Nan Gong Hen stood on the fourth mountain in the sky. There was a gigantic statue that was shining with a dark silver light and was about 300 feet tall. There was a hesitant look on his face.
The presence exuded by the statue far surpassed that of its kind in the first mountain. Not only was its body much stronger, it was also filled with a terrifying presence. There were a lot of scars on its body, and they gave off an air of age.
The statue held a gigantic battle axe in its hand. That axe was about 100 feet long, and the murderous aura spreading out from it made Nan Gong Hen not dare get too close to it.
'This Dark Bronze Spirit of Nine Yin is the strongest existence in the fourth mountain. Very few people can take it down. From what I know, it has only come out eight times over the years!
'Once we reach the fifth layer, it's the Silver Spirit of Nine Yin. But even if the Silver Spirit of Nine Yin is stronger than the Dark Bronze Spirit, the fifth layer is just the initial stage. It's not that different from the strongest Dark Bronze Spirit … But the price he offered for the statue in the fourth layer … is just too ridiculous. It's even more expensive than the fifth layer!' Nan Gong Hen was incredibly hesitant. His original plan was to go to the fifth layer, but once he saw the Dark Bronze statue, he found it hard to make a decision once again.
As he hesitated, Nan Gong Hen looked at the ground under the mountain. From there, he could vaguely see the third, second, and first mountains.
'Oh well, I'll go to the fifth mountain and take a look before I make my decision!' Nan Gong Hen gritted his teeth. He could not bear to leave the statue and walked towards the top of the mountain.
'Ah, the difference between Realms and wealth. I'm hesitating on whether to go to the fourth or the fifth mountain, but Mo Su must have only offered up the Spirit of Nine Yin from the second mountain. After all, if I don't make ample preparations, it'll be difficult for me to offer it up from the third mountain.' Nan Gong Hen mumbled. He felt slightly pleased with himself, and with that pride, he managed to wash away some of the gloom he felt just now.
'Once my ancestor takes down the Spirit of Nine Yin, then at the very least, the difference between us will be reversed!' Nan Gong Hen smiled faintly, and his mood became much better.
At that moment, Su Ming was walking up the stairs with a calm expression on his face on the second mountain. There were fewer statues on the second mountain compared to the first. There were only about a hundred of them. The armor on the statues' bodies was much more complete, and they also had more weapons.
The mighty pressure spreading out from their bodies was also slightly stronger than the pressure from the first mountain. By the looks of it, while they might not have reached the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, they should be around the peak of the initial stage.
There were less than ten Shamans on the second mountain, and most of them had dark expressions on their faces. They moved around the statues, as if they were hesitating about which one they should choose.
Su Ming casually chose a statue and placed his right hand on it. After a moment, he lifted his right hand, and a glint appeared in his eyes.
"Five-thousand high-grade magic crystals a day … one month would be one hundred and fifty thousand. If we stay here for a couple of months, we would need hundreds of thousands of magic crystals. People from small clans wouldn't even dare to think about such a price. Even middle-scale clans would have to grit their teeth to rent this place.
"I've also increased the supply of Scattering Dusts. I'll need three every seven days." Su Ming remembered the small Shaman Crystal mine that White Bull Tribe and Black Crane Tribe were fighting over. There were less than twenty thousand Shaman Crystals there, and there should be even fewer high-grade crystals there. Even if they extracted all of them and brought them here, they might not be able to get the Spirit of Nine Yin to follow them for four days.
'No wonder the person who got the Nine Abyss Flower from the stone gambling didn't come to rent the Spirit of Nine Yin. The price … is just too great! 'But in other words, Scattering Dusts will definitely be hard to get here even if it costs tens of thousands of Shaman Crystals. Besides, while the value of one might be high, if I can bring out three at once, then the value will increase exponentially.' Su Ming's heart pounded in his chest, and he walked towards the top of the second mountain.
He did not stop along the way. Instead, he charged straight to the top and stepped into the Relocation Rune there. As the Rune shone, Su Ming disappeared inside. When he reappeared, he was already at the top of the third mountain.
There were less than a hundred statues in the third mountain. They looked to be around eighty to ninety of them, and the armor on each of them practically covered their entire bodies. Most of them were complete, and they were around two hundred feet tall. They looked like small hills, and the pressure they exuded made Su Ming's breathing quicken.
The strength of that pressure far surpassed what Tie Mu had felt. In fact, it was even stronger than the pressure he felt from the Poison Corpse in the initial stage of the Berserker Soul Realm.
'Could it be … that the ones here are existences equivalent to those in the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm? If that's true, then the ones in the fourth mountain will be at the peak of the middle stage of the Berserker Soul Realm, and the ones in the fifth mountain … will be at the later stage of the Berserker Soul Realm?
'If that's the case, then the sixth, seventh, and even the ninth mountain … Just what sort of level of cultivation will they have?!' Su Ming walked on the third mountain. Not counting him, there were six other Shamans standing beside different statues, as if they were communicating with them. When Su Ming walked out of the third mountain and was less than a hundred feet away from it, the mountain suddenly trembled. Su Ming immediately saw a gigantic statue coming back to life. Once it opened its eyes, it lifted its head and let out a roar towards the sky.
