Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter Nineteen: Using as Bait

"Senior sister, we are all Qi Refining stage disciples. What if we encounter Foundation Establishment stage seniors?" Although Lin Haoming had participated in two life-or-death battles and killed two people, he was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He knew his own limitations. Those who could come here were definitely late-stage Qi Refining stage cultivators, and very confident in their strength. If he encountered them, he would definitely suffer.

Xie Ruolan looked at Lin Haoming's bitter face, but laughed even more heartily. It seemed that the more frustrated Lin Haoming was, the happier she was. At this moment, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, all three sects have rules that Foundation Establishment stage cultivators cannot come here. Otherwise, the Golden Core stage patriarchs of the three sects who are stationed here can directly kill them."

"There are Golden Core patriarchs here?" Lin Haoming was somewhat surprised.

“Yes, we have a spirit stone mine about a hundred miles away. It's not large, but it still produces a few hundred thousand spirit stones annually. It's normal to send a Golden Core cultivator to oversee it. Actually, there are several places like Red Leaf Mountain on our sect's border, but this is my favorite. Not only is it at the junction of three sects, but it also produces Crimson Sun Ginseng, one of the main ingredients for refining Qi Harmony Pills. It can be used in medicine after ten years. If you can find one that's sixty years old, you can refine a mid-grade Qi Harmony Pill. If you're lucky, finding one over three hundred years old gives you a chance to refine a high-grade Qi Harmony Pill,” Xie Ruolan explained.

“What about a thousand-year-old ginseng?” Lin Haoming asked.

“Legend has it that there are top-grade Qi Harmony Pills, but I don't think even Elder Lin himself had ever seen one. A thousand-year-old Crimson Sun Ginseng is a treasure even for a Foundation Establishment stage senior. Would they really use it to refine Qi Harmony Pills? What a pig-brain!” Xie Ruolan bluntly criticized him.

Hearing her mockery, Lin Haoming really wanted to drag Ling Shengjie and Kong Yuanliang to see what their goddess was really like.

Just as Lin Haoming was feeling frustrated, Xie Ruolan suddenly patted her storage pouch at her waist, and two talismans and a small shield appeared in her hand, which she then tossed to Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming took a look and exclaimed in surprise, "A high-grade Earth Escape Talisman, a high-grade Stone Armor Talisman, and this… this should be a high-grade magic weapon, and a shield at that!"

Recognizing these items, Lin Haoming glanced at Xie Ruolan and asked somewhat guiltily, "Senior Sister Xie, why are you giving me these?"

"Why so much nonsense? Quickly refine the Silver Steel Shield, and keep the talismans safe!" Xie Ruolan didn't answer, only urging Lin Haoming.

Upon hearing that he was to refine the silver steel shield, Lin Haoming's face immediately fell. "Senior Sister, you're not going to use me as bait, are you?" he said.

Xie Ruolan, enjoying Lin Haoming's bitter expression, smiled and said, "Junior Brother Lin, what do you mean by bait? I'm just giving you a little extra protection here. Later, you go find the Crimson Sun Ginseng by yourself, and I'll hide. If I find anyone causing you trouble, I'll definitely help you deal with them!"

"Isn't this being bait?" Lin Haoming was speechless. Only now did he realize how truly cunning this woman was.

A high-grade magic weapon generally costs five hundred spirit stones, and defensive magic weapons are naturally even more valuable. This small shield alone is probably worth seven or eight hundred spirit stones.

Judging from how casually Xie Ruolan tossed it to him, this thing definitely wasn't the best for her. Lin Haoming suddenly realized that he had underestimated her wealth.

The things she entrusted to him to sell might really only be worth a small amount of money.

Refining the silver steel shield took Lin Haoming almost an hour. Just as he finished, he heard Xie Ruolan's voice: "We've reached the border area between the three sects. If we continue flying, we'll become sitting ducks. Go ahead!"

After she finished speaking, Lin Haoming looked back and saw Xie Ruolan had already landed.

Lin Haoming understood that flying in this place was indeed too conspicuous, especially since he was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

When Lin Haoming landed in the forest below, it was already sunrise.

In the underground cave, the glowing mushrooms only glow at night, so the underground world's schedule is completely opposite to that of the surface world. Although Lin Haoming hadn't seen the sunrise in a long time, in this dangerous place, he couldn't possibly be in the mood to appreciate any scenery.

He clearly realized that he was now a damn bait, and could be killed at any moment.

The search for the Crimson Sun Ginseng was merely an excuse, but when Lin Haoming used it, he suddenly discovered his extraordinary luck. He had casually wandered around and actually found a Crimson Sun Ginseng, and a very large one at that, estimated to be a hundred years old.

Having been a shopkeeper for over half a year, Lin Haoming knew the value of the Crimson Sun Ginseng. This hundred-year-old ginseng could probably fetch no less than sixty spirit stones. For an ordinary cultivator, such an income would be enough to make them rich.

After simply removing the dirt from the ginseng, Lin Haoming took out a jade box from his storage bag and placed it inside. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly sensed something was amiss. He immediately summoned his Mother-Child Sword and shouted, "Who's there?"

"Don't misunderstand, it's a fellow disciple!" A deep voice rang out, and then, from behind a tree several dozen feet away, emerged a man in his twenties with an ordinary appearance.

Lin Haoming scanned the man with his divine sense and discovered that the man's cultivation was one level higher than his own, and he was also an inner disciple.

"Don't misunderstand, my name is Mo Cheng. I was just passing by and happened to see someone. I realized it was my fellow disciple who had made some progress, so I was about to leave. I didn't expect you to discover me. Junior brother's spiritual sense isn't weak either!" Mo Cheng said with a smile.

It was true that the other party said his spiritual sense was strong. Although his physical aptitude was poor, his spiritual sense was indeed much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. Perhaps this was a kind of compensation from heaven. However, with his cultivation level, even the strongest spiritual sense had its limits, so it wasn't of much use.

"Since we're fellow disciples, please leave, senior brother!" Lin Haoming gestured for the man who called himself Mo Cheng to leave.

Mo Cheng nodded and turned to leave, but just as he turned, he suddenly turned back and flung three black throwing knives at him.

Lin Haoming was prepared. He patted his storage bag, and the silver steel shield he had just refined appeared, blocking the attack.

With three sharp "clangs," the three throwing knives bounced off.

"A high-grade magic weapon! No wonder you dared to come here at only the eighth level of Qi Refining. You really have something to rely on!" Seeing his throwing knives bounce off, Mo Cheng looked at the silver steel shield with a greedy glint in his eyes.

Lin Haoming, noticing the look in his eyes, immediately called out to someone behind him, "Senior Sister, make your move!"

Mo Cheng, seeing Lin Haoming's shout, sneered, "You think you can fool me with this kind of trick? You're asking for death!"

But the moment Mo Cheng uttered the word "asking for death," a beam of silver light pierced through his body.

Mo Cheng looked at the hole in his chest, staring at Lin Haoming in disbelief.

Lin Haoming shook her head at him, saying, "I already warned you. You asked for death yourself, so don't blame me!"