Chapter 112: They Probably Won't Make Any Sense of It Either (Combined Chapters)

As Jiang Yan and his companions stepped into the council hall, the Pig Demon Chieftain was already seated prominently at the main seat.

The Pig Demon Chieftain’s laughter boomed like thunder. “Ha ha ha, Chief Li, it seems today’s wind has blown you right to my door, hasn’t it?”

His tone was teasing, yet his eyes gleamed with shrewd intelligence.

“Chief Zhu, I’m here to discuss a business deal with you,” Li Dabao replied loudly and clearly.

“Oh, honored guest! Please, take a seat,” the Pig Demon Chieftain said warmly, waving his hand to invite Li Dabao to sit. Then, turning his gaze to Jiang Yan and Yun Yun, he asked with curiosity, “And who might these two be?”

“Oh, they are two fellow travelers and friends of mine, here to pay a visit to your esteemed territory,” Li Dabao introduced.

“Friends of Chief Li are my esteemed guests as well! Please, make yourselves comfortable,” the Pig Demon Chieftain said politely on the surface while secretly appraising Jiang Yan and Yun Yun.

These two clearly carried an extraordinary aura.

Jiang Yan nodded slightly and took a seat, with Yun Yun doing the same at another spot.

He glanced around the vast council hall. The walls were adorned with lavish decorations, but what caught the eye most were several family portraits of the Pig Demon clan hanging on the walls.

The paintings depicted the Pig Demon Chieftain surrounded by several beautiful concubines, with the chieftain standing prominently in the center.

Tsk, this Pig Demon Chieftain was truly self-absorbed.

The chieftain sipped his fragrant tea lightly, his eyes flashing with a keen glint as he inquired curiously, “So, what kind of business are you here to discuss?”

“Chief Zhu, as you know, our mountain range was stripped bare overnight. All the spiritual bamboo there withered away. You mentioned before that you have spiritual bamboo here. Is that true?”

“Of course it’s true, as long as you can offer treasures in exchange,” the chieftain replied.

“Since it’s a trade, I wouldn’t want you to suffer losses. Your share of treasures is assured. But may we first go and see the spiritual bamboo?”

Upon hearing this, a flicker of hesitation appeared in the chieftain’s eyes.

Those spiritual bamboos were newly transplanted and still deep within the mountains. If they wished to see them, they would have to go into the mountains.

Noticing the chieftain’s hesitation, Li Dabao spoke in a timely manner, “We have brought treasures for you to inspect first. If you find them unsatisfactory, we will leave immediately. Chief Zhu, how does that sound?”

At these words, the chieftain’s eyes brightened. That would do perfectly.

He said eagerly, “Chief Li, please, quickly show me your treasures!”

Li Dabao smiled faintly and gave Jiang Yan a knowing glance.

Jiang Yan understood and lightly waved his hand. In his palm appeared a fairy herb emitting a gentle purple glow.

This was the Purple Heart Fairy Grass, a top-grade immortal herb previously gifted by Master Xuan Zhenzi.

“This is the Purple Heart Fairy Grass. It enhances spiritual power and accelerates cultivation. This is a top-grade herb, obtained by a fortunate coincidence, and cannot be found anywhere on the Xuantian Continent. Chief Zhu, are you interested?” Jiang Yan’s words carried a subtle allure.

A greedy glint flashed in the chieftain’s eyes as he stared intently at the herb, his breathing quickening.

Such a treasure was undoubtedly a tremendous temptation for him.

He had already cast aside the black-clothed woman’s earlier instructions; after all, she only told him to have someone check the mountain. What clue could they possibly discern? They wouldn’t understand anything.

“Ha ha ha, Chief Li, it’s settled then. Don’t regret this decision,” the chieftain said, his large nostrils flaring as he greedily inhaled the faint scent of the Purple Heart Fairy Grass.

His face, covered with coarse flesh, broke into a grin like a blooming wild chrysanthemum, his huge tusks gleaming coldly, eyes nearly squinting shut.

Li Dabao smiled and responded in a deep voice, “Chief Zhu, rest assured. Now that we’re here, we will carry through with our word, without any regret. Please lead us to see the spiritual bamboo.”

“Follow me, everyone.”

With a wave of his hand, the massive chieftain rose from his broad chair. His thick body trembled with the movement like a moving mountain.

He strode swiftly toward the council hall’s exit.

Jiang Yan and the others immediately followed closely behind.

