974: Chapter 278: He Hasn’t Won, I Haven’t Lost_2 974: Chapter 278: He Hasn’t Won, I Haven’t Lost_2 The hexagrams are under the silt!
It is only natural for Guiwang Mountain to have hexagrams, and for Fenbao Rock to possess the Big Livestock divination, as it signifies great accumulation!
Su He swam back and forth at the bottom of the pool, searching carefully.
The so-called hexagrams under the silt were naturally not a straightforward description.
A mere layer of mud could not possibly block the attraction of the Little Sixty-Four Hexagrams.
They must be hidden in a special space like the Dui Gua, only not as deeply concealed.
Hence, the Little Hexagrams could sense them.
As Su He swam, he monitored the pulsation of the Little Hexagrams.
He casually flipped the silt with his claws, sensing the changes in space.
After swimming for three or four li, his claw suddenly scooped up something.
Su He looked surprised; in his divine sense, he had not detected anything unusual, just ordinary mud.
With a scoop upwards, a symbol frozen into solid ice was picked out by him.
The Little Hexagrams in his inner world suddenly cheered, and Tao Rhythm flowed like water, pouring in.
Su He: “!!!”
What about the difficult-to-discover spatial separation?
Why can’t plain silt absorb the Tao Rhythm?
After thinking for a bit, he buried the hexagrams back into the silt, and indeed the Hexagrams Rhyme disappeared.
This silt could shield the Hexagrams Rhyme.
Another treasure!
Su He’s eyes brightened, and he scooped up a patch of silt into his external space.
It wasn’t right to steal the Big Livestock Divination from Guiwang Mountain, but taking some mud surely wasn’t a problem.
The dice spun smoothly, following the mud as it fell into the external space.
Quality ×4
The dark silt radiated a profound charm.
Life energy was even faintly emerging from it.
Indeed, a treasure!
Three feet above heaven!
Su He scraped the silt from the pool without leaving a trace, revealing the bare stone at the bottom.
Only then did he see a crack neither too large nor too small on the stone bed of the pool, previously concealed by silt and undetected by divine sense.
Following the crack downwards revealed an underwater cave dwelling.
The dwelling was not large, with neither length nor width exceeding a hundred zhang, and while it had pavilions, it boasted no buildings, only a collapsed thatched cottage.
In front of the cottage was a bronze basin resembling a Treasure Basin, filled to the brim with water beads.
Hefty and real, there were at least several hundred.
Water from all directions converged into the bronze basin, gradually forming into beads, but the basin was already full,
while small animals surged amongst the beads.
Is this…
heaven?
Enveloped by a tremendous surprise, Su He waved his claws carefully, sweeping away all the beads from the basin into external space.
The dice rolled like jade, pattering as they entered external space.
The water beads danced around, increasing in number, with two out of ten shifting from white to black, enhancing their quality.
Even without refining them, just by gathering in external space, Su He could already feel the tingling in his body, aware that the human form within the Sacred Beast Crystal Stone was rapidly coalescing.
Su He didn’t have time to look closer as his gaze fell upon the now empty bronze basin.
He had the feeling that the basin was watching him!
Artifact Spirit?
This was definitely a Magical Treasure with a formed Artifact Spirit.
Su He sighed.
Once an Artifact Spirit was formed, it was no different from a human, and he couldn’t leave it behind—not because he coveted the bronze basin’s ability to condense water beads.
An Artifact Spirit could, at any moment, call upon the people of Guiwang Mountain.
Based on Su He’s estimation, the water beads he had already stolen were more than enough for him to squander.
He placed a paw on the bronze basin and hooked it back towards the external space, but an outraged voice came from the basin.
“Hey, hey!
Who owns this turtle, being so rude?
You’ve stolen my accumulated treasure beads, fine, but how come you’re now coveting my main body!”
The bronze basin wailed.
The more it did, the more resolute Su He became in taking it—its Spirit Wisdom was too high, making it all the worse to leave behind!
As Su He pulled back, the bronze basin shook and grew a pair of thick, bready legs, struggling to jump out from his grasp and running away.
Even in its defiance, it did not attack Su He, for it lacked the ability to do so!
“Heh heh, little treasure, where do you think you’re going!” The bronze basin had barely run a half zhang when a wave of loathing merged into the Water Mansion, enveloping the whole place.
A toad appeared from nowhere, arms akimbo, stepping towards it.
The bronze basin shuddered, turned its head and ran, but was scooped up from behind by the Dragon Turtle.
It shrieked even more sharply and extended two small arms from beneath the basin’s rim, pummeling Su He’s Scale Armor.
The sound of the bronze basin clashing with scale armor rang out.
It yelled, “How dare you!
Do you realize my master is the number one Greater Power across All Heavens and Myriad Realms?
Today you dare to snatch my body; when my master returns, he will knock on your turtle shell, drain your turtle blood, and stew you with black chicken!”
While it was yelling, a toad’s annoying voice came through the fog, “Black chicken stewed with turtle?
Make sure to give me a bowl when it’s ready, a big one—with a basin amount!”
The bronze basin suddenly paused, then was tossed by Su He into external space, as it continued to wail.
A spinning die dropped down.
and landed on the bronze basin.
Quality ×2
Artifact Spirit is not a true living creature; the dice fell regardless.
The protesting cries instantly changed tune, as if engaging in a peculiar activity, producing a sound of relief.
The toad’s face twisted in disgust.
With a flash, Su He once again tossed the bronze basin out of external space.
The basin landed with a clang, stunned for a moment, only to see the turtle withdrawing its claws, heading towards the fissure to leave the place.
Leaving, it’s leaving?
Does it no longer want me?
Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of heartbreak surged, like that of a virtuous woman abandoned by a faithless man.
Yet the first thought was not to condemn the scoundrel but what it should do being discarded?
How could it regain this turtle’s favor?
“Hey!” the bronze basin shouted: “You don’t want me anymore?!”