, "No need to count!"

"You think an old hand like me at the level of a Great Venerate is spineless?"

"Every step I’ve taken was paved with blood and tears. You think a bit of torture can make me bow? Hehehe!"

"I’d rather suffer than let you have it easy!"

"I just want to watch you fail to get what you want and still be all anxious, hehehehe!"

Watching the Black Dragon Venerable laughing like a madman, Jiang Fan rubbed his brow.

"Since you don’t care about dignity, I’ll help you keep some dignity."

He took out the Ancient Heart Mirror, reflecting the Black Dragon Venerable’s figure within it.

This was a Spiritual Artifact that could probe others’ inner voices, infallibly effective.

The Black Dragon Venerable glanced at it and said with disdain, "Trying to pry into my inner thoughts?"

"You think that’s possible?"

"You think a Great Venerate’s soul is made of paper? Unless I have no defenses against you at all, don’t even think about it!"

Without any expression, Jiang Fan took out a strange flower, entirely fiery red with golden stamens.

The Black Dragon Venerable narrowed his eyes. "What, planning to poison me?"

"I’d be delighted!"

Jiang Fan said evenly:

"This flower of mine comes from the Hell Realm. It’s called Forgotten Dust Flower; it makes people temporarily forget their worries and sorrows."

"Of course, you’ll also temporarily forget who I am."

"At that time, you should have no defenses against me."

What?

The Black Dragon Venerable’s face froze.

He struggled, his expression twisting ferociously. "Get lost! Get the hell away from me!"

"Why should my opportunity fall into your hands? Why?"

"In this world, it’s victors are kings, losers are bandits. I, the Black Dragon, also have great fortunes. I just wasn’t as lucky as you accomplished types."

"I’d rather die than let my opportunity become a wedding dress for prodigies like you!"

Jiang Fan’s face was ice-cold, completely unmoved.

"Listen to you, acting like you’re so noble."

"You opened up the underground world and released Hell Creatures to slaughter your own race. Someone like you deserves to be called king?"

At best, the Black Dragon Venerable was just a vicious warlord.

Whatever end he met was unworthy of sympathy!

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Fan crushed the flower. Wisps of pollen drifted out, floating into the Black Dragon Venerable’s soul.

The Black Dragon Venerable cried out in shock and rage, "I will never give you...the...Purple Crystal Ore...is mine..."

In the midst of his roar, the Black Dragon Venerable’s aura grew weaker and weaker. His eyes shifted from defiant to calm, then to utterly vacant.

"Who are you?" The Black Dragon Venerable stared blankly at Jiang Fan in front of him.

Jiang Fan seized the moment when the Black Dragon Venerable was most defenseless and asked, "What’s the spell for the dwelling?"

The Black Dragon Venerable’s expression was dull. Instinctively wary, he didn’t respond, but in his mind he couldn’t help recalling it.

"The spell is ’rise again from the east’—no, that’s the trap spell. The real spell is ’victors are kings, losers are bandits.’"

Jiang Fan’s expression finally relaxed.

He’d finally gotten the spell; it had not been easy.

If he’d already broken through the Heavenly Person Four Declines and possessed the Fourth Domain, he wouldn’t have needed all this trouble.

He tossed the Black Dragon Venerable aside and said, "Victors are kings, losers are bandits!"

Crack—

At last, the throne cave dwelling responded, and a spatial fluctuation finally appeared.

With a thought, Jiang Fan stepped into the dwelling.

The Black Dragon Venerable’s long-anticipated cave dwelling was finally open!

What entered his sight was a Purple Crystal Mine, and beside it piles of Demon Race materials, among which were items like Sky Demon Relic needed by the Nascent Soul Realm.

There was even some Ten Thousand Spirits Ancestor Blood left unused!

These should be the blood that the Asura Saint Son tricked the Black Dragon Venerable into drinking, containing the Asura Saint Son’s blood.

For this reason, the Black Dragon Venerable had fallen under his control.

This blood could completely allow Yun Shang, using a reshaped Domain, to separate the Asura Saint Son’s blood, then distribute it to the Demon Race members of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.

Of course, the most important thing was still this Purple Crystal Mine.

Jiang Fan flew up, overlooking the characters carved in the recessed area.

Now that his soul had reached the Heavenly Person Four Declines, when he looked at the eight characters inside, they were still incomparably blurry.

"Just what words are carved on that mysterious seal?"

"Even now, I still can’t look at them directly."

Thinking, he took out that tattered cloth scrap. With how often he’d used it, the cloth had long since lost its initial power to crush the barriers of the world.

Now, he could try to re-imprint the eight characters on the seal.

He guided the palm-sized scrap of cloth, letting it slowly descend into the recess.

This scrap seemed to have some connection with the characters of the seal. As it neared the script, the cloth actually enlarged on its own, just enough to cover the eight characters.

After that, eight characters once again appeared imprinted onto the cloth.

Jiang Fan raised his hand and beckoned. The cloth shrank back to palm-size and flew into his palm.

A heavy, weighty sensation and an inexplicable oppressive pressure surged over him.

He could clearly feel that the cloth was different from before.

If he were to throw it down, it would definitely unleash an unimaginably vast pressure.

"I’ll study how to use this cloth properly later." Jiang Fan muttered, then turned his gaze to the many Spiritual Objects planted on the Purple Crystal Mine.

He didn’t know the origin of this Purple Crystal Mine, yet despite the lack of Supreme Breath Soil, strange, innately favored Spiritual Objects could grow here.

"If I add some Breath Soil in, will the plants grow faster?"

Thinking it over, Jiang Fan sprinkled a handful of Breath Soil into every recess where Spiritual Objects were growing.

Especially that bizarre plant that could produce shoes—he sprinkled several extra handfuls on it.

In the end, looking at the recess that had once nurtured the Black Divine Wood, he pondered and took the Divine Wood back out.

He’d obtained this Divine Wood over a month ago. Given the nurturing ability of Breath Soil, it had to have been cultivated for at least a hundred years.

But it had only produced a single purple tender leaf, and after that, there had been no changes.

This made Jiang Fan suspect that the Divine Wood might also require the nurturing of the Purple Crystal Ore.

Pondering, he reinserted the Divine Wood into the Purple Crystal Mine, then sprinkled a pile of Breath Soil over it.

Two-pronged approach—he’d see whether the Divine Wood would change.

To Jiang Fan’s surprise, right after he finished arranging the Breath Soil, that purple sprout actually twitched, slowly unfurling.

"This...so it really does need the combined effect of Purple Crystal Ore and Breath Soil!"

Jiang Fan was thoroughly astonished.

What shocked him even more was that at the cross-section of the Black Divine Wood, a faint layer of black liquid slowly seeped out.

Jiang Fan instinctively reached out to touch it, but remembering the pain when the Divine Wood had clubbed him, he quickly pulled his hand back.

"Could it be that the source of the headache from the Divine Wood smashing people is related to these secretions?"

"I’ll need to find someone willing to give it a try."

"Mm, the Black Dragon Venerable it is. He’ll definitely be willing."

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