Chapter 3180: This Isn't Fair! They Look So Evil...

In the moments that followed, Wang Teng unearthed two more poison-attribute treasures of the revered immortal tier.

Yet he showed no desire to linger, turning upon his heel and departing without a backward glance.

"!!!"

"???"

The several immortal lords and Luo Fute fell into a profound state of bewilderment and suspicion, utterly unable to fathom Wang Teng's intentions.

Three separate poison treasures of the revered immortal tier!

And none were sufficient to catch his eye?

What manner of artifact was he truly searching for?

Each time, Luo Fute felt himself on the very precipice of losing his resolve.

What mattered the resolution of his cultivation tribulations?

What did that have to do with him? All he desired were the treasures.

"Wang Teng, what sort of treasure are you and Luo Fute actually searching for?"

Lord Candle Demon finally found it impossible to maintain his silence, pressing once more with his inquiry.

He even cast a lingering glance at Luo Fute, deeply suspecting that the man had imposed some exorbitantly stringent conditions upon Wang Teng.

Otherwise, how could he look upon three consecutive revered immortal tier poison treasures and remain unmoved?

Luo Fute truly deserved damnation!

How could he dare to make so many demands, looking at how sorely he had vexed Wang Teng.

One had to recall that he himself had made no such demands previously, leaving Wang Teng entirely to his own devices.

By comparison, he was practically the epitome of understanding.

Lord Sky Flare and Lord Sky Tide Deep Sea likewise felt that Luo Fute had overstepped all bounds.

To rely so heavily on his status as Wang Teng's guardian to demand so much.

Should they perhaps emulate this behavior shortly?

Would they be blacklisted by Wang Teng if they did?

It felt thoroughly unreliable!

They all believed that Luo Fute could only afford to be so willful because of his station as Wang Teng’s protector; they simply could not compare.

"Do not ask, for if you ask, it remains a secret," Wang Teng replied, still withholding the truth.

Though he had already searched three separate locales, he did not find the task particularly arduous.

It was nothing more than a slight expenditure of time.

Thus, he truly felt no grievance.

He simply had not anticipated that the three immortal lords would react so vehemently, appearing as though they were righteously indignant on his behalf.

He felt a strong urge to tell them: there is absolutely no need.

Resolving Luo Fute's cultivation plight would similarly secure a massive favor from the man.

The more arduous his efforts appeared now, the more deeply Luo Fute would remember the debt of gratitude; why ever not?

"..."

Lord Candle Demon was silenced once more, his heart heavy with frustration.

It seemed the treasure sought this time was indeed extraordinary, or else Wang Teng would not guard the secret so fiercely.

This was entirely Luo Fute's fault!

The three immortal lords exchanged glances, then turned their collective gaze upon Luo Fute, a faint trace of disdain manifesting in their eyes.

Yes, it was unmistakable disdain!

As the ancient adage went, one fears not scarcity, but inequality.

Luo Fute's situation had disrupted the prior equilibrium, leaving them feeling rather disgruntled.

They were all immortal lords alike, so by what right did he monopolize so much of Wang Teng's energy?

It was patently unfair.

"Now hold on, why are you all staring at me like that?" Luo Fute thought, utterly speechless.

"Those were three poison-attribute treasures of the revered immortal tier!" Lord Sky Flare remarked in a low, haunting tone.

"..."

Luo Fute found himself devoid of a retort.

He finally understood the catalyst behind the grim expressions of the three immortal lords.

Were he in their position, watching Wang Teng discover three highly suitable treasures for someone else, his own heart would likely harbor a touch of resentment.

It was merely human nature.

Yet, a faint sense of smugness began to bloom within his chest.

For the sake of his dilemma, Wang Teng had stubbornly unearthed three treasures of the revered immortal tier; what did that signify?

It signified that Wang Teng held his guardian in the highest esteem.

As for Lord Candle Demon, Lord Sky Flare, and the rest, they could all stand aside.

With that thought, Luo Fute raised his brows provocatively at the three immortal lords.

He uttered not a single word, yet it was as though he had articulated everything.

"???"

"???"

"???"

Lord Sky Flare, Lord Sky Tide Deep Sea, and Lord Candle Demon all erupted with fury.

What mockery was this?

The man had gained an immense advantage and now possessed the audacity to gloat?

This was a blatant provocation!

How detestable!

Even if he was Lord Scarlet Demon, ranked nineteenth upon the Immortal Lord Leaderboard, he could not behave so outrageously.

Could the three of them combined truly not best him alone in combat?

Instantly, the trio glared daggers at Luo Fute, their postures suggesting they were ready to contest the matter by force then and there.

"Oh?"

Right at that moment, a soft exclamation of surprise escaped Wang Teng's lips.

