pjbooks Chapter 77 was quite fruitful, yielding an A-grade skill book and the Nightshade Fang.
Chapter 77 was quite fruitful, yielding an A-grade skill book and the Nightshade Fang.
"See, didn't I help you get revenge?"
Mu Wanqing: "..."
She swore that she had never seen such a shameless person in her life!
Chen Yifan felt unusually pleased to see Mu Wanqing's frustrated expression, as she seemed unable to cry or vent her anger.
He crouched down, leisurely sizing up the investor who called himself the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.
Without the mask, this face truly deserves to be called a scourge to the country and its people.
She had willow-leaf eyebrows, peach-blossom eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and skin as white as snow.
Especially the five clear handprints on his left cheek.
Far from ruining the aesthetic appeal.
Instead, it adds a touch of brokenness, a fragility that makes one want to ruthlessly crush it.
Of course, Chen Yifan wasn't interested in this.
What interested him was the astonishing destructive power displayed by the obsidian sentinel that the woman had just detonated.
as well as……
This woman's identity within the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce is likely far more complex than simply being an "investor."
"Okay, stop crying."
Like coaxing a disobedient child, Chen Yifan took out a bottle of the lowest-grade treatment potion from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Wipe your face. You're a big shot, what kind of behavior is this, crying and sobbing like this?"
Mu Wanqing looked at the bottle of F-grade medicine whose label was almost worn out.
Then look at Chen Yifan's face, which is sincere yet full of mockery.
She was so angry she almost spat out blood.
She, Mu Wanqing, is one of the future heirs of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.
From childhood, they have been using the highest quality holy water for life.
Now, this man is actually humiliating her with a bottle of junk worth no more than a hundred yuan?
"roll!"
She slapped Chen Yifan's hand away, gritting her teeth.
He took out a bottle of Grade A [Holy Light Healing Potion] from his spatial bracelet, which emitted a soft holy light.
Then, with a slightly trembling motion, she applied the ointment to her swollen cheeks.
A flash of holy light, and the blinding handprint quickly faded, restoring its ivory-like smoothness.
"Tsk, rich people are just different."
Chen Yifan clicked his tongue, looking like a country bumpkin who had just seen something amazing.
After treating her injuries, Mu Wanqing took a deep breath and forced herself to regain her aloof composure, too lazy to pay him any more attention.
She walked to the corpse of Thousand Nightmares, looking at the massive body with a complex expression.
"Do you know what's the most valuable part of this thing?"
She suddenly spoke, her voice regaining the professionalism and indifference befitting a chief analyst.
"Oh?"
Chen Yifan raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
"It is its spiritual core."
Mu Wanqing pointed to the green tumor that Chen Yifan had stabbed through with a knife.
"That is, the Heart of Nightmare."
"This stuff is a core material for crafting mental potions and high-level illusion equipment. It's priceless on the black market."
"Any one of them would be fought over by professionals specializing in spiritual cultivation."
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and her expression turned even more unpleasant.
Because this [Heart of Nightmare] is now Chen Yifan's spoils of war.
She traded a Black Obsidian Sentinel worth billions for...
A nightmare heart that I can never have.
This deal is a total loss.
Chen Yifan walked to the corpse, reached out his hand, and made as if to dig out the [Heart of Nightmare].
"etc!"
Mu Wanqing instinctively stopped him.
"Don't touch it directly with your hands!"
"The core retains the last vestiges of the Thousand Nightmare's mental obsession; rash contact will corrupt your mind and turn you into an idiot!"
As she warned, she took out a pair of gloves woven from special metal threads and a delicate scalpel from her bracelet.
Use this.
She handed the tools to Chen Yifan, her tone cold, but at least not so hostile.
After all, the two of them are now in the same boat.
If Chen Yifan is corrupted and turns into an idiot, she won't be able to leave this hellhole alive.
Chen Yifan glanced at her but did not refuse.
This woman is truly a walking treasure trove.
