Chapter 108: Good Things

“Hahaha! Are you looking for me, young friend?”
With that, a man in a black robe appeared in the open space in front of the house.
Leng Rui was taken aback; seeing the man's movements, it was clear he possessed considerable cultivation.
```htmlUpon closer inspection, this person does look somewhat different from the mountain dwellers, as he is noticeably taller.
He appears to be in his thirties or forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a straight nose, but has a pair of small eyes.```
Leng Rui couldn't see the person's cultivation level, so he had to be humble and clasped his fists in respect, smiling as he asked, "May I ask who this esteemed elder is...?"
The man in black slightly smiled and said, "I am Da Miao, a shaman of the Cangba Mountains. May I ask for your name, young friend?"
“The junior’s surname is Leng, with the given name Rui, hailing from Baishui Village,” Leng Rui quickly replied.
“So it is young friend Leng. Since you are from Baishui Village, what brings you here?” Da Miao inquired.
```html“We were brought here by Gran. Senior, please take a look; those few are still in a deep sleep!” Leng Rui pointed to Da Hu and the others.
Da Miao glanced at Da Hu and the others lying on the ground, and then noticed Gran sitting cross-legged.```
"Glan, my friend!" Da Miao called out softly.
Glan remained as unmoving as a statue, showing no response.
Da Miao called out twice in succession, but Glan still did not react at all.
Damiao's expression changed; he turned to Leng Rui and said, "What happened to her?"
Leng Rui shook his head and replied, "I don't know! She was like this when I woke up."
Leng Rui knew that since Damiao was a wizard, he must have some connection to Gran, so he chose to say nothing about what had just happened, maintaining a posture of ignorance.
“Just woke up?” Da Miao asked, a bit doubtful.
“Yeah! We were at the Bai Shui Zhai Mao residence drinking tea, and suddenly I just fainted. When I woke up, I was here!” Leng Rui firmly denied everything.
Damiao walked up to Geraint and gave him a gentle push, but Geraint showed no response.
Damiao's mind was filled with questions; Geraint was unresponsive, yet he seemed to still be alive. How could this be?
格兰九百多岁了，比达淼大了几百岁，两个人平时也是有来往的。
对于格兰的长寿，达淼一直有怀疑，旁敲侧击问过几次，格兰都是顾左右而言他。
Damyang is over four hundred years old, and with his wizarding skills, he can only live up to around five hundred years.
If he wants to pursue longevity, he must break through in his cultivation, advancing from the Qi Refinement stage to the Foundation Establishment stage.
He has consumed a lot of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, yet his cultivation has remained stuck at the Great Perfection of Qi Refinement without any progress.
Last night, he felt restless, sensing that something was about to happen.
He performed a divination and the omen pointed to something happening here in Gran.
So, he rushed over early in the morning.
现在，他发现，格兰确实出了问题，变成了活不活，死不死。
“What on earth happened?” Damiao began to overthink.
Suddenly, he noticed the bone club in Leng Rui's hand. Turning his head to look again, he found that the leather pouch on Gran's body was missing.
In an instant, he had a hunch that things might not be as simple as this little kid had said. It seemed this boy had a problem.
“Leng Xiao You, did you take the dimensional bag from the Grand Wizard?” Da Miao asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“No!” Leng Rui shook his head in denial.
“Then what do you have in your hand?” Da Miao scoffed.
“A bone, just picked it up from the ground.” Leng Rui was cautious and careful; he knew trouble might be coming.
“A bone? This is Gulan's magic tool; don't think I don't know!” Da Miao's face lost its smile.
Leng Rui remained silent, waiting for Da Miao to continue speaking.
Gelan had knocked them unconscious and was about to take further action against them; this bone club was a trophy, so Da Miao had no reason to question it.
“This bone staff has a long history; it is a leg bone of the ancient guardian bull of our Cang tribe, the White Rhino. It has been spiritually refined by countless generations of shamans and is now imbued with spiritual powers.”
Da Miao said slowly.
Leng Rui felt a secret joy upon hearing this; it turned out that this item had a history, no wonder it was so effective.
“Thank you, senior, for informing me of the details!” Leng Rui said politely.
“Young friend Leng, you are not one of our Cang clan, so you should return this rod to us. Outsiders are not allowed to take this...”
"Great." Da Miao said.
