King of Creation-Chapter 770 - 760: Take another look?

Sometimes, the more you hope for something, the less it appears.

This is precisely such a situation. Previously, Ye Zhen had hoped that Tributor Du and Yan Cong, who were in the same room, would separate and go their separate ways soon, making it easier for him to act.

But now, Ye Zhen desperately wished for the two to continue their conversation, even if they just mentioned a hint about Shuili Island or the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill.

Unfortunately, Tributor Du congratulated Yan Cong and, without another word, left, leaving Ye Zhen thoroughly frustrated.

On the other hand, Yan Cong, after Tributor Du’s departure, seemed rather excited, drinking a few glasses of fine wine alone. He then cast a talisman light, issuing a faint blue-green defensive barrier around the room before hurriedly heading to bed, sitting cross-legged to begin his nightly cultivation session.

Basically, any Martial Artist who has achieved success in cultivation possesses such unwavering determination. Daily morning and evening cultivation are essential.

Clearly, Yan Cong had been waiting all night, and now he was making up for his evening cultivation.

Soon, Yan Cong’s breathing became long and steady as he entered the state of cultivation. With patrolling Martial Artists outside the courtyard and a blue-green talisman light guarding around the room, it was very secure, allowing Yan Cong to cultivate with peace of mind.

While Yan Cong was at ease, Ye Zhen underground was in a dilemma.

He had already obtained information about the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill, but the intelligence was scant. Ye Zhen didn’t even know where Shuili Island was, and most importantly, the time.

Yan Cong had only hinted that preparations should be made six months in advance.

This meant that there were at least six months left until the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill would be completed, but the information was still too little.

To gather more details, Ye Zhen could only rely on Yan Cong.

However, when it comes to matters impacting one’s Martial Arts future, normally, unless Yan Cong’s own father came over, Yan Cong wouldn’t utter a single word.

That leaves only one option—Soul Search!

However, Ye Zhen wanting to silently kill Yan Cong and then silently soul search him was too challenging, especially within the core area of the Stars Tower, making it practically impossible.

But if he didn’t soul search and simply killed Yan Cong, Ye Zhen feared he would never find another trace of information about the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

For a while, Ye Zhen paced anxiously underground. After pondering for about 15 minutes and with less than two hours left until dawn, Ye Zhen suddenly made a decision.

"Soul searching is impossible; that would be risking my own life, but other methods, they might be worth a try!"

With a thought, Ye Zhen slowly moved closer to the surface from underground. After a few breaths, he was positioned half a meter below the ground at the foot of the bed where Yan Cong was sitting cross-legged, poised to expose his forehead above ground.

At this moment, Ye Zhen fully concealed his aura, and a faint dark green glow gradually hovered over his forehead.

The next instant, hundreds of green vines emerged silently from the Thousand Vine plate above Ye Zhen’s head, extending towards Yan Cong, who was meditating.

When Martial Artists cultivate Spiritual Power, their alertness is actually very high because they are manipulating Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to cultivate, so any changes in the surrounding primordial energy can be sensed.

Almost instantly, as hundreds of vine glows from the mid-grade Spirit Artifact Thousand Vine approached his feet, Yan Cong snapped his eyes open, looking fearfully downwards.

Just as Yan Cong opened his eyes, the slowly advancing vine glow pounced like a venomous snake, and in an instant, four to five hundred vine glows bound Yan Cong tightly while he was utterly unprepared.

Simultaneously, more than a dozen vine glows suddenly became harder than spears, piercing directly into Yan Cong’s key spinal points, through his scapula, and into the critical acupoints near his Dantian where Spiritual Power flows, all inserting blocked green vine glows.

Even Yan Cong’s mouth was wrapped in layers of vine glows, silencing him completely.

This weird transformation almost scared Yan Cong out of his wits just as he opened his eyes, sealing his Spiritual Power and having his vital spinal and scapula points penetrated, stripping him of any ability to resist.

Moreover, what terrified Yan Cong most was that he still hadn’t spotted where the enemy was and could only roughly deduce that he was ensnared by a powerful Spirit Quality artifact.

Yan Cong stared wide-eyed around him, noting that the Guardian Talisman Light he set up in the room before meditation remained intact. But then, where did the enemy come from?

His body immobilized, Yan Cong could only utter frightened muffled sounds. However, with the Guardian Talisman Light he installed for protection during cultivation, not to mention his very faint muffled sounds, even if he shouted at the top of his lungs within the room, the guards outside wouldn’t hear a thing and wouldn’t disturb him.

From the corner of his eye, Yan Cong suddenly widened his eyes round, seeing an elderly figure with an aged visage rising slowly from the ground beneath his bed.

"Earth Escape!"

"The true Earth Escape Divine Ability!"

This revelation left Yan Cong screaming inside his mind with astonishment yet unable to make any sound.

The genuine Earth Escape Divine Ability! It was only something he had occasionally heard elders mention while he was young and cultivating at the Main Building. Martial artists with such a true Earth Escape Divine Ability were considered terrifying beings surpassing the Establishment King realm, as rare and precious as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

There occasionally appears such an existence, possessing powers of earth-shattering terror.

At this thought, a hint of despair flashed across Yan Cong’s eyes.

