Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1009: Chapter 53: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (15)

It seems the mood suddenly became much lighter.

The tune Zhang Qingrui was humming… had a warm feeling.

It was as though heat was born from the pit of her stomach, then started spreading to all her limbs… in this cold, damp cavern underneath, Song Ying felt her cheeks were slightly flushed, even her consciousness began to blur.

Her body also became lazy at this moment, and the weakness in her limbs suddenly gave Song Ying a sense of unease. She subconsciously touched her forehead and found it was somewhat hot.

A fever… is it because of catching a cold?

In a daze, Zhang Qingrui’s voice seemed to stop as well. Song Ying shone the light from her phone on Zhang Qingrui… found her resting against the rock wall, cheeks somewhat red, breathing lightly, and her eyes a bit dazed.

“It seems… it seems something is becoming a little strange…” Zhang Qingrui’s voice came intermittently.

At this moment, Song Ying painfully reached out and felt the other’s forehead, discovering Zhang Qingrui was also beginning to heat up like herself… could it be because of those vine branches they had just sucked?

Poisoned…?

Song Ying struggled to move closer to Zhang Qingrui, shaking her gently: “How are you… still conscious…?”

Even so, Song Ying’s own consciousness gradually became more vague.

Her vision began to distort slightly, she couldn’t clearly see Zhang Qingrui’s face… so hot… so hot… so hot…

As her consciousness faded, Song Ying only felt a hand wandering over her body, she slightly lifted her head, her gaze became more ambiguous, seeing a lovely face approaching her infinitely.

Breathing sounds.

At this moment, a primitive impulse began to drown her rationality… she suddenly became proactive, or rather, let her body guide her.

Slightly parted lips overlapped, exploring each other.

The sticky twine of tongues, stirring the primitive desires embedded deep in their hearts. Saliva overflowed from their lips, making the battlefield of lips increasingly muddy.

As for the differing yet intoxicating moans between them, perhaps it was the best catalyst for lust?

So hot…

…

…

The surrounding temperature clearly became somewhat scorching, and the root cause was evident due to Song Haoran’s current state… burning arms at this moment, with strands of flame diffusing upward, the terrifying heat had evaporated much of the surrounding water vapor.

The ground was filled with pits and craters left after the intense battle, like a battlefield ravaged by stray bullets—Song Haoran was gasping deeply as if after several vanished aerobic exercises, his hair dampened by sweat but instantly evaporated by the heat from his burning arms, his hair tangled messily early on.

Even though his body restored to its original appearance after resurrection, stamina hadn’t regenerated… perhaps the number of times he resurrected was somewhat excessive.

In an instant, Song Haoran somewhat forgot the number of times he resurrected, but seemingly it had exceeded a hundred times. Even for him, this undoubtedly challenged his mental resilience massively.

And not far away, the mysterious person was also not entirely at ease—he too consumed; every attack was a form of consumption, albeit minor, yet accumulating over hundreds of times became a significant expense.

His breath somewhat disordered… the mysterious person felt rather incredulous about his current state, yet realized not only was his breathing rhythm disrupted, even faint irritable emotions arose within—something that shouldn’t exist for him, since he essentially had mastery over all information.

Except the mysterious youth formerly encountered under the Song Ancestral Mansion was completely beyond his control, everything else was perfectly orderly.

Because it’s impossible to kill, bringing along a sense of irritation…? The mysterious person furrowed his brows.

On one hand, it’s truly because the limits of the undying fellow are unknown, and on the other hand… perhaps his own state of mind hasn’t reached the perfect flawless level?

“Enough.”

The mysterious person with the Bronze Mask suddenly lowered his hands at this moment, no longer appearing to attack, quietly watching Song Haoran.

“Enough?”

Song Haoran at this moment, like a lone wolf, stared at the mysterious person, “Seems as if the one completely at a disadvantage was me, so you’re giving up?”

“I don’t know how many times more you can resurrect.” The mysterious person shook his head, said calmly: “From the current situation, not knowing your limits, I should be at a disadvantage.”

Song Haoran showed a cold smile.