I need to find an opportunity to "expend" some more energy.
He put on gloves, picked up a scalpel, and moved with the skill of a forensic doctor who had dissected thousands of corpses.
With a flash of light, he completely peeled away a fist-sized, translucent tumor, as clear as an emerald.
【Heart of Nightmare (King-grade Material - Incomplete)】: A rare item containing pure spiritual energy and the rules of illusion.
Chen Yifan played with the "gem" in his hand, feeling the powerful spiritual energy emanating from it, and nodded in satisfaction.
nice one.
He casually put the Nightmare Heart into his backpack.
But it's not over yet.
Chen Yifan continued to search inside the monster's corpse.
next second.
A thin, ancient book, made from the skin of some unknown creature, appeared in his hand, emitting a faint glow.
[Skill Book: Rank A - Nightmare's Eye]
Mu Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted!
A-grade skill book?!
It's an extremely rare mental probing skill!
Skill books of this caliber are worth far more than the Nightmare Heart we just saw!
Her heart clenched painfully with jealousy and shock.
However, this is not the end!
Chen Yifan raised an eyebrow slightly.
His fingertips touched something cold and hard.
Then, he suddenly pulled out!
laugh--!
He forcefully pulled a bizarre dagger, entirely black with gray patterns that seemed to flow slowly as if alive, from the monster's spine!
This dagger is like the most vicious tooth on the body of the Thousand Nightmares!
Nightmare's Fang (Dagger)
[Quality: Epic (Purple)]
[Level Requirement: Lv.25]
[Job Requirements: None]
[Attributes: Strength +150, Spirit +100]
【Special Effect 1: Corroding Mind】: There is a 10% chance to release a mental shock when attacking, causing the target's consciousness to fall into a 'confused' state for 1 second, resulting in fatal errors in action and judgment.
【Special Effect 2: Nightmare Mark】: Each hit leaves a corrosive mark on the target's body. Each mark continuously erodes the target's physical structure (shell, muscles, energy shield). Lasts 10 seconds, stacks up to 5 times.
【Special Effect 3: Final Nightmare】: When attacking a target in the 'Confused' state, the blade will instantly detonate an invisible shadow shockwave. This shockwave can ignore some external defenses, directly shaking the target's internal organs and life core, with a chance to directly trigger a 'Fatal Wound' judgment. This effect has a 10-second cooldown.
Mu Wanqing's expression froze completely.
She was no longer jealous, but numb.
A top-tier early-game material, an A-grade divine skill book, and an epic-level top-tier weapon!
The combined value of these three items is beyond monetary measure!
She traded a Black Obsidian Sentinel worth billions for a divine piece of equipment that could transform any assassin!
At that moment, she felt like the clown who was being repeatedly mocked.
Chen Yifan was very satisfied.
Without hesitation, he chose to learn [Nightmare Eye].
A cool energy surged into his eyes, and the world he saw instantly changed.
He looked at Mu Wanqing beside him.
The next second, in his eyes, the trajectory of the psionic energy flowing on the other person's body was clearly visible.
Even the fluctuations of her mental energy, which had stagnated due to despair, were like a bonfire about to go out, dim and without light.
He weighed the Nightmare Fang in his hand again.
The properties of this dagger perfectly match his fighting style.
The "chaos" effect, in crucial moments, can be a game-changer, deciding life or death.
More importantly, he gained two powerful attack effects, which made up for his weakness of having only one way to deal damage.
Chen Yifan put away all his spoils with satisfaction.
Then, his gaze fell on the pile of Obsidian Sentinel wreckage, which had been blown to pieces, not far away.
"This should be worth some money, right?"
He asked.
Mu Wanqing glanced at the pile of parts emitting black smoke, her eyes twitched violently, and her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe.
"...The core is destroyed, but the main material is [Abyssal Obsidian], which can be used to forge shields or heavy armor. It's probably... worth a few hundred thousand."
Her voice was weak and feeble.
