Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Didn’t You Ask For My Opinion?_1

Translator: 549690339

“Nerd, are you trying to steal from me?”

The Treasure House Master’s face changed abruptly, and his mountainous, flesh-like body turned around to question the Magical Artifacts House Master.

The Magical Artifacts House Master’s expression remained calm, his soft voice mixed with a mesmerising spell that made people subconsciously want to listen. However, paired with his masculine body, it provoked an eerie discomfort.

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“You’re asking for death!”

The body of the Treasure House Master began to move, his gigantic palm slamming down toward the Magical Artifacts House Master. The massive wave of Mana rippled out like a rolling tide sweeping in all directions.

The bamboo strip in the hand of the Magical Artifacts House Master unfolded, a golden light forming a barrier to protect him within.

“Gold Body Curse!”

Suddenly, the bamboo strip flipped over and ravines split open on the ground. A massive amount of magma spurted out, engulfing the Treasure House Master. The entire Ghost Market was enveloped by the magma.

Luckily, the space where the four pavilion masters were located was entirely different from the previous surface of the Ghost Market, otherwise, the residual ripples of this attack alone could annihilate all the organisms in the Ghost Market.

Feeling the surging wave of Mana, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but shiver. He was sure these two Ghost Market Pavilion Masters were formidable Practitioners of the Refining Qi to Spirit Transmutation Stage.

But exactly how advanced they are, cannot be determined based on the current battle.

Such formidable beings, in this era of the returning Spirit Energy Tidal Surge, are undoubtedly rare. That two appeared at once in this Ghost Market must be related to the unique characteristics of the Ghost Market itself.

According to Shen Yuan’s conjecture, these pavilion masters should be a part of the Ghost Market, gradually recovering their power with the return of the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge.

But their flaws are obvious. They have completely fused with the Ghost Market and cannot leave. Even if they’re powerful, they can only exercise their power within the Ghost Market.

Such a state is not much different from those elders of the Hidden Sects hiding in the grotto heavens sacred ground.

After a brief consideration, Shen Yuan immediately determined that he could not fight against the two pavilion masters, based on their current state.

Space hand grenades and Earth Fiend Sword Art are both top-notch offensive techniques and indeed possess the possibility of harming the two pavilion masters.

However, once the offensive techniques were used and he failed to kill these two pavilion masters, he would struggle to resist their subsequent counterattacks as Great Cultivators of Refining Qi to Spirit Transmutation Stage.

Without having completed the Refining Essence to Qi Transformation and materialise Mana, essentially, Shen Yuan was, ultimately, still a mortal.

Of course, it’s not that Shen Yuan didn’t have a counter-strategy. Since the two pavilion masters could only swagger within the Ghost Market, once he escapes from the Ghost Market, even these two pavilion masters would barely be able to do anything to him.

But within a short moment, Shen Yuan had already made his calculations in his mind.

On the other side, the situation where the two pavilion masters started to fight as soon as they had a disagreement startled Zhi greatly.

Before she had the chance to intervene, a small old man with a sallow physique, wearing a bamboo hat and shouldering a fishing rod, appeared from nowhere at the side of Shen Yuan.

The old man’s withered face leaned close to Shen Yuan as if smelling something. His gaze then shifted and fell directly onto the Maine Coon next to him.

More precisely, he was looking at Bai Xue, who was hiding behind the Maine Coon’s neck.

His eyes burst with a greedy gleam, and his chicken-claw-like palm reached towards Bai Xue so fast that even the Maine Coon didn’t have time to react.

“Zing!”

The crisp sound of a sword chant instantly cut across the black market. A chill crept up the back of the old man who felt his outstretched palm going numb. If he dared to stretch it any further, the source of that sword chant would surely take off his hand.

Halting his actions and withdrawing his hand as if nothing had happened, the old man, with his right hand behind his back and wearing a smile, said:

“Young people nowadays have such short tempers.”

Shen Yuan gave the old man a cold glance without replying.

It’s only then that Zhi, as if she was waking from a dream, hurriedly paid her respects to the old man.

“Greetings, Master of the Calculation Pavilion.”

The old man casually waved his hand, wearing a smile, while watching the ongoing battle, he said:

“The Ghost Market hasn’t been this lively in thousands of years. The last time was when an emperor entered the Ghost Market, causing the Maniac Gambler and Fatso to fight over him.

Now, what is the cause of Fatso and Bookworm throwing punches?”

Zhi quickly gave a respectful reply: “Pavilion Master Suan, after the arrival of the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge, the Ghost Market showed its true form for the first time, and guided this guest here.

To compete for this guest, the two Pavilion Masters started…”

“That’s outrageous!”

The old man’s expression grew cold and his imposing aura was instantly revealed. His eerie energy was like grasping shadows, making people feel uneasy.

“The guests are still here, and they dare to act rashly. They don’t have a shred of manners.”

Hearing this, Zhi sighed with relief and her face showed agreement.

But the next moment, the old man casually waved his hand, his usual demeanor resurfacing:

“In that case, I will receive our guest in my Calculation Pavilion for a short rest first. We will settle this once they finish fighting.”

Zhi’s expression stiffened again, and finally realised that the Suan Pavilion Master also intended to compete for Shen Yuan.

However, just as the old man started to make his move, a dice rolled out from an unknown place and stopped on the ground.

The dice tumbled on collision and finally came to rest before Shen Yuan, the side facing up displaying a number six.

In the ghost-like Gambling House, a sophisticated lady wearing a tight purple cheongsam and carrying a slender cigar gently walked out from the shadows. Her seductive voice melodiously echoed.

“The number is six; it seems this should be my Gambling House’s guest.”

“You’re full of shit!”

“You old gambler, always cheating!”

“I disagree!”

The three Pavilion Masters protested in unison. Even the Treasure House Master and the Magical Artifacts House Master ceased their fight, glaring angrily at the beautiful woman who had just appeared.

The atmosphere came to a standstill at that moment, and an invisible pressure subtly spread out.

All four pavilion masters were unyielding, not willing to give an inch. It seemed as though no one wanted to give up this first guest who appeared after the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge.

“What are you after?”

The person who asked was the mountain-like Treasure House Master.

His small, mung bean-like eyes kept scanning the other three Pavilion Masters.

“I want his storage ring, my innate abilities tell me that there must be good things inside.”

The Magical Artifacts House Master’s voice was soft and eerie:

“Considering his cultivation realm, he astonishingly knows about the Heavenly General and Earthly Destroyer Divine Power. This means he might have a spell for the transformation of Divine Skills, and holds a lower Divine Skill. I want the knowledge in his head.”

The Calculation Pavilion Master took a look at the shivering Bai Xue, he swallowed a lump of saliva, his complexion greedier than ever.

“All the rest is yours, I want that black cat!”

The Gambling House Master spoke with a beautiful smile:

“I am interested in his body. I have worn this skin for thousands of years, and I’m quite tired of it. It’s about time to change to a new skin.”

During their discussions, the four Pavilion Masters casually divided Shen Yuan without giving a second thought.

“Don’t you want to ask my opinion?”