Cultivation: I have an equipment slot

Chapter 170 is a smart one

Zhang Yan did not fly alone.

Instead, he was taken along by Mo Changqing. Although his flying speed wasn't slow, it was still far inferior to that of these Golden Core cultivators.

However, they hadn't been gone for very long.

Zhang Yan's face immediately turned ugly.

"what happened?"

Perhaps noticing that Zhang Yan's expression was not quite right, Mo Changqing quickly asked.

“Before I came, I specifically instructed them not to move around, and I even left some supernatural powers in their bodies. But it seems they are still moving, and quite quickly at that.” Zhang Yan’s voice was somewhat deep.

"run?

It's just the Foundation Establishment stage anyway, where can it possibly go?

"Let's go take a look first." Mo Changqing and the others didn't pay much attention to Zhang Yan's words.

After all, the fishman's strength was too low. In such a short time, even without Zhang Yan's supernatural abilities to locate it, it wouldn't be able to escape the grasp of a Golden Core cultivator.

It has to be said that the speed of the Golden Core stage is indeed fast.

It took Zhang Yan almost half a day to leave the fishman's village, but he arrived at the Golden Core stage in less than half an hour.

however……

In such a short time, the fishman's village had been destroyed.

A scene of ruins.

The already dilapidated house had been completely crushed, and there were traces of a fierce magical battle everywhere. Zhang Yan even found traces of the spell he had cast on the talisman he left for the old fishman.

It can be seen.

These mermen must have encountered a powerful enemy, and after activating his talisman, they fled for their lives.

"Sect Leader." Zhang Yan quickly looked at Mo Changqing.

“It looks like those mermen are in danger. Let’s go find them!” Mo Changqing said quickly after finishing his sentence.

His tone was anxious as he spoke.

These are all assets of the Qingheng Sect!

We absolutely cannot allow anything to happen.

Therefore, Mo Changqing was also very anxious.

As for Lei Kunhai and Zhuge Wan, needless to say, they came here for the benefits, didn't they?

How do the benefits come about?
They must have gotten it from the murlocs. Now that the murlocs are being hunted down, they are filled with righteous indignation, especially Lei Kunhai, who has already rolled up his sleeves and is ready to fight.

“I’ll give you directions,” Zhang Yan said to Mo Changqing.

"Good~"

Mo Changqing nodded, then with a wave of his sleeve, he immediately swept Zhang Yan up and transformed into a streak of light, speeding away. Zhuge Wan and Lei Kunhai were also quite fast.

He followed behind with long strides.

……

at the same time.

In the big swamp.

The old murloc was leading a group of murlocs in a desperate escape. A hint of despair crept into his dead fish eyes, for the murlocs already lived in an extremely difficult environment.

I never imagined it would be even worse now!

They finally found a place where even dogs wouldn't come to live in peace, but unexpectedly, a dragon came and ate many of their people.

Fortunately, the dragon was clearly a juvenile. They originally wanted to kill the dragon directly, hoping that by obtaining its skin and blood, they, the fish-men, might also be able to transform into dragon-men.

But it never expected this.

Although the dragon was only a juvenile, it was quite powerful and managed to escape from its grasp.

Then they brought along this terrifying two-legged monkey.

Fortunately, the two-legged monkeys didn't kill them outright; instead, they proposed a deal.

Ha ha……

Do you really think those merfolk are fools? What kind of trade is this? It's just slavery, isn't it?

Just like those frogmen who enslaved them!
However, the food that the two-legged monkey gave us was really delicious. For the sake of this food, it's not that I wouldn't become a slave, or that I wouldn't cooperate with him in trade.

But no sooner had those two-legged monkeys left than they ran into the frogmen!
If it weren't for the talisman given to him by that two-legged monkey, their entire village might have been wiped out.

At this moment, although it had escaped with its people, but...

Looking at the frogmen clinging closely behind them, the old fishman's face showed even more despair.

"The elderly, women, and children stay; the young and strong must leave quickly!" The old fishman had no choice but to give the order to his people.

The reason for allowing the elderly, women and children to stay is...

That's because they move slowly, and if the young and strong die, the elderly, women, and children in this swamp will also be doomed.

Only if the able-bodied young warriors survive will the tribe have hope.

No one objected to the old fishman's order; they...

I'm already used to this command.

And they also knew that this was indeed the best choice.

The able-bodied young soldiers continued to accelerate, while the elderly, weak, women, and children silently stopped, then looked at the frogmen with resolute eyes.

Unlike the fish-men, these frogmen are blue-green in color and look like upright, walking frogs. They also have very strong, muscular bodies.

Moreover, each of these frogmen carries different equipment, and in fact, there are frogmen in their ranks who are fully armored, wielding spears and riding seahorses.

The seahorse looked quite peculiar, as it was able to fly in the air.

These frogmen had cold, stern faces, like unsmiling, iron-blooded warriors. Whenever they captured a fishman, they would pierce through his body without hesitation with their bone spears.

Finally, he even ostentatiously hoisted the fishman's body onto his shoulders.

"You guys leave quickly!"

The old fishman glanced at the battlefield behind him.