The crowd instantly forgot their petty grievances, turning their eyes in unison toward Wang Teng, their countenances simultaneously mirroring a collective look of intense scrutiny.

"Wang Teng, have you found it?" Loft's voice betrayed a subtle tremor.

"The treasure found this time seems rather intriguing!"

As Wang Teng spoke, he transformed into a streak of flowing light, hurtling away. "Come, let us go and see."

Loft was instantly galvanized, quickening his pace to draw parallel and march shoulder-to-shoulder with Wang Teng.

Venerable Tian Yan, Venerable Tian Lan Yuan Hai, and Venerable Zhu Mo exchanged glances, each discerning a touch of shock within the other's eyes.

Found it!?

Surely not. Just moments ago, they had deemed this endeavor fraught with difficulty, yet the instant Wang Teng turned his head, he had once again, repeatedly, uncovered something.

Was this truly arduous, or was it not?

Simultaneously, their hearts swelled with curiosity, burning with the desire to know what manner of treasure Wang Teng had unearthed this time.

A moment later, Wang Teng finally came to an abrupt halt, his gaze coming to rest upon a particular patch of void.

While Loft and the others remained blind to the treasure's form, he had already beheld its true visage, a sharp gleam flitting across his eyes.

"This treasure..."

He hesitated slightly, seemingly caught in some manner of dilemma.

"What is amiss?" Seeing his demeanor, Loft's heart skipped a beat, and he inquired in a low murmur.

"Loft, draw it forth yourself first. It ought to be of some use to you," Wang Teng said after a momentary hesitation.

"Very well!"

A light flashed in Loft's eyes; he had already gleaned a deeper meaning from Wang Teng's words.

Of some use!

Even so, he was brimming with anticipation.

The treasures he had discovered previously possessed no utility whatsoever; Wang Teng's proclamation of "some use" was already more than sufficient.

Boom!

A boundless majesty erupted from Loft's form, manifesting within the void as a gargantuan, greenish-gray hand.

To apprehend a poison-attributed treasure with poison-attributed power was undoubtedly the finest methodology.

The dual forces of venom could neutralize one another, while simultaneously lowering the treasure's guard.

Power of an identical attribute could induce a certain inclination within the treasure, perhaps even prompting it to acknowledge a master of its own volition.

Had it been power of any other attribute, it would generally suffer the corrosion of the venomous force, potentially allowing the poison-attributed treasure to slip away.

In the subsequent instant, ripples manifested within the space of the void ahead, followed by the sudden eruption of an eerie, emerald-green radiance.

"These treasures of the Titled Venerable Immortal tier truly conceal themselves with remarkable thoroughness."

Wang Teng stroked his chin, murmuring softly to himself.

"That is only natural."

Beside him, Venerable Tian Lan Yuan Hai offered an explanation. "Treasures of the Titled Venerable Immortal tier generally possess a measure of spiritual intelligence."

"They can even influence the power of space, which is why they typically harbor themselves within spatial rifts."

"Reasonable indeed!" Wang Teng murmured reflectively, thoroughly concurring with this line of reasoning.

If one were to say that treasures merely entering the Immortal tier—that is, the Saint tier—only possessed a mere possibility of developing spiritual intelligence.

Then upon reaching the Titled Venerable Immortal tier, which equated to the late stage of the Saint tier, the probability of birth for spiritual intelligence exceeded ninety-five percent.

Whether it concerned forged implements, medicinal pills, or naturally engendered treasures of heaven and earth, all adhered to this rule.

Only a scant few exceptional treasures of the Titled Venerable Immortal tier would fail to give birth to a soul.

Such an occurrence was far rarer than the manifestation of spiritual intelligence.

Thus, the treasures of the Titled Venerable Immortal tier that Wang Teng had uncovered from just moments ago until now were all, without exception, harbored within spatial rifts.

None stood as an anomaly!

This point also served to illustrate from another perspective that treasures of the Titled Venerable Immortal tier essentially all bore spiritual intelligence.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

In the distance, following the eruption of that eerie green radiance, a violent din of corrosion instantly resounded.

At the focal point where the two lights clashed, massive plumes of mist billowed upward.

One half bore a greenish-gray hue, while the other possessed that eerie emerald green.

From this, it was evident that the virulent forces of both sides were mutually corroding one another.

"That poison treasure appears to be resisting Loft's might!" Venerable Zhu Mo remarked in surprise.

"It seems subduing this treasure will not be quite so effortless for Loft," Venerable Tian Yan observed with a touch of schadenfreude.

"Heheh~"

"Let him flaunt his luck!"

Venerable Tian Lan Yuan Hai and Venerable Zhu Mo chuckled in unison, their expressions mirroring those who relished a spectacle and wished for it to grow grander.

They did not truly believe Loft incapable of mastering this treasure; rather, the process would merely prove a trifle more arduous.