Hundreds of thousands?
Chen Yifan's eyes lit up.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat!
Without any hesitation, he walked over and stuffed all the large fragments that were still presentable into his storage space.
Mu Wanqing trembled with anger at his bandit-like behavior of plundering every passing goose.
This thing...
It must be hers, right?
How can this person accept it so readily and with such self-righteousness?
"Oh, right."
As Chen Yifan tidied up the "trash," he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned around to ask.
"How did we fall into this illusion?"
Mu Wanqing's expression instantly turned serious.
"I don't know."
She shook her head.
"The illusionary realm of the Thousand Threads Nightmare needs a 'medium' to trigger it."
"From the moment we were teleported here to the moment you subdued me, it only took a few seconds, and we didn't come into contact with anything suspicious..."
She stopped speaking abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Mu Wanqing suddenly opened her palm, and the brass coin with the crying clown and the smiling devil was lying quietly in her palm.
"Could it be...?"
She was about to examine it closely.
Chen Yifan's gaze suddenly sharpened.
Under his Nightmare Eyes, all falsehoods have nowhere to hide!
He saw it clearly.
On the back of that strange coin, on the smiling devil's face, a grayish-white mycelium, completely imperceptible to the naked eye and emitting a faint mental fluctuation, was wrapped around it!
"Don't move."
Chen Yifan's voice made Mu Wanqing freeze instantly.
"Your baby has been tampered with."
Mu Wanqing was taken aback and looked in the direction he pointed, but found nothing.
"What?"
"Use your mental power to perceive its other side."
Chen Yifan's words were concise and to the point.
Mu Wanqing was skeptical, but she mobilized her spiritual power to probe the coin.
The next second, her face turned deathly pale!
She "saw" it!
She saw that parasitic hyphae that sent chills down her spine!
The Thousand Threads of Nightmare had been targeting her from the very beginning.
When she cast [The Clown's Protection], she secretly planted her "Illusion Seed" on her class item!
And she was completely unaware, carrying this "fuse" around everywhere.
As they approached the true form of the Thousand Threads Nightmare, the seed was activated, and the two were instantly pulled into the illusion.
What a treacherous monster!
Chen Yifan looked at the mycelium, then at Mu Wanqing, whose face had turned pale, and seemed to be deep in thought.
He used the tip of Nightmare Fang to gently scrape off the mycelium.
"alright."
Next, Chen Yifan checked his dagger again.
Sure enough, there were some.
He did the same thing.
After it was resolved.
"Next, let's keep moving forward."
After saying that, he lifted his foot, preparing to go deeper.
But just then...
Mu Wanqing called out to him.
"etc."
As she spoke, she took a new compass out of the bracelet.
This compass is more ancient than the previous one, with its surface engraved with intricate runes, and its pointer is a floating golden needle.
The Compass of Truth.
This B-grade item is more than one level higher than the previous C-grade item.
She infused it with spiritual power.
hum-
The golden pointer on the [Compass of Truth] trembled violently, then pointed firmly to the deepest part of the cave!
There's something else there!
"【Heart of Corruption】..."
Mu Wanqing murmured to herself, hope and... a hint of greed rekindling in her eyes.
But this time, she learned her lesson.
She didn't make any rash moves, but subconsciously looked at Chen Yifan with a questioning look in her eyes.
Chen Yifan did not answer immediately.
His gaze swept over the compass, over the deep cave entrance, and finally landed on Mu Wanqing's face.
After being slapped hard by reality, this woman finally began to understand what reverence meant.
well.
"Walk."
He spoke succinctly and took the lead towards the cave entrance.
This time, he took the lead.
Looking at his not-so-tall back, Mu Wanqing felt a mix of emotions.
Humiliation, anger, resentment...
But more than anything, it was a sense of security that she herself hadn't even realized she had...?
She shook her head, dismissing the ridiculous idea, and quickly followed.
Calculate the time.
The person should be arriving soon.