Relying solely on the elderly, women, and children, it was impossible to resist the frogmen's actions, or even to stop them. Therefore, after giving orders to the elite warriors, the old fishman turned around himself.

Look at those frogmen.

Although these frogmen are fierce, most of them are only at the Qi Refining stage, except for the frogman riding the seahorse, who is a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

As the old merman turned around, the frogmen's expressions also became serious. They did not rush forward, but instead cautiously surrounded the old merman.

It seems they intend to surround and kill the old murloc.

"Damn frogmen, we've already gone this far, yet you still want to wipe us out!" The old fishman waved his hands in the air, and blue ice crystals appeared in the sky, shooting towards the frogmen.

"Wow~" A strong frogman was accidentally grazed by blue ice crystals, and his whole body was instantly frozen, turning him into an ice sculpture.

Although this old fishman was relatively weak, he was still a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so defeating a Qi Refining frogman was a piece of cake for him.

Seeing this, the frogmen became even more cautious.

But that was all, because the frogman riding the seahorse moved.

It didn't even make a direct move; instead, it hurled the white, blood-stained spear in its hand.

The white spear blurred in the air for a moment, then appeared in front of the old merman and pierced through his body.

Finally, he was firmly pinned to a tree.

"It's over, it's all over. Actually, it's better to be dead." The old murloc turned around with difficulty, glanced at the elite murloc warriors who had already fled, and a trace of relief appeared in his dead fish eyes.

In truth, being born a weak race is a sin...

"This is it! Sect Leader, hurry and make your move! That guy looks like he's about to die!" Just as the old fishman closed his eyes, preparing to face death, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

It opened its eyes in disbelief.

Then I saw four two-legged monkeys standing in the sky, one of which was the same one that had given me the talisman earlier.

The remaining three...

The old fishman only glanced at the other party and felt that the other party was extremely powerful, even having the feeling that he would be crushed if the other party looked at him.

This is true.

The shadow in the sky moved its hand, and without any incantation being uttered, clusters of flames fell, like a blazing basin being poured from the sky. The fire rain landed precisely on the frogmen. "Whoosh!" The fires didn't look like much, but once they touched the frogmen, they began to burn fiercely, and no matter how much the frogmen dodged and rolled around, the flames refused to go out.

"Don't burn them to death! Don't burn them to death! These are our own resources. I just saw that their fighting ability is not bad. We should be able to capture them as slaves." Seeing that Mo Changqing was about to burn all the frogmen to death, Lei Kunhai hurriedly reminded him.

“That’s right, that’s right.” Mo Changqing smiled and then clapped his hands lightly, extinguishing the flames instantly.

"These things are too weak. How come more than half of them died?" Mo Changqing frowned, feeling a little upset.

These frogmen look pretty impressive, but before he could even make a move, half of his opponents were already dead. What a pity.

How many spirit stones could this sell for!
It's important to know that in the cultivation world, there are quite a few people interested in extraordinary individuals, and those who have never seen one before can often fetch a high price.

Whether it's frogmen or fishmen, I haven't heard of them much; perhaps they only exist in the East China Sea.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

At this moment, Zhang Yan arrived beside the old fishman and pulled the white bone spear out of his body. Blood gushed out and splashed up a meter high.

The old fishman looked at Zhang Yan, then at his own bleeding wound, and said nothing, but the meaning behind his words was self-evident.

This doesn't look like anything's wrong at all...

"Here, eat this." Seeing this, Zhang Yan smiled. Although the injury looked serious, it was nothing to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

As soon as he swallowed a elixir, the old merman's bleeding stopped immediately, and it looked at Zhang Yan with some gratitude.

"No need to thank me. After all, I'll need your help a lot in the future, and from now on, you're no longer yourselves."

You are my Qingheng Sect's trading partners (slaves).

Zhang Yan said to the old fishman with a smile.

At this moment, the old fishman had come to terms with it. Rather than living a life of hiding and running in this great swamp, he thought it better to be someone's dog.

At least they provide meals and guarantee their safety.

……

Don’t say anything else.

The merfolk are simply too weak.

They can't even protect themselves.

If this continues, the fish-men might really be wiped out.

……

Once the old fishman had recovered from his injuries, he immediately took out a bone whistle and gently blew it.

The whistle doesn't make a loud sound, but it can travel a long distance.

Before long, the elite murlocs that had originally fled returned.

They were overjoyed to see that the old fishman was alright.

"Have your soldiers capture those guys, we'll talk things over when we get back," Zhang Yan said to the old fishman, pointing to the frogman lying on the ground.

The frogmen followed Mo Changqing's attack.

Death is death, injury is injury.

Some of the luckier ones, who were unharmed, didn't dare to run away. Instead, they knelt on the ground, trembling, waiting for their fate.

The fish-men were initially terrified of these frogmen.

But when they found that these frogmen were too afraid to move, they immediately grabbed harpoons, tied them up in a chain, and took them back to the village.

……

In the village of fishmen.

Mo Changqing, Lei Kunhai, Zhuge Wan, and Zhang Yan sat together and looked at the old fishman kneeling opposite them and the frogman riding a seahorse.

