The Healer Demands Payment!

Chapter 116

Ji Wujiong snorted with a face full of disdain: "You want to pay me to teach you stuff? Meng Qiqi, what do you think of me?!"

"Forget it if you don't want to." Meng Qi narrowed her eyes and resolutely turned her gaze away.

The long night was coming to an end. The sun began to rise, creating a line of white light on the distant horizon. The morning glow slowly dyed the eastern sky red, obscuring the stars a little, making them a bit less bright than during the night.

Meng Qi's group stopped, keeping their ears open to the burst of howls from the wolf pack running at the front. The menacing howls echoed loudly under the silent night sky. Sikong Xing promptly jumped to Meng Qi's side and made a hand seal with her right hand. Black water emerged from the ground and rose to form a water wall about the height of her waist, enclosing them all in a protective manner.

Chu Tianfeng clasped his fingers, prompting the red lotus by his side to suddenly bloom brilliantly. Every petal was like a burning flame, looking extremely dazzling.

Xu Zijun and Qin Xiumo's swords each pointed to the direction in which the snow wolves were still howling in a low voice, sometimes interrupted by growls and whimpers that seemed to express their nervousness about the danger.

Su Junmo raised his hand. A blue light flew out from his palm and sank into the ground.

The group had gone through many battles with constant cooperation. The moment a danger was sensed, everyone immediately leaped to their places and prepared for battle.

Ji Wujiong looked around and watched their movements in silence. He raised his eyebrows, but did not let out his usual sneer. He then pressed his hand on his chest and slowly pulled out his iconic pure black saber.

Meng Qi was standing next to him and had a clear view of his action. From up close, it was obvious that Ji Wujiong's saber was neither a natal weapon nor a magic tool, but was actually drawn from his chest in the literal sense.

Meng Qi's heart jumped a bit, and she suddenly remembered one of the many stuff she had once heard from Su Junmo. According to the fox, there was a very special group among the celestial demon. Their members used their own bodies as a refining furnace and their bone and blood as the material, creating a weapon that ranked higher than a natal weapon.

That particular group was a well-known powerhouse in the Demon Rank, but Su Junmo didn't say whether they were a proper clan or a mixture of various people.

Could it be that Ji Wujiong was actually a demon cultivator? Meng Qi frowned slightly.

The amethyst eight trigram compass was also summoned out by Ji Wujiong. It seemed to have grown familiar with Meng Qi. As soon as it appeared, it flew towards her and rubbed itself against her shoulder, looking quite energetic.

Ji Wujiong held out his hand, grabbed the compass, and dragged it back to his side, chiding coldly, "Prepare for combat."

The compass shook its small body aggrievedly, as if unwilling to be parted from Meng Qi. But due to Ji Wujiong's deterrence, it could only rub itself against his shoulders and did not dare to fly off again.

Meng Qi couldn't hold back her smile. Any natal weapon was connected with its master's soul and had the potential of cultivating a spiritual consciousness, but she had never encountered anything half as lively as Ji Wujiong's compass.

"Take out your natal cauldron." Ji Wujiong reminded Meng Qi.

"Oh," Meng Qi snapped her fingers, summoning the five spirits cauldron and had it floated next to her. After leaving her spiritual sea, the chilly aura in the cauldron seemed to have disappeared, making it look ordinary and simple, not even comparable to Li Che's natal cauldron. All in all, the legendary five spirits cauldron looked no different from any basic-level cauldron used by someone who had just broken through into the Golden Core stage.