After about half an hour, they arrived at a treasure land rich in spiritual energy, where numerous strange spirit plants grew tall and lush, radiating vibrant life.

Yet the only puzzling thing was that none of these plants looked like spiritual bamboo.

Li Dabao asked with uncertainty, “Chief Zhu, where is the spiritual bamboo?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll see it soon,” the chieftain chuckled and waved his large hand. Ahead, a vast patch of lush spiritual bamboo came into view.

Jiang Yan’s gaze swiftly swept over the bamboo forest. The stalks were bright green, each emitting a faint bamboo fragrance that was fresh and pleasant.

A rough estimate put the number of spiritual bamboo stalks at over two hundred.

Li Dabao’s eyes widened at the sight.

He wondered when these bamboos had been planted here.

After all, the Pig Demon clan did not consume spiritual bamboo.

Could they possess some prophetic ability?

Had they foreseen that the Xuan Bamboo clan would come to purchase spiritual bamboo?

Recalling Jiang Yan’s instructions, Li Dabao tentatively asked, “Chief Zhu, may we enter to take a closer look?”

“Feel free. You will be satisfied with the spiritual bamboo here,” the chieftain replied with a smile.

Li Dabao, Jiang Yan, and Yun Yun then walked into the bamboo forest together.

Jiang Yan observed the surroundings carefully. He noticed a large stone beside one bamboo stalk, and other stones of various shapes beneath the other bamboos, seeming deliberate rather than accidental.

A spark of insight flashed in Jiang Yan’s eyes as he silently memorized the locations of these stones.

Suddenly, Li Dabao said to the chieftain, “Chief Zhu, it seems these spiritual bamboos are not yet ready for harvest. Looks like we need to wait a few more days.”

“Oh? Really? I thought they were already mature, ha ha ha,” the chieftain said with a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

It was strange; the person from the Xuan Bamboo clan had said these bamboos would mature soon.

By the timeline, they should have been mature now!

But after all, he was not from the Xuan Bamboo clan and had limited knowledge of spiritual bamboo. He really couldn’t judge their maturity.

He was not the type to let a cooked duck fly away. Having already seen the top-grade fairy grass, he would not let it slip away.

The chieftain pondered for a moment before suggesting, “How about this—you hand over the fairy grass first, and come back to collect the bamboos when they mature?”

Li Dabao feigned hesitation and said, “Chief Zhu, that might not be quite appropriate.”

The chieftain stomped his foot, pretending to be angry.

“Don’t you trust me?”

The atmosphere instantly grew tense, as if a storm was about to erupt.

At that moment, the youngest, Yun Yun, stepped forward fearlessly, staring the chieftain down.

“You pighead, what, you still want to cheat us? Are we that familiar? Why should we trust you won’t take the fairy grass and not give us the spiritual bamboo?”

The chieftain retorted indignantly, “You little girl, men are discussing matters here; you have no right to interrupt. Chief Li, what do you say?”

Li Dabao did not back down. “Chief Zhu, we should wait until the spiritual bamboo matures before exchanging.”

Upon hearing this, the chieftain’s eyes nearly squinted into slits. He clapped his hands forcefully, and a dozen pig demon guards appeared.

“If that’s the case, don’t blame me for taking it by force. You’re delivering it to me yourselves.”

Yun Yun looked at the chieftain with disdain and spat, “Ptooey, you shameless pighead.”

“Seize them! Make sure they hand over the fairy grass!” the chieftain ordered.

His fat, big-eared guards brandished large broadswords and charged fiercely at Jiang Yan and the others.

Li Dabao sprang forward without hesitation, engaging the guards in battle.

Jiang Yan drew the Ink Evil Sword from his spatial ring. With a flash, a black-and-blue longsword appeared before them.

Seeing such a treasured sword, the chieftain’s eyes lit up with greed.

He thought to himself: What a fine sword!

This treasure sword was no less valuable than the Purple Heart Fairy Grass. If it could be added to my collection, nothing could be better.

Jiang Yan crossed his hands and whistled toward the Ink Evil Sword, his tone teasing.

“You’re already a mature sword. Go, take them down. But don’t kill; I still have questions to ask.”

“Yes, Master! Can I suck their blood?” the sword’s voice echoed in Jiang Yan’s mind.

“You like pig’s blood too? Don’t suck too much—leave some flesh. I want them alive.”

“Understood, Master!”

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