Falling into the hands of such terrifying powerhouses, which are rare on the entire True Profound Continent, is more of a tragedy than an honor. Because in this world, at least within this True Spirit Domain, there is basically no one who can save him. Ordinarily, it is destined to be a dead end.

However, Yan Cong, being shrewd in commerce, knew one thing more clearly, that at this moment, the only one who could save him was probably himself.

So, when he saw the unusually ancient-looking elder, whom Ye Zhen disguised as, appear completely in front of him, Yan Cong struggled desperately, half-leaning to kowtow to Ye Zhen, continuously making muffled sounds.

Ye Zhen, the recipient of this great courtesy, could roughly understand what Yan Cong was trying to say, mainly pleading for his life, assuring that any orders given would be followed.

Ye Zhen remained unmoved and stepped forward, his Divine Sense flickering. In few breaths, he condensed three black Soul-locking Needles between his fingers.

This was a minor Daoist school recorded in the Puppet Spirit Record that could lock a Martial Artist’s divine soul, making them unable to use their Divine Soul Power for a short time, allowing others to manipulate them. This was the first time it was being used today.

With a gentle pat, Ye Zhen embedded the three black needles into the crucial acupuncture points of Baihui, Jade Pillow, and Fengg Mansion on Yan Cong’s head. As soon as the Soul-locking Needles were inserted, Yan Cong shivered violently, his gaze suddenly becoming vacant, his expression rigid, and he couldn’t even move his eyeballs.

This was the manifestation of the successful soul-locking by the Soul-locking Needles.

However, it could only maintain for 15 minutes. Within these 15 minutes, the soul-locked person couldn’t use the slightest Divine Soul Power and could only be at others’ mercy.

With a flick of Divine Sense, the green vine light from the Thousand Vine, a Mid-grade Spirit Artifact tightly binding Yan Cong’s mouth, dispersed.

As soon as it was loosened, Yan Cong, with his vacant gaze and immobile eyeballs, began to shout in terror, "Have mercy, senior, have mercy! If you need anything, just say the word, and I will offer it with both hands!"

"Is that so?" Ye Zhen let out an eerie laugh.

"Not a single false word, not a single false word!" Yan Cong’s voice was somewhat shrill but not loud because he knew clearly, with his Guardian Talisman Light on, his voice could not be heard outside.

At that moment, Yan Cong almost regretted it to death; why did he activate the Guardian Talisman Light, why did he live alone in such a vast courtyard?

"I want to fetch a little trinket from the Treasure Vault of your Stars Tower. Are you willing to give it to me?" Ye Zhen asked in a strange voice.

"Of course, I am! I’m willing to personally fetch it and offer it to you, senior, just to spare my little life!" Having preconceived that the person in front of him was an incredibly terrifying existence, Yan Cong had lost all hope of escape and just wished the terrifying powerhouse could spare his life after having his demands met.

Hearing this, Ye Zhen sneered, "Fetching it personally, you sure think highly of yourself!"

"Uh... Senior, I have a black Stars Tower Token and a purple Treasure Vault Pass Token in my storage ring. With these two tokens, you can freely enter and exit the Treasure Vault. If you, senior, are willing, you can fetch them yourself, you can fetch them yourself!" Yan Cong, worried for his life, was getting shaking in his voice from how anxious he was.

"Hmm, tokens. Do you think I need that? The Treasure Vault of Stars Tower means nothing to me! This time I’m here to ask you about the whereabouts of the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill!"

Saying this, Ye Zhen gave a heavy snort, "Speak! When will the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill be produced, and where is the alchemy happening?"

Upon hearing this question, Yan Cong’s gaze became even more vacant. He never imagined that this matter had brought him such a disaster.

His stiff eyeballs trembled slightly, and Yan Cong said, "Senior, the Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill..."

But Ye Zhen interrupted Yan Cong’s words at this moment with a light shout, "Boy, think carefully and answer! Since I could find my way here, I must have some intelligence. If what you say differs from what I know even by a word, don’t blame me for cruelly performing Soul Search!"

At the words ’Soul Search,’ Yan Cong’s body convulsed again violently, terrified. Over the years, he had performed the Soul Searching Technique several times personally. Thinking of those subjected to it, suffering unbearable, neither able to live nor die, made Yan Cong shiver, extinguishing any small thoughts he had.

"I would never dare deceive even a word, senior. The Innate Bloodline Enhancement Pill is on Overseas Shuili Island. Spiritual Medicine for refining has been gathered by the Shuili Residents. After processing the Spiritual Medicine one by one, the pill refining will start in over half a year, which will take 81 days, expected to complete a year from now!"

Without Ye Zhen needing to ask again, Yan Cong was spilling everything like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Where is Overseas Shuili Island? Is there a map?" Ye Zhen pressed on.

This time, Yan Cong shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum. No matter how Ye Zhen threatened, it was of no use.

"Senior, I truly do not know. The family hasn’t sent the Spirit Map yet. Could I offer it when it arrives?"

"Senior, I’m truly sincere, please, spare me!" Yan Cong pleaded with extreme anxiety.

Ye Zhen slowly shook his head, "No need!"

Yan Cong felt a sudden chill in his heart, "Senior, why?"

"Hehe!" Ye Zhen suddenly smiled at Yan Cong, "Tower Master Yan, take another look. Who am I really?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)