Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 430 Ma Xianhong: My purple-gold gourd... is dirty!
The bead slowly rotated in the void, emitting an alluring red light, as if beckoning to him.

Meng Fan didn't urge him, but simply watched him leisurely. The Heavenly Dao Space was so quiet that Ma Xianhong's rapid breathing could be heard.

"Suck it!"

"If I...if I accept..."

Ma Xianhong swallowed hard, then suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a crazed light. "You have to grant me three conditions!"

"Oh?"

Meng Fan raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "Tell me about it."

"First, I want unlimited access to the materials in the Heavenly Treasure Vault!"

Ma Xianhong held up a finger, his voice trembling: "Second, I need some of the Serpent God's remains for research. Not too much, just a little will do! Third..."

He gritted his teeth. "Thirdly, after it's done, you have to let me take some time off!"

By the end, his voice was trembling with emotion, and Meng Fan couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his conflicted expression of wanting and fear.

"Alright, whatever you say." Meng Fan waved his hand, and the Muchen Pearl slowly floated towards Ma Xianhong. "However..."

Ma Xianhong had just caught the bead when he heard those two words and froze: "No...but what?"

“But you have to get the Purple Gold Red Gourd back from your sister first,” Meng Fan said with a smile. “That’s an important asset in the Heavenly Treasury of the Juntian Realm. As the head of the Divine Crafts Department, you have a responsibility to recover it.”

Ma Xianhong's face turned deathly pale instantly. He gripped the Muchen Pearl tightly, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

After a long while, it let out a shrill wail: "You might as well just kill me!"

Others may not know what kind of person his sister is, but doesn't he know?
A warehouse rat that specializes in stealing things from his divine craftsman's treasury, the kind that won't let go no matter what, getting food out of its mouth is harder than climbing to heaven.

Especially since she has the Four Corpse Ancestors backing her up, if she offends them, it won't just be a matter for her alone, but for the Four Corpse Ancestors plus her, a group of five, to rob the Divine Craftsmen Department.

After several days of hesitation.

Clutching the Muchen Pearl, Ma Xianhong stood tragically before the portal to the Ghost Blows Out the Light world, muttering to himself, "Damn it, why did she have to target me!"

He took a deep breath and, just as he stepped into the world of Ghost Blows Out the Light through the time portal, he bumped into his older sister who was gnawing on a chicken leg.

This is equivalent to facing the boss right from the start, and it's almost certainly Meng Fan who did it.

"Hey, isn't this the big monkey doll!" The older sister waved her greasy little hand, and a chicken bone landed squarely on Ma Xianhong's forehead. "What do you want from your older sister?"

Ma Xianhong's forehead veins throbbed, and he forced a smile: "Sister, that purple-gold gourd..."

"gourd?"

The older sister's eyes lit up, and she pulled a purple-gold gourd from her pocket and waved it around. "You mean this?"

There was a crooked note pasted on the gourd, with the words "For Elder Sister's Use Only" written in large characters. Ma Xianhong's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

"Sister, this gourd is an important magical artifact of the Heavenly Court..."

"I know, I know!"

The older sister waved her hand impatiently, "It's just a treasure that can attract people! I even attracted some spiders a few days ago, let me show you!"

"What, a spider?!"

Ma Xianhong was so angry he almost fainted. His painstakingly crafted purple-gold gourd had been filled with spiders!
His lips twitched, and he asked, "It's not the human-faced black snake from the Ghost Blows Out the Light world, is it?"

The older sister's eyes lit up: "That's right, how did you know?"

Ma Xianhong: "Tears streamed down my face."

My brother's gourd is dirty, and he suddenly doesn't want it anymore. What should I do?
To everyone's surprise, when the older sister fell down, there was only a puddle of liquid that had already turned into pus, mixed with a few round golden pills, which gurgled to the ground.

"Where's my little blue one?"

The older sister patted the gourd again, "Where did it go?"

Ma Xianhong's forehead creased with a "well" shape as he said helplessly, "Sister, do you know that the inside of this gourd is engraved with the Elixir-Containing Technique? It's specifically for holding elixirs. If an ordinary creature is put into it, it will turn into pus in no time!"

As soon as Ma Xianhong finished speaking, the older sister's face fell. Holding the purple-gold-red gourd, she muttered with tears in her eyes, "My little blue... my little blue is gone just like that?"

She suddenly looked up and glared fiercely at Ma Xianhong: "It's all your fault! If you hadn't come to ask for the gourd, my little blue wouldn't have died!"

Ma Xianhong almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Sister, what does this have to do with me! You were the one who wanted to pretend."