That roar shook the sky and earth, causing the air around it to distort and ripple. Soon after, the statue flew up and swung the gigantic halberd in its hand in midair. The presence spreading out from its body immediately made Su Ming feel a great pressure.
As the statue flew up, a slender man with long hair dressed in a blue robe also flew up. With a long string of laughter, the man moved and stood on the statue's shoulder. The statue did not seem to mind. It turned around and turned into a long arc that brought the man down to the exit.
The anticipation in Su Ming's heart grew stronger. He took a few brisk steps forward, and once he arrived at the top of the third mountain, he stepped into the Relocation Rune. As he disappeared, the Rune shone, and the entire third mountain could see it. Three of the remaining people lifted their heads and looked over. Their expressions remained the same, and not much change could be seen on their faces.
After all, there were some people who would still try to go to a higher layer to take a look before they left even though they could not offer more treasures. They had seen quite a lot of people like this before.
When Su Ming appeared on the fourth mountain, Nan Gong Hen, who was on the fifth mountain, was looking at a statue that was 400 feet tall. It was no longer black in color, but was now as white as silver. There were some fine runic symbols on the statue's armor, and it looked incredibly beautiful and extraordinary.
Based on its appearance alone, this statue seemed to be much better than the one in the fourth layer.
'Twenty-five thousand Shaman Crystals a day, and I have to pay for at least ninety days in one go … or I have to pay for some items that are rare even in the World of Nine Yin … This price is a little more reasonable. It's much cheaper than the one in the fourth layer. That one in the fourth layer actually asked for thirty thousand Shaman Crystals a day! And I have to pay for at least one hundred and eighty days in one go. ' Nan Gong Hen automatically ignored the other requirements for renting the statue besides Shaman Crystals. To him, Shaman Crystals were the most important.
As he was observing the statue, he also noticed the Relocation Light coming from the third mountain. He turned his head around and cast a glance at it, then no longer bothered himself with it. Instead, he walked towards the next statue in the mountain. He wanted to choose the one with the cheapest price and whose abilities were about the same.
'It's a pity that the Spirits of Nine Yin are each more arrogant than the last. They don't give any room for negotiation when they ask for a price. If I try to bargain with them, they won't even reply. They'll just ignore me.' Nan Gong Hen shook his head.
Including Su Ming, there were only three people choosing their Spirits of Nine Yin on the fourth mountain. One of them was on the other side of the mountain, and the other was standing beside the three hundred something feet tall, scarred, and dark silver statue that Nan Gong Hen had been struggling against previously. That person also had a hesitant look on his face.
That person was an old man. By the looks of it, he was a Medial Shaman at the peak of the mountain, and he was only one step away from becoming a Latter Shaman. He looked at the statue and sighed.
Su Ming walked on the fourth mountain and looked at the statues that were much taller than the ones in the third mountain. There were even fewer statues in this place. There were less than fifty of them.
As he moved forward, his gaze was immediately attracted by a statue that was completely covered in scars when he reached the mountainside. That statue was the one Nan Gong Hen had seen previously, and it was also the source of the old man's sigh.
Su Ming walked towards the statue slowly and looked at it calmly. The area around the statue was empty. There were no other statues around it. He stood there alone, and the scars on his armor showed just how many people he had killed in his life. The murderous aura spreading out from the gigantic battle axe made Su Ming's pupils shrink.
The old man cast Su Ming a glance, then ignored him. Instead, as he hesitated, he began to struggle even more.
Once Su Ming got closer, he lifted his right hand and pressed it against the statue. The instant his hand touched the statue, a hoarse voice immediately echoed in his head.
"30,000 Shaman Crystals a day. If you want me to protect you, then you will have to offer 180 days worth of Shaman Crystals in one go. If you agree, then the danger you run into must be within my power and not exceed it." The voice only said one sentence, and once it finished speaking, it turned into lingering echoes and disappeared.
Su Ming was momentarily stunned. This was the first time he met a Spirit of Nine Yin who had only stated the number of Shaman Crystals he wanted, but did not ask for the same amount of medicinal pills.
As Su Ming remained in a daze, the old man by his side seemed to have made his decision. He had thought about it for a long time. After all, this was a huge sum. 30,000 Shaman Crystals a day, and 180 days would be equivalent to five million something superior Shaman Crystals. This was an incredibly large sum of money to a big tribe, and they would definitely not bring it out easily.
Once he made his decision, the old man no longer bothered with Su Ming. He lifted his right hand and pressed it against the statue, as if he was communicating with the Spirit of Nine Yin. After a moment, light immediately shone at the spots where the eyes of the gigantic statue should be, and a powerful presence instantly spread out from its body. That presence swept through the area like a vortex, causing its body to recover rapidly.
"I am the number one general on this level. If you choose me, it will be much better than if you choose my fellow clansmen on the fifth level," said Meng Hao. A buzzing voice came out of the statue's mouth with loud booming sounds. This was the first time Su Ming saw a statue speak, and a brilliant light instantly shone in his eyes.
As the old man's face filled with excitement, Su Ming suddenly sent a wave of his divine sense into the reviving statue's body.
"If it's Scattering Dusts, how are you going to calculate it?"
"There will be no eruption this week. Please forgive me, everyone. I will go back on Monday, and from Tuesday onwards, the eruption will continue until the beginning of the month! "(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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