bdsm-fiction Chapter 85 Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone, My Lord, My Dream is to Join the Spirit Hall
Chapter 85 Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone, My Lord, My Dream is to Join the Spirit Hall
Chapter 85 Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone, My Lord, My Dream is to Join the Spirit Hall
"Young friend, are you not interested in women?"
Or do you prefer things like gold and silver?
She was just a maid; let her die.
When the honey trap fails, bribery becomes the last, mildest option before taking any further action.
"Gold and silver treasures, hehe, how much can you come up with?"
Bai Ran: I'd like to see how much money you, a nobleman, can come up with.
"How about fifty, oh no, five million gold soul coins?"
McHall began tentatively.
Five million gold soul coins—that's more than two years' worth of military pay for the entire border legion's two to three hundred thousand soldiers.
Bai Ran shook her head.
"Is that too little? How about eight million?"
When he saw the young man start haggling, McHale was secretly pleased.
Being dissatisfied with the price is practically equivalent to the fact that the matter is still negotiable.
McHall was worried that the boy would continue to maintain his righteous facade and then condemn his corrupt behavior.
That kind of stubbornness only makes things more difficult to handle.
"Eight million?"
Bai Ran remembered that even Uncle Feng, that Soul Douluo, didn't have that much money in total. (Never mind Ning Rongrong, she's the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she could easily come up with ten million gold soul coins.)
"Oh, young friend, ten million gold soul coins is the most I can offer."
No matter how much you want, there's nothing I can do for you.
Ten million gold soul coins?
To be honest, even a titled Douluo would have enough resources to cultivate from level 91 to level 95 or higher.
(Of course, besides resources, you also need talent. Otherwise, given how Dugu Bo was when he was first poisoned, even if you gave him 20 million gold soul coins, it wouldn't have made a difference.)
"Heh, interesting. You, a mere Soul Saint, a high-ranking general and deputy commander of the border legion, actually managed to produce ten million gold soul coins. I think you're already courting death!"
It is because of parasites like you that the empire has been weakened and is now in such a feeble state.
"Young friend, from what you're saying, it seems you don't want to talk anymore."
After McHale finished speaking, he also entered the state of martial spirit possession.
"McHaller, Martial Soul: Azure Eagle, Level 75 Agility-Attack Type Battle Soul Saint."
It's quite strange, but in Douluo Continent, whether it's the Douluo Tournament or a life-or-death battle, when a Soul Master possesses a Martial Soul, they will tell their opponent their Martial Soul and Soul Power level, ostensibly out of respect for the enemy.
However, Bai Ran won't waste time with you.
I stood there dumbfounded and told you about my martial spirit.
Moreover, a Soul Saint with an agility-based attack type and an eagle-like martial soul could easily be rendered helpless by Bai Ran once he activated his martial soul true form and flew into the sky.
So, when McHowell had just finished explaining his martial spirit and related spirit power level...
Bai Ran has already activated the two major domains of his martial soul, and is now receiving various buffs and enhancements.
With a swift step, he appeared in front of McHall and threw a punch straight at his face.
McHall: Young people, you have no sense of martial ethics...
Bai Ran held back most of his strength in that punch.
After all, it would be too easy for this nobleman to be blown away with a single punch.
……
After taking McHall under control
Bai Ran began searching the manor.
Especially McHall's room,
It's hard to imagine the hardships these Southern Legion soldiers endure on a daily basis, given that they're willing to spend ten million gold soul coins on bribes.
The upper management ate with grease and grease, the middle management barely managed to get enough to eat, and the lower management ate whatever was available.
It's hard to hold back.
"There really is a secret room."
After smashing the floorboards, Bai Ran successfully found the nobleman's secret room (his treasury).
On a stone table were three storage soul tools.
Storage soul tools in Dou Yi are extremely rare; it's unexpected that a marquis would possess three.
Of course, it's also possible that it was passed down from their ancestors.
Because the original owner did not place any restrictions on these storage soul tools,
Bai Ran didn't need to worry that brute force would shatter the space inside the soul tool, causing the items stored inside to disappear in the spatial turbulence.
The first storage soul tool was filled with gold soul coins. Bai Ran roughly estimated that it contained about 1700 million gold soul coins.
The second storage soul tool was filled with various precious herbs, among which a thousand-year-old dragon blood ginseng was the most precious. Even just boiling water with the ginseng whiskers could pull a seriously injured and dying soul master back from the brink of death and keep him alive.
However, while this herb is precious, it is still far from being a divine herb.
The last soul tool, huh? Why is this one restricted?
Moreover, this fluctuation of soul power is extremely strange and cunning!
Strange, could it be that McHale was planning to keep this soul tool to "pay tribute" to his superior?
"Help me, Mr. Emperor Flag."
Although Bai Ran's mental strength was insufficient to forcibly break through this extremely tricky soul power restriction,
But just because he can't do it doesn't mean that the Emperor's Flag can't do it.
Place the last storage soul tool in front of "Big Brother" and let him refine the soul power restriction on it in an instant.
Soon, under the powerful attraction of the Emperor's Flag,
The soul power restriction that had been emitting a faint light immediately dimmed.
With a "click",
Utterly shattered.
Bai Ran quickly probed the storage soul tool with his soul power to see what was hidden inside.
"Huh? This, this is!"
Bai Ran was somewhat unsure.
Take one more look.
"Ah! A ten-thousand-year-old soul bone, or rather, a left arm bone that's about twenty thousand years old."
Because he hadn't studied the relevant knowledge properly, Bai Ran didn't know which type of soul beast the soul bone came from.
"Wait, there's another letter here."
Bai Ran first took out the letter that was placed next to the soul bone.
To Lord Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Temple...
In the letter, Bai Ran also learned that Lieutenant General McHale believed that war might break out soon.
Therefore, he hoped to exchange this 20,000-year-old soul bone for the status of a black-robed bishop of the Martial Soul Temple, so that he could be transferred away from the front line smoothly.
As for why he didn't bribe high-ranking military officials?
Perhaps McHale felt that he had been cutting military pay too much in recent years, which had completely disappointed the Imperial Marshal. Even if he offered this ancient soul bone to the Marshal, the Marshal would definitely continue to keep him at the border.
Moreover, if war breaks out, he is very likely to be placed at the forefront.
In contrast, bribing the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Temple is much simpler.
Moreover, if a war breaks out between the two empires, the Spirit Hall will be an object that both empires will want to win over.
The military would not possibly disregard the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall for the sake of this "parasite".
As for his noble status?
Oh well, whatever. I've made so much money, I need to be alive to spend it.
……
(End of this chapter)