"I do not care!"

The older sister plopped down on the ground, kicking her short legs wildly like a spoiled child, yelling, "You'd better pay for my little blue gourd, or you can forget about getting this gourd back!"

Ma Xianhong had a splitting headache. He finally understood that his sister was determined to act like a rogue.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Sister, how about this... I'll trade you something else?"

"Something else?" The older sister's crying stopped abruptly, her eyes darting around. "What good stuff?"

Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and took out a crystal-clear bead from his pocket: "This is a 'water-repelling bead,' bred by the dragon seed Jiaotu. It allows you to breathe freely underwater and can also ward off water monsters. What do you think?"

The older sister glanced at it and curled her lip in disdain: "That's it? I don't care!"

Ma Xianhong's forehead veins throbbed as he pulled out a small, gleaming sword engraved with innate Daoist talismans: "And what about this 'Demon-Slaying Sword'? It can cut through iron like mud and is especially effective against evil spirits!"

The older sister shook her head again: "No, no, I have people protecting me, what use is this broken sword?"

Ma Xianhong was on the verge of collapse. He realized that his sister was deliberately making things difficult for him, so he gritted his teeth and asked directly, "Sister, what do you want? Just say it!"

The older sister chuckled, revealing a row of small white teeth: "I heard you recently acquired a 'Muchen Pearl'?"

Ma Xianhong's expression changed drastically. He took a step back and cautiously clutched the Muchen Pearl to his chest: "Don't even think about it! This was given to me by the Heavenly Dao Venerable!"

"Stingy!"

The older sister snorted, her eyes darting around, and suddenly leaned closer to Ma Xianhong, saying mysteriously, "How about this, you do me a favor, and I'll give the gourd back to you."

"What kind of help?" Ma Xianhong looked at her suspiciously.

The older sister lowered her voice: "I heard there's a treasure called 'Kunlun Divine Wood' in the ancient city of Jingjue. Li Chunfeng won't let me go this time, so I have no choice. How about you go and get it for me?"

Ma Xianhong was taken aback: "Kunlun Divine Tree? Isn't that something from legends?"

"Oh, since you're going to Jingjue Ancient City to complete your mission anyway, why don't you just grab it for me?" My sister blinked her big eyes, looking expectant. "Jiangchen said that thing can be combined with some kind of shamanic magic to create something different, something called symbiosis. She even promised to give me one to play with."

Ma Xianhong hesitated for a moment, thinking that since he was going to Jingjue Ancient City anyway, it wouldn't hurt to look for it while he was there. So he nodded: "Okay, I promise you."

"great!"

The older sister cheered and shoved the purple-gold gourd into Ma Xianhong's hand, saying, "Here's the gourd, remember my Kunlun Divine Wood!"

Ma Xianhong took the gourd and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he turned to leave, he suddenly felt something was amiss and turned back to ask, "Sister, how did you know I was going to the Jingjue Ancient City?"

The older sister waved her hand with a grin: "Because the Heavenly Dao Venerable told me, and he also said that if you dare to default on your debts, he will deduct your wages!"

Ma Xianhong: "..."

He finally realized that he had been tricked by Meng Fan and his sister. He gritted his teeth and gripped the gourd tightly, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, how can you betray your own subordinates like this?"

However, since things had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and proceed. Ma Xianhong sighed, turned around, and stepped into the void, heading towards the Jingjue Ancient City.

Behind me, my older sister's triumphant voice drifted from afar: "Little monkey, remember to come back soon! I'm waiting for your good news!"

Ma Xianhong stumbled and nearly fell from the air. He thought to himself, on the verge of tears: "If I'd known, I wouldn't have come."

at the same time.

Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Hu Bayi, and others also made preparations and embarked on their journey to the ancient city of Jingjue.

Before their departure, something quite interesting happened: Professor Chen Jiuren insisted on going with them, saying that he would rather die in the ancient city of Jingjue.

He would rather be buried in the ancient culture of the Western Regions than wait idly in his office.

Most importantly, he was afraid that Li Chunfeng and his men might damage the precious cultural relics and documents if they didn't handle them properly, so no matter what the director said, he insisted on going.

Faced with such a stubborn and unyielding individual, the warden had no choice but to add him in.

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Black Desert, a land forsaken by heaven.

Hu Bayi squinted, gazing at the black desert before him, known as the Sea of ​​Death.

Under the scorching sun, the sand reflected an eerie metallic sheen, and the heat waves in the distance distorted the horizon, as if countless transparent flames were dancing in the air.

