Chapter 118 Ziya Sells Noodles
One hour later, Spirit Pearl wiped the bloodstains off his face with his sleeve and took a pill to calm the turmoil in his blood.
With a simply crafted Purple Gold Head Ring hooked on his right index finger, he walked to the side of Ling He Perfected, who was meditating, and laughed, "I didn’t expect these Jie Sect people to carry so many treasures. With this Purple Gold Head Ring, the barriers of the Immortal Path are as nothing. Brother, you can’t suppress me any longer."
Ling He Perfected smiled wryly, though inside he murmured with resentment: I risked my life to protect you, and now that you’ve got a treasure, you disregard me as your senior brother.
But these thoughts stayed unspoken in Ling He’s heart; he dared not reveal them, let alone confront his murderous junior brother in a duel.
Looking at the bodies strewn around, his eyes twitched as the scent of blood kept the forest beasts at bay.
"Junior brother, during your battle with them, it seemed you used a spell like a talisman seal. I remember the master never taught that."
"Of course, he didn’t teach it." Spirit Pearl kicked a large stone beside him into pieces. "That stingy old man wouldn’t give me the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover. If he weren’t so tight-fisted, the Nezha issue would’ve been solved long ago. Why waste so much effort?"
Thinking of Nezha, his blood-red eyes were filled with venom.
He huffed coldly and continued, "Fortunately, this body isn’t ordinary; three Innate Dao Marks are carved on the dragonified spine, all of which are murderous techniques. Now that I’ve formed a Golden Core, I am qualified to unlock one of them. The next time I see Nezha, I’ll reclaim my Fire-tipped Spear and make him kneel before me and beg for mercy!"
So that’s how it is!