The mysterious person with the Bronze Mask at this moment calmly said: “Moreover, I don’t want to keep wasting time on you… next, I have some important matters to handle.”

“These strange mists… you created them, didn’t you?”

Song Haoran’s arms continued burning—in spite of the opponent having lowered their hands, no longer actively attacking, he didn’t relax his vigilance… after all, he’d died over a hundred times.

The Bronze Masked person calmly said at this moment: “I admit you have the qualification to continue living, after all, this resurrection ability seems particularly excellent… in terms of species, one could say you’re an individual qualified to exist. Treasure this gift bestowed by the heavens.”

The mysterious figure slowly blended into the dense mist.

“What exactly is your purpose?” Song Haoran asked solemnly towards the mist.

However, he didn’t receive any response for a long time, but just as he was about to give up, the mysterious person’s low voice echoed around.

“Simply to create a better environment… a world suitable for Transcendent existence.”

After this voice sounded, the surroundings returned to a quiet state.

Song Haoran sighed, calming the flames on his arms, then slumped down to the ground—his stamina actually had reached its limit, now he didn’t want to move an inch.

Yet at this moment, something dropped in front of Song Haoran, with a slap landed on the soil before him. Song Haoran curiously picked it up, discovering it to be a thread-bound ancient book.

The Great Freedom Technique

Unquestionably, Song Haoran was a very talented, knowledgeable person, especially due to the constant demands for exploration in the past, making him absorb tremendous amounts of knowledge… he comprehended the ancient text on this ancient book.

This seemed to be left by the mysterious person… or perhaps a gift.

“A world more suitable for Transcendent existence?”

Song Haoran casually opened this ancient book, found the content surprisingly abstruse. Song Haoran frowned contemplating, faintly sensed he had a longing for the things the mysterious person mentioned…

“But…”

Song Haoran abruptly lay flat on the ground, “I’m so hungry…”

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In ancient legends, the place where the Dragon God’s child ‘Hope’ dwells is a deep pool, above which cascades a waterfall.

In this chaotic space, Long Xiruo was still somewhat impressed… after all, the guy in front of her found this place without much effort.

Rich negative ions dispersed from the collision of the waterfall and the pool, and Luo Pianqian took a deep breath, stretching her back well.

But Long Xiruo suddenly patted her on the back forcefully before her waist was fully stretched, speaking unkindly: “How many more buttons do you want to pop?”

“Eh eh??” Luo Pianqian blinked, instinctively pulling down the zipper of the jacket Luo Qiu had given her, revealing what was originally hidden, “Not this time, right?”

Long Xiruo painfully covered her forehead… as long as she’s not completely naked, it seems there’s no embarrassment at all, isn’t there?

But Luo Qiu didn’t mind these things, instead looking at the pool in front of him—actually, the sound of the waterfall crashing into the pool was quite loud… even if it wasn’t very majestic, it had some extraordinary momentum.

“Approximately where is it?” Luo Qiu turned around at this moment, only to see Luo Pianqian was zipping up her jacket, making him pause.

He and the lady with butterfly wings’ gazes accidentally met, only to see Luo Pianqian tilt her head curiously, but the motion of zipping up also stopped.

Luo Qiu smiled, then looked away from Luo Pianqian and gazed at Long Xiruo, “Ms. Long?”

Long Xiruo pointed angrily at the pool ahead, “Right below the waterfall, there is a circular boulder. Behind it is a passage.”

Following Long Xiruo’s direction, Luo Qiu focused his gaze, then said shortly after, “The boulder you mentioned, Ms. Long, has already been moved.”

“What about the imprints on the rock? How many are left?” Long Xiruo frowned.

“There should be about three left, while the rest are scattered.”

Long Xiruo nodded: “It’s not the worst situation, with three left, it can be restored… but Hope might not be inside anymore, the key is to bring it back, otherwise repairing the seal will be useless.”

“Let’s get prepared first.” Luo Qiu nodded, then headed toward the pool.

Long Xiruo wanted to say something but quickly swallowed her words.