"Old Hu, this place is really eerie." Fatty Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead; his water bottle was empty. "I heard that nine out of ten people who go in never come out."

Shirley Yang adjusted her goggles and took out a map from her backpack: "According to the information provided by Institute 211, the ancient city of Jingjue is located in the center of this desert. But the water source marked on the map..."

"It has mostly dried up."

Hu Bayi took the map and traced his finger across several markings. "The desert can move. Water sources from ten years ago may now be buried under sand dunes dozens of meters deep."

A gust of hot wind whipped up sand and hit their faces like countless tiny blades.

Hu Ba looked towards the front of the group, where Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng were standing on a sand dune, gazing into the distance. Their clothes remained motionless in the hot wind, as if they were isolated from the scorching environment.

“Those two Taoist priests haven’t drunk any water since they entered the desert,” Shirley Yang whispered. “Are they really human?”

Hu Bayi didn't answer; he knew all too well how amazing these two were.

"Advisor Li, Advisor Yuan, if this continues, our water supply won't last much longer!"

Upon hearing this, Li Chunfeng pointed directly to the ground, and there in the desert, a spring appeared out of nowhere, bubbling with water.

It seems that what they are so anxious about is nothing to others.

Hu Bayi quickly told everyone to fetch water, and then they rested for a while.

Meanwhile, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang continued their previous work, surveying the terrain.

"Brother Yuan, have you noticed anything?"

Yuan Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, his fingers constantly calculating, and then he said in a deep voice:
"The dragon vein here is severed, and the earth's energy is barren. Black sand obscures the sun in the Qian position, while a red evil spirit soars into the sky in the Kun position. The eight gates are dead and the four symbols are reversed, clearly a fierce and ominous formation where heaven and earth are upside down."

Li Chunfeng swept his hand across the sand, drawing the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. The sand grains arranged themselves, revealing strange trigrams.

"Brother Yuan, look, the sand whirls like a gnawing beast in the Xu and Hai positions, this is the Earth Gate Devouring Soul; the Qi stagnates and forms miasma between Xun and Li, this is the Wind and Fire Calamity. Moreover, there is..."

He suddenly stopped, pointing to a winding black line in the distance, "That mysterious magnetic black mountain has a strange shape, resembling a dragon but not quite, more like..."

"The viper has taken human form!"

Yuan Tiangang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light. "The Book of Burial says: 'When sand moves in the shape of a snake, it will surely bring calamity. The dragon vein terrain of this Black Desert is like a poisonous sore hidden in the dragon's belly, absorbing the energy of the Kunlun dragon vein as its sustenance.'"

"A true dragon harbors a poisonous dragon within its belly. A poisonous sand serpent attempted to ascend to heaven, but was instead severed in two, transforming into two venomous snakes. The dragon's blood, carrying the aura of absolute malevolence, permeated the earth, making it both malevolent and poisonous."

"Abandoned by Heaven and hated by Earth, its feng shui is extremely treacherous; it is truly a first-rate place of calamity!"

Li Chunfeng turned around and called out to Hu Bayi and the others, "The ancient city of Jingjue is right in front of us."

Upon hearing this, Hu Bayi and the others quickly packed their belongings and followed.

As Wang Pangzi walked, he muttered to himself, "What are those two Taoist priests talking about? I can't understand a word they're saying."

Shirley Yang whispered, "They're analyzing the feng shui of this place, and it sounds like things aren't going well."

Hu Bayi gripped the compass tightly. The needle spun wildly, completely losing its direction. His heart sank: "The magnetic field here is indeed chaotic; even the compass is malfunctioning."

As the saying goes, "Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and it took the group half a day to finally reach the side of Cishan Mountain.

Just as everyone was wondering how much longer it would take, Yuan Tiangang's deep voice suddenly came from ahead: "We've arrived."

The group quickly followed and climbed a tall sand dune. When Hu Bayi stood at the top of the dune, the sight before him made him gasp for breath.

The ruins of an ancient city, half-buried in yellow sand, lie quietly in the center of the basin. The city walls, built of black megaliths, gleam eerily under the blazing sun. The city is laid out in a radial pattern, with a stepped pyramid-shaped building at the center, the outline of some kind of circular structure faintly visible at the top.

"This is the ancient city of Jingjue?!" Shirley Yang's voice trembled slightly.

Yuan Tiangang sneered, "Your tiny country can only be built like this."

"nonsense!"

Professor Chen suddenly pushed away Shirley Yang, who was supporting him, and staggered forward a few steps. Tears welled up in his cloudy eyes. "This is a treasure of human civilization!"

(End of this chapter)