novelHire Chapter 1220 Ning Ruan's Compensation
Chapter 1220 Ning Ruan's Compensation
"Although I don't have a very good impression of the Illusionary Phantom Clan, it was unintentional to destroy your passenger ship. Consider this spirit stone as an apology. I will pay for the spirit stone needed to repair the passenger ship."
Above the passenger ship, the girl's clear voice echoed distinctly in the ears of every cultivator.
The steward of the passenger ship, who was still feeling like the sky had fallen, stared blankly at the storage ring that had fallen from the sky into his hand.
He opened his mouth, then looked down at the passenger boat that was about to be split in two, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Too scary!
boom--
The old woman, supporting the Dragon Spirit Pearl with one hand, stared intently into the direction where Ning Ruan had spoken, her cloudy eyes gleaming.
She raised her hand and delivered a fatal blow.
Under the violent energy, the originally intact top of the boat was also directly destroyed.
However, Ningruan was not present.
Enraged, she was about to strike again.
How could the steward of the passenger boat possibly sit still?
He rushed forward and respectfully pleaded, "My lord, please don't act. Ning Ruan must still have the painting in her possession. If you anger her..."
He didn't say the rest.
But the meaning is very clear.
That painting could kill Wang Xuan of the Shadow Clan.
And why couldn't I kill the one in front of me?
If they had previously doubted the rumor that a painting had killed Wang Xuan.
Now that they have witnessed the power of the painting with their own eyes, they no longer have any doubts.
"roll!"
The old woman shouted angrily.
The steward of the passenger boat was so shocked that he was sent flying backward.
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
There was no resentment whatsoever; on the contrary, seeing that the other party had no intention of making another move, he finally felt relieved.
He's just a little injured, nothing serious.
The passenger boat must not be destroyed.
There were also powerful members of the Illusionary Tong Clan guarding the boat.
But he was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
If this person insists on making a move, none of the cultivators on the passenger ship can stop him.
"I want the room with the most abundant spiritual energy. All light-elemental spirit masters on the ship with Nascent Soul cultivation or above, come in."
The old woman didn't make another move. She simply scanned her surroundings with a hateful gaze. Still finding no trace of Ning Ruan, she turned to the remaining cultivators and gave them an order.
An order, of course, cannot be disobeyed.
Ning Ruan was not afraid of such a powerful figure, but the other cultivators were.
Especially since the other party was in a fit of rage.
“The room where Young Master Ling Zhu used to stay had the best spirit-gathering array.”
The steward of the passenger boat had already stood up. After taking some medicine, he managed to stabilize his injuries and respectfully reported back.
The Moon Goddess didn't look at him again.
The figure holding Long Lingzhu suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"Please, senior members of the Light Element, lend a hand to save my young master."
Long Li stood in the corridor, his tone much more tactful than that of Granny Yue.
However, after that previous strike, he was no longer standing with the two protectors.
But because they got too close, they still got injured.
Therefore, his face was unusually pale.
"...Your young master was injured by the strange fire. Although that lord rescued him in time, his injuries were too severe and probably cannot be cured by healing magic."
A female cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage stepped forward with a composed expression.
Long Li looked at the other party. He was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. To him, a Nascent Soul cultivator was a senior.
Even a light-elemental cultivator who is not good at fighting could be killed by the opponent with the help of a spiritual weapon if the difference in their cultivation level is too great.
The respect due to nature must be given.
"Please help me, senior, as this is my master's order."
The female cultivator of the Light element: "..." This is a threat.
Before she could speak.
The old woman's voice came again, "Do you all really need me to come and invite you personally?"
"Or are you perhaps light-based beings who think I can't tell?"
"I'm not negotiating with you. Either come in and save people, or die."
"..."
Well, they've really stopped pretending.
They immediately started making blatant threats.
The three Nascent Soul stage Light Elemental Masters could only grimace as they were forced to go in and rescue the people.
They left with extreme reluctance.
At this moment, I feel incredibly regretful.
I only regret that I didn't leave sooner.
I wish I hadn't watched this spectacle.
Long Li also left with the three of them.
Seeing that the great man of the Jiao clan had no further instructions, dozens of streaks of light immediately departed.
The boat manager could only sigh as he watched.
Now that things have come to this, those who can run will definitely run.
Of course, most of them were cultivators whose cultivation level was too low, or who were unable to leave on their own for various reasons, so they had to fly back to the passenger ship.
"Sigh, that slash was indeed accurate. Not only did it not hurt any innocent people, but even the rooms on the passenger ship were not damaged."
"Fellow Daoist, are you out of your mind? How dare you say such a thing?"
"...Ahem, that sir probably didn't notice,"
"..."
The cultivators who returned to their rooms, even though they were strangers to each other, couldn't help but sigh at the undeniable crack on the boat.
The sighs subsided slightly after someone pointed in the direction of the great dragon clan member.
"Ugh……"
Even the boat manager couldn't help but sigh.
Only after the crowd had dispersed did he have time to channel his divine sense into the storage ring on his hand.
It was originally just a casual, subconscious exploration.
After all, Ning Ruan has a bad reputation; can we really expect her to pay compensation?
Then, the steward was struck as if by lightning, and shuddered violently.
Those eyes, which had been dulled by injury and fright, suddenly widened, the pupils contracted, the mouth opened slightly involuntarily, and even the breath stopped for a moment.
"This...this, this, this..."
He withdrew his consciousness in disbelief.
They probed in again.
Take it back.
They probed in again.
"hiss--"
The steward gasped sharply, his voice trembling, and his hands holding the storage ring shook like leaves in the wind.
"What's wrong with you? What's in your storage ring? Is it worth looking like this?"
A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Illusionary Phantom Clan stood opposite the steward. Without the threat from that lord, he originally intended to discuss future matters with the steward.
As a result, we saw him acting like he was having a fit.
"Too much!" the steward exclaimed, his voice trembling.
The Nascent Soul cultivator frowned. "You've never seen anything like it, just a few spirit stones?"
He certainly didn't think Ningruan could really pay much in compensation.
She is very wealthy; you can tell just by looking at her spending at auctions.
She has no shortage of spirit stones.
Even if they're not doing badly, there's no need to actually compensate them.
After all, the Huan Tong clan and Ning Ruan... don't have a very harmonious relationship.
"No, that's not it." The manager had already taken back the spirit stones and pointed to the storage ring in his hand. "You'll see when you take a look."
Nascent Soul cultivator: "..."
Since the storage ring was handed to him, he naturally had to take a look.
So the next moment, he knew why the manager was acting strangely.
Piles of spiritual stones.
There were ten jade boxes and caskets of different sizes, neatly stacked up.
And several pieces of ore and spirit wood that shimmered with different luster.
This compensation... is surprisingly good!
He carefully took out one of the jade boxes.
The person in charge immediately turned his gaze towards them.
The moment the jade box was opened, an incomparably pure and vibrant wood-attribute spiritual energy rushed out.
"This is... Purple Cloud Wood?" The steward swallowed hard.
The Nascent Soul cultivator forced himself to remain calm and nodded. "It's a thousand-year-old Purple Cloud Wood. With this wood, the repair of the passenger ship's formation will be no problem."
Manager: "!!!"
It's more than just no problem.
It can definitely be better!
This is the Purple Cloud Wood that so many array masters would love to get their hands on, but it's priceless and unavailable!