In the final analysis, their current amusement at his expense was nothing more than a manifestation of their own wicked whims.

"..."

Wang Teng cast a somewhat speechless glance at the three Immortal Venerables.

They appeared rather villainous in their demeanor.

"Hmph!"

Loft let out a soft snort as an even more boundless might erupted, actually manifesting within the void as a colossal phantom of a venomous butterfly.

The moment that venomous butterfly phantom appeared, it enveloped the void, its dual wings fanning to unleash an indescribable power of law that fettered the very space.

Boom!

The emerald-green radiance situated directly beneath it instantly froze, as though dealt a grievous blow, its light subsequently

Under the crushing weight of Loft's power, the eerie green light finally receded completely, unveiling its true form.

"This is..."

A flash of astonishment crossed the faces of Venerable Tianyan, Venerable Tianlan Yuanhai, and the others as they beheld the object.

A blade of grass!

It was actually nothing more than a blade of grass!

They had imagined Wang Teng was seeking some extraordinarily unique treasure for Loft, only for it to turn out to be a mere weed.

"By the way, do either of you know what kind of heavenly treasure this is?" Venerable Zhumo asked in a low whisper.

As a fire-element martial warrior, his knowledge of poison-element spiritual materials was sparse, leaving him completely in the dark.

Venerable Tianlan Yuanhai pondered for a moment, ultimately shaking his head before turning his gaze toward Venerable Tianyan.

"Don't look at me, I'm merely a guest elder at the Secondary Profession Alliance headquarters, not a secondary professional myself," Venerable Tianyan countered.

"Useless for absolutely everything," Venerable Zhumo muttered in disdain.

"..." Venerable Tianyan’s face darkened with frustration: "I swear by the..."

He had actually just been looked down upon by a boorish brute of the Candle Dragon clan?

"Wang Teng, what is this?" Venerable Zhumo finally turned his head to address Wang Teng.

He had been rendered somewhat hesitant by Wang Teng’s repeated rejections earlier, otherwise, Wang Teng would have been the first he asked.

Wang Teng did not rush to answer, choosing instead to look at Loft.

Certain matters were best spoken of by Loft himself.

If the man wished to remain silent, he wouldn't pry.

"The Origin-Eroding Spirit-Devouring Grass!" Loft finally snapped out of his trance before the treasure, speaking aloud.

He genuinely had not expected the treasure Wang Teng found for him to be this particular item.

As details regarding the Origin-Eroding Spirit-Devouring Grass flashed through his mind, he began to grasp a glimmer of Wang Teng’s intentions.

This method did indeed possess some merit!

Yet it treated the symptoms, not the root cause!

"The Origin-Eroding Spirit-Devouring Grass!" Venerable Zhumo muttered the name, then asked, "What does it do?"

Venerable Tianlan Yuanhai and Venerable Tianyan also directed their gazes toward Loft, their eyes flickering with a burning curiosity.

Wang Teng had sorted through so many treasures before finally settling on this single piece; there was bound to be a profound significance to it that eluded them.

Perhaps they could deduce the pair's objective from the properties of this grass.

Of course, this was purely to satisfy their curiosity.

It wasn't as though they were intent on prying into Loft’s secrets.

"The Origin-Eroding Spirit-Devouring Grass!"

"True to its name, it can corrode origin power and ordinary energy alike, devouring them to serve as its own nourishment."

"To an ordinary martial warrior, this object is a lethal poison, not to be touched lightly."

"Otherwise, it will damage one's foundation at best, or claim one's life at worst."

Loft stared at the dull, greyish grass, his words flowing deliberately:

"But for a poison-element martial warrior, this item offers immense aid to their cultivation."

"Even if one merely refines it and fuses it into their own astral source force, it can still enhance the potency of their poison."

Hearing Loft’s explanation, everyone was deeply surprised. He had just revealed it like that? Without any concealment?

Suspicion lingered in their hearts.

Yet having heard it all, a faint tremor of shock stirred within them.

Who could have thought this inconspicuous little blade of grass possessed such a terrifying, venomous power; it was truly hard to believe.

Had they encountered this small grass without knowing its nature, they doubted whether they could have evaded it unscathed.

Far too perilous!

A shadow of wariness surfaced in the eyes of the three Immortal-level Venerables.

Just then, Loft looked toward Wang Teng, offering him a subtle nod as his voice transmitted through the air: "Wang Teng, I understand your intention now. My thanks."

"It seems you intend to choose it," Wang Teng replied.

"For now, it is the only choice I can make. At least it holds some utility for me," Loft said.

"As for your cultivation issue, I actually have other ways to resolve it, though the means are not present here," Wang Teng added.

"Oh?!"

Loft could not help but gasp, a fierce and burning light instantly reigniting within his eyes.