Cold Rui understood, after listening, that Da Miao had been talking for a long time because he wanted this bone stick.
"Senior, you are mistaken! The people of the world are all equal; how can we distinguish between your tribe and my tribe? In all things of the world, those with virtue deserve them."
Leng Rui is not some three-year-old child; it is absolutely impossible for Da Miao to take this bone stick away with just a few words.
As for the consequences, Leng Rui has also considered them; it's just a matter of fighting.
```htmlHe has just mastered the second form of the Twelve Styles of Dragon Breath and is thinking about testing his skills.
Da Miao's expression changed, revealing a fierce look. He saw that Leng Rui had probably practiced before, but was only at the early stage of Qi Refining, which was several stages behind him.```
“You sharp-tongued little brat, what nonsense are you spouting! Our clan's sacred relic, how could it be touched by outsiders? Hand it over quickly! Otherwise, I won’t go easy on you!”
Da Miao said sternly.
Leng Rui remained silent, too lazy to respond to him.
It's the first time he’s seen someone so brazenly take someone else's belongings.
Da Miao deduced that Lan's bag of holding might have also been taken by Leng Rui. There could be secrets inside that pertain to Lan's extended lifespan, and he must obtain it.
With greed in his heart, Damiang felt the urge to kill; this place is a desolate mountain wilderness where he could kill a person without even a ghost knowing.
“Alright then! Since you refuse to return it, I’ll have no choice but to take action!”
Before the words fell, Da Miao raised his right hand and struck towards Leng Rui with a palm.
Leng Rui saw this and knew in his heart that a great battle was unavoidable.
He was also not polite, grabbing the bone staff with both hands and using all his strength to swing it up; the bone staff shone with a bright white light and directly smashed towards Da Miao's incoming palm.
Damiao was taken aback, not daring to confront head-on. He shifted his body to the side, turned his right palm, avoiding the aggressively swinging bone club and directly lunging for Cold Rui's chest.
Cold Rui was scared out of his wits; having missed his swing, his chest was wide open, and he could see that this palm was about to catch him.
In a moment of panic, with no time to think, a thought crossed his mind, and the wooden dagger swept across his chest, directly stabbing into Damiao's palm.
A strong force surged, and Leng Rui was directly knocked back three zhang (approximately 9.9 meters).
Fortunately, the wooden dagger punctured Damiang's palm in an instant, causing much of his strength to dissipate. Otherwise, with that strike, Leng Rui would have suffered broken bones and torn tendons.
A scream echoed, and as Leng Rui lay on the ground and looked up, he saw a hole through Damiang's right hand, blood gushing out.
Leng Rui himself felt a sharp pain in his chest, but he had been beaten by Yun Huo since he was young, so ordinary strength couldn't hurt him.
With a sudden movement, Leng Rui stood up, swinging the bone club again and smashing it down towards Da Miao.
Leng Rui knew that since he was going to take action, he couldn't show mercy or hesitate.
Da Miao was aware of the power of the bone club and didn't dare to take it head-on. With a thought, a green bamboo staff appeared in his hand, glowing like jade and clearly not an ordinary item.
He also wielded his bamboo staff and took a hit from Leng Rui directly.
With a loud "bang!", both of them felt a wave of numbness in their arms.
However, Da Miao cried out in distress; his bamboo staff developed several cracks and looked like it was about to break.
He had no idea that the strength exerted by Leng Rui was enhanced by mysterious factors, making it almost indestructible.
“Kid, you’re brutal!” Da Miao exclaimed in his heart.
He opened his mouth, and a stream of blue flames shot toward Leng Rui.
This is the profound skill he has cultivated for many years, sourced from the depths of the Cangba Mountain Canyon's underground fire, which he has refined.
This fire has an extremely high temperature; ordinary people who come into contact with it will turn to ash in a breath's time.
Although Leng Rui did not know what kind of fire this was, he studied chemistry and knew that blue flames have the highest temperature.
A burst of flame rushed towards him, and there was nowhere to hide.
In a moment of desperation, a black paper boat appeared in front of him, blocking the fierce blaze.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the paper boat is made of paper-like material; it easily blocks the flames without even letting out a whiff of smoke.
"Good stuff!" Leng Rui couldn't contain his excitement.
"Good stuff!" Da Miao also couldn't contain his excitement.