"Let's all speak up," Mo Changqing said with a smile.

"What do you want to know, sir?" Compared to the rather silent frogman, the old fishman spoke very directly, and his tone was very respectful.

"I heard that you can salvage these things?" Mo Changqing asked the old fishman, taking out a water gem.

“Yes, that’s right. We merfolk are quite sensitive to these things and can often catch them.” The old merfolk said very readily, then he looked at Zhang Yan: “This lord said before that we can catch these things to exchange for food, magical artifacts, and talismans.”

"Hmm, not bad. As long as you can keep retrieving these things, we'll give you whatever you want."

"Magic treasures, magical artifacts, talismans, food, cultivation resources—everything is available." Hearing the old fishman say that salvage could be carried out, Mo Changqing's eyes immediately lit up.

“Sir, we want to be protected.” The old fishman glanced at Mo Changqing and then whispered, “There are many frogmen at the place where this thing was salvaged. We can’t beat them. We need someone to protect us.”

"Frogmen..." Mo Changqing played with the water gem in his hand: "Of course we will protect you. As for the frogmen, they can obey if they want, but if they can't, then kill them all."

Mo Changqing spoke calmly, but with just a few words he was about to exterminate the frogmen. Upon hearing Mo Changqing's words, the old fishman trembled all over and immediately knelt down: "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

"you!
Demon!

"How could you do this!" At this moment, the frogman, who had been calm, couldn't help but become agitated after hearing Mo Changqing's words.

It never imagined that these people would be so terrifying.

They could wipe out the entire clan with such a simple act.

"Huh~" Seeing the frogman so excited, Mo Changqing and the others laughed too: "You're not mute, are you?"
"That makes things simple. Tell me about your situation as frogmen."

"I won't tell, you despicable two-legged monkeys!" The frogman gritted his teeth and sneered at Mo Changqing.

"Sigh, what's the point of you doing this?" Seeing that this guy was so stubborn, Zhang Yan suddenly smiled and said to the frogman, "You're just a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even if you don't say anything, do you think we have no way to get information from you?"

Do you know that some spells can directly search your soul?
Even if we assume the soul search fails, we've already talismaned so many frogmen. Can you guarantee they won't talk? What about the other frogmen? Will they stay silent too?
Moreover, do you think your frogman tribe is strong enough to stop us?
"I advise you to hurry up and get some supplies so you can suffer less. That's the most important thing for you," Zhang Yan said coldly, looking at the frogman.

"you……"

Upon hearing Zhang Yan's words, the frogman's expression changed repeatedly.

Finally, she sighed helplessly and asked softly, "What...what do you want to know?"

"Then tell me about your strength." Zhang Yan thought for a moment and said to the frogman, "Don't try to hide anything. I will compare you with other frogmen. If there are any discrepancies, you two will be finished."

“Alright…” Upon hearing Zhang Yan’s words, the frogman couldn’t help but smile wryly: “Our Forest Frogman Tribe, besides me, has four other Foundation Establishment stage frogmen. Our tribe has a total of more than 3000 people.”

We've raised one sea dragon in total. Its strength should be at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The frogman remained silent until he opened his mouth, at which point he immediately revealed everything.

"Sea dragon, what exactly is a sea dragon?" Zhang Yan frowned and asked the frogman.

The old fishman also mentioned the sea dragon before.

But he didn't believe it; it really was a dragon.

You must know that dragons are legendary creatures. Even though his Wind and Thunder are only Jiao (蛟), not dragons, Wind and Thunder are still fourth-tier spirit beasts.

If it were a real dragon, its strength would be at least at the fifth or even sixth rank.

How could they be tamed by a group of Foundation Establishment stage frogmen?
"A sea dragon is a sea dragon!"

Lord Hailong is incredibly powerful; ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators are no match for him. Faced with Zhang Yan's questioning, the frogman simply scratched his head, offering no explanation.

"It's nothing more than a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator anyway. We'll see for ourselves when the time comes." Mo Changqing and the others didn't care much about Hailong.

It's just the Foundation Establishment stage.

Don't say it's impossible for it to be a real dragon. Even if it were, how could a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator possibly cause any trouble?
"Alright, one last question. Do you frogmen have any special skills?" Zhang Yan asked coldly, his eyes fixed intently on the frogmen.

“We…” The frogman stared at Zhang Yan for a moment, then said, “We are very strong in combat, and we are skilled at raising sea dragons.”

"That means you don't have any special abilities."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan sighed, feeling somewhat disheartened.

The frogman's eyes widened.

They looked at him with some disbelief.

As if they didn't understand, wasn't having strong combat power and raising sea dragons a skill?

However, looking at Zhang Yan and the three Golden Core cultivators beside him, the frogman let out a long sigh of relief. These things seemed to be nothing special to them.

then.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "So, we know this vast swamp very well, and we know where other tribes are hiding. Is that a skill?"

"Woolen cloth?"

Upon hearing the frogman's words, everyone laughed, and Mo Changqing clapped his hands lightly: "He's clever. In that case, your people can also live!"

(End of this chapter)