Because, just at that moment, the waterfall split open from the middle, water continued to cascade down the sides, and simultaneously, the pool split open from the center!

The pool water seemed as if blocked by something, as a direct path on the pool bed appeared… the land remained moist but didn’t seem muddy.

It seems not only the traveling issues were considered, but even the walking troubles during the journey were already taken into account.

Wow!

The moment they entered the pool bed, Luo Pianqian watched in wonder as the water was squeezed into towering walls on both sides… within it, she could clearly see the swimming fish.

Just like looking at decorations through a window, Luo Pianqian couldn’t help but press her face closer to the water wall and curiously took a deep breath, then held her breath, inserting her head into the water wall.

Her inflated cheeks appeared somewhat distorted in the water, while the buoyancy scattered her hair, as she began to explore the underwater world.

Suddenly, a vigorous fish swam rapidly toward Luo Pianqian, seemingly with no intention of stopping… its lips parted, densely packed sharp teeth expanding rapidly in her view, causing her to open her mouth instinctively.

The enormous pressure at the pool’s bottom instantly poured a mass of turbid liquid into the lady with butterfly wings’ mouth. She painfully withdrew her head from the water and coughed several times.

“Wipe it off.”

Luo Qiu took out a clean towel from his backpack, handing it to Luo Pianqian, while also waving his hand to return the fish that had just jumped out but now lay flapping on the pool bed back into the water.

This gesture seemed merely casual.

But it left Long Xiruo a bit dumbfounded.

As a club owner, as a soul collector… you who covet all the world’s beauty, why do you respect such weak lifeforms so greatly?

What are you… really thinking?

“Sorry, sorry.” The little butterfly monster was continuously apologizing, “I’ve bothered the boss again… I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing.” Luo Qiu shook his head lightly, “If you’re interested, you can visit an aquarium, that would be more convenient.”

Luo Pianqian nodded, then smiled brightly, seeming not to ponder much, simply voicing what was on her mind, “Next time, if there’s a chance, boss, let’s visit the aquarium together!”

“Me?” Luo Qiu was slightly stunned.

Luo Pianqian blinked and said, “Yes, otherwise going alone isn’t it lonely?”

“True.” Luo Qiu nodded, smiling, “If there’s a chance.”

“Really!” Luo Pianqian suddenly grasped Luo Qiu’s hand, holding it to her chest, appearing very joyful, “Right, let’s also invite You Ye Sister and Sister Long! Let’s go together!”

“I don’t have such leisure.” Long Xiruo wore a disdainful look, snorting lightly, then directly walked ahead.

Luo Pianqian felt slightly troubled watching, but Luo Qiu silently withdrew his hand, casually saying, “Let’s dry your hair first.”

“Okay!”

She was always so energetic.

Ahead, Long Xiruo already stopped, standing still while frowning, staring at a fully exposed gigantic round stone.

This stone bore chain-like black imprints, upon closer inspection, one could see these imprints were composed of numerous small cursed imprints.

And now, the imprint meant to be intact had only three unbroken lines remaining.

“Have you discerned anything?”

Luo Qiu had unknowingly arrived behind Long Xiruo, slightly bending over to inquire… just such proximity felt almost oppressive, making Long Xiruo feel as if she heard glass scraping, causing goosebumps.

She stepped aside slightly, then seriously replied, “It’s artificially damaged, if Hope broke out itself, the broken imprints wouldn’t be so systematically fractured!”

Luo Qiu nodded, while looking behind the round stone.

There was a pitch-black cave… but right before this cave, originally blocked by the round stone, were columns of stalagmites.

These columns also sealed the entrance of the cave, but now, several columns in the middle were broken.

“Has it…” Luo Qiu suddenly asked, “always been inside here?”

“What else can be done?” Long Xiruo replied helplessly, “It’s only for its own good, I didn’t want to do this either.”

Luo Qiu nodded, “The restoration work will trouble Ms. Long, I’ll go inside for a look.”

Without waiting for Long Xiruo’s response, Luo Qiu quickly slipped through the broken columns into the darkness beyond.