"Hahaha..."
Di Tianzheng laughed wildly to the sky, his back molars clearly visible in his excitement.
He tightly clutched a celestial ginseng as thick as a thigh, its entire body emitting a purplish glow and a surge of boundless vital energy. It was likely close to a hundred thousand years old.
"My luck has been extraordinary lately, with one good thing after another. Now I've unearthed a ninety-thousand-year-old Purple Jade Ginseng. After I capture that little Yinglong, I'll stew them together and eat them. It will surely restore my Immortal God Realm strength."
At this moment, Di Tianzheng felt like he was the chosen one.
He stroked the Purple Jade Ginseng, thinking that soon he would find the severely injured Ying Menglong. His laughter grew even more triumphant.
Just then.
Ji Hanhan had crept closer, approaching silently. He raised the granite stone in his hand and delivered a blow to the back of Di Tianzheng's head.
Thud!
Di Tianzheng let out a piercing scream, his vision went black, and he desperately struggled, unwilling to pass out.
Filled with resentment, he strained his neck, wanting to see which damned bastard dared to sneak attack him.
But what met his eyes was a large stone whistling down.
Ji Mo aimed at his forehead again and delivered another blow, finally knocking him down.
"This guy's head is really tough."
Ji Mo saw Di Tianzheng's eyes roll back, his body stiff, before he dropped the stone.
Then, he happily snatched the Purple Jade Ginseng from his hand.
Ji Hanhan remembered that this guy had mocked him at the foot of the mountain, and now he was boasting about stewing a dragon. Naturally, he couldn't stand for it.
How could the little dragon be so cute and yet be stewed in a pot?
It would definitely be tastier grilled or in a hot pot.
"I've always been refined and easygoing. I'll let the insults you hurled at me earlier slide. Consider this ginseng your compensation."
Ji Mo fiddled with Di Tianzheng for a moment. Upon realizing he was human and not a demon, he left with a hint of regret.
After all, there was no deep-seated hatred between them, so there was no need to be merciless.
After an unknown amount of time, Di Tianzheng finally woke up.
His head throbbed with pain, and his ears buzzed. If he hadn't been reborn through soul possession and possessed immensely powerful soul energy, he would have been an idiot.
"Damn it..."
He touched the swelling on his head, furious, and couldn't help but curse.
Counting his past life and this one, he had never felt so wronged or suffered such a significant loss.
He had always been the one to bully the weak and seize others' treasures. He never imagined that karma would come back to bite him, and he himself would be ambushed and robbed.
"This enrages me..."
Di Tianzheng pounded his chest and stomped his feet, roaring to the sky, "Revenge, I must have revenge!"
But then his face fell in defeat.
He hadn't even seen what the attacker looked like, so who was he supposed to seek revenge from?
"I'll find Ying Menglong first and eat him. Once my power greatly increases, I'll settle the score with that bastard. Since I'm on Peak 108, he definitely won't leave easily. I'll have a chance to meet him again."
Di Tianzheng suppressed his anger and made a decision.
He continued to search for Ying Menglong's trace. As a member of the Underworld race, he could discern the residual aura left by a wounded prey. The other party couldn't escape his grasp.
"That's strange, is this little Yinglong that good at hiding?"
Di Tianzheng followed the trail to the grassland where Ying Menglong had previously hidden, but then he could no longer detect the other party's aura.
This puzzled him greatly. How could Ying Menglong, who was on the verge of death, disappear?
It wasn't possible that he had already healed his injuries in such a short time, was it?
The evil killing secret technique he used, even if Ying Menglong had divine medicine on him, could at best only prolong his life temporarily, not completely heal him.
"He must have used some special treasure to block his aura. You can't escape far."
Di Tianzheng was confident in himself. It would only take a little more effort. No one had ever successfully escaped his pursuit.
Not in the past, and not in the future.
He continued his search, but instead of finding Ying Menglong, he discovered something good.
It was a pool of clear spring water, only about three feet square.
The spring water shimmered, emitting auspicious rays, like a rippling ocean. The mist rose, creating an incredibly astonishing sight.
Vaguely.
He could faintly see two small fish, one black and one white, circling and chasing each other in the spring water, occasionally emitting points of sacred light.
"Divine Spring! This looks like the Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid!"
Di Tianzheng's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing.
When the old man lost his horse, who knew if it was a blessing in disguise?
Although he had been robbed, fortune and misfortune are intertwined, and he had actually stumbled upon a great opportunity.
This was the Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid! Even a single drop was enough to cause bloodshed.
Now, there was a small pool of it. Its value was immeasurable. Even divine-level beings would fight fiercely for it.
"Hahaha!"
Di Tianzheng trembled with excitement.
There was no doubt that he was the chosen one, otherwise, how could he have such great fortune?
As long as he obtained this pool of Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid, recovering his peak strength would only be a matter of time. It might even allow him to become the new patriarch of the entire Underworld race, restoring the glorious honor of the Underworld.
Suddenly.
He looked around, filled with vigilance.
Only after confirming that no one was around did he relax, mocking himself for being overly cautious.
However, the Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid was not easy to collect. He took out his battle halberd and put on a suit of extremely ancient armor.
The armor was filled with the traces of time and flowed with profound runes. Its treasure light was dazzling, indicating it was a good treasure.
After fully arming himself, Di Tianzheng adjusted his state to the best, unleashed his strongest power, and prepared to collect the Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid.
As soon as he approached the pool, he felt his hair stand on end, and a chill ran down his spine.
This feeling was both strange and familiar.
Thump...
With a loud thud, his head vibrated violently, and a strong sense of dizziness washed over him.
"What the hell, it's happening again..."
At this moment, it felt like ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through Di Tianzheng's mind.
That damned person had come for him again.
His heart was filled with rage, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lungs felt like they would explode.
Did he really think I was a pushover, to be squeezed at will?
This time, I will kill you.
He erupted, willing to pay any price to counterattack and tear this insidious dog thief to pieces.
However.
A voice of admiration rang out, "Kid, you're quite resilient."
Then, Di Tianzheng was ruthlessly knocked down, and his head was pummeled by a barrage of fists like raindrops.
With unwillingness and indignation, he was beaten unconscious.
"Your luck is indeed good, running into me again."
Ji Mo rubbed his hands and unceremoniously dug up the entire pool of Primordial Yin-Yang Liquid, storing it in his Moon God Ring, not even leaving Di Tianzheng a speck of mud.
Then, he cast a malicious gaze at Di Tianzheng's armor and weapons.
After a slight deliberation, he took them all.
He even stripped Di Tianzheng of all his valuables, kindly leaving him only a pair of shorts.
"Hehehe, a huge profit."
Ji Hanhan left with immense satisfaction.
Not long after.
Di Tianzheng, upon waking up, let out a roar of extreme frustration.