136: Chapter 137 Let's get some equipment first

Once Jiang Feng said this, the boat fell into dead silence.

The sound of the wind and the waves seemed to vanish all at once.

"The island... is moving on its own?"

Granny Gu's voice was dry, her wrinkled face trembling, and her hands shook so much that she could barely hold onto her turtle-shell cane.

"How is that possible..."

Little Queen Jin Xi's small face turned deathly pale instantly. She instinctively clutched Granny Gu's sleeve, and for the first time, fear showed in her eyes that had only just regained their sight.

Jiang Feng did not explain.

He simply looked at these terrified tribespeople calmly.

"Rest assured, I can resolve this matter."

"I can even return your island to its original location."

"But I need a few days to prepare, and once the matter is resolved, I need to enter your Holy Tower."

His voice was not loud, but to their ears, it sounded wonderful, shattering the despair in their hearts.

As for Jiang Feng's request to enter the Holy Tower, it was hardly a demand at all. If he could truly resolve the tribe's centuries-old trouble, they wouldn't even frown if he asked for their lives.

"Heavenly God! Thank you, Heavenly God..."

Granny Gu was the first to react; her legs went weak, and she knelt on the deck, tears streaming down her face as she kowtowed desperately to Jiang Feng.

Little Queen Jin Xi knelt down as well. Her clear eyes were filled with tears, but she did not cry out; instead, she used all her strength to press her small forehead against the cold deck.

All the tribespeople on the boat knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Feng incessantly.

It was only after Jiang Feng helped them up one by one that they stopped.

Returning to the Middle Island, Jiang Feng walked into the stone house the tribe had prepared for him.

Claiming he needed to prepare was merely an excuse.

Extortion was the true goal.

He sat cross-legged and sank his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Now, it is time to talk about our business."

In the gray, hazy space, the phantom of the Purple-Skirt Woman reclined, her eyes slightly open.

"Our business? You are the Heavenly God; what does that have to do with me?"

"Stop playing dumb."

Jiang Feng's voice rang out coldly in the Sea of Consciousness, "That Iron-Armored Golden Turtle swallowed the essence of a ten-thousand-year-old Black Turtle and ate thousands of living people. You know better than I do what kind of monster it is now."

"As you said before, with my current strength, going down there is just delivering myself as a snack."

The phantom of the Purple-Skirt Woman swayed slightly, carrying a hint of a smile.

"Know fear now? Beg me."

"I beg you?"

Jiang Feng laughed, "Fine. I'll go down tomorrow and be its snack. My life is worthless; dying here doesn't matter. But it would be a pity for you, a dignified Nascent Soul Master, to be eaten by a turtle. If that got out, tsk tsk, how pathetic."

"You!"

The phantom of the Purple-Skirt Woman sat up straight abruptly, losing that lazy air.

Perhaps she didn't want to be swallowed by the turtle, or perhaps she had come to her senses.

She sighed faintly.

"Speak, what do you want to extort from me this time?"

She gritted her teeth, her voice full of grievance.

"Don't put it so harshly."

Jiang Feng's consciousness paced leisurely, "We are partners. I am going down there to risk my life; surely you must provide some equipment?"

The Purple-skirted Woman rolled her eyes at Jiang Feng and said nothing; she had already prepared herself for a heavy loss.

"Hehe."

Seeing the Purple-skirted Woman get the point, Jiang Feng chuckled and stated his requirements.

"First, something that allows me to breathe underwater. Don't try to fool me with some Turtle Breathing Technique; I want a treasure that lets me stay in the water for a long time."

"Second, I need a secret technique that can instantly boost my combat power. That thing is in its home turf in the water; I must have a trump card."

Jiang Feng had previously been interested in the Chilian Tribe's Thousand-Fold Strength, but after studying it, he found it was just clumsy force stacking.

He knew that as a Nascent Soul Master, she must possess such techniques, and he assumed they would certainly be extraordinary.

The Purple-Skirt Woman fell silent.

Jiang Feng did not rush her, waiting calmly.

He had her firmly in his grasp; this woman wanted to leave this godforsaken place even more than he did.

After a long while, the Purple-Skirt Woman spoke resentfully: "You! Very well!"

As her voice fell, a warm, white bead floated out from her phantom.

"Water-Avoiding Bead."

Her voice carried a hint of heartache.

"This bead can part the water as you move, creating its own realm underwater. Not to mention breathing, even in the deep sea ten thousand miles down, it will be like walking on flat ground."

Jiang Feng's consciousness grabbed the Water-Avoiding Bead.

It felt warm to the touch, and a strange energy instantly enveloped him.

Good stuff.

Seeing the expression on the Purple-Skirt Woman as if she had been cut open, Jiang Feng knew that this item surely had more than just water-avoiding functions; it might have other, more astonishing uses.

"And what about the Cultivation Technique?"

He toyed with the Water-Avoiding Bead and asked lazily.

The phantom of the Purple-Skirt Woman fluctuated violently, clearly quite angry.

In the end, she yielded.

A golden light shot out from her fingertip and instantly merged into Jiang Feng's consciousness.

Yangguan Three-Fold.

Three ancient characters, along with a secret technique to stimulate the potential of the Physical Body, were branded directly into his Sea of Consciousness.

This technique required no spiritual power and could increase his combat power three times in succession within a short period, with each increase doubling the previous one!

The cost was the consumption of his own essence blood.

"This is more like it."

Jiang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Consume essence blood?

For him, with his monstrous blood and Qi, the small amount of essence blood consumed would all return after one sleep.

"I have given you the items; whether you can kill that beast depends on your own ability."

The Purple-Skirt Woman finished speaking, and her figure dimmed, clearly not wanting to say another word.

Jiang Feng grinned and returned his consciousness to his body.

He opened his eyes, gripped the Water-Avoiding Bead in his hand, and stood up.

Outside the door, the tribespeople of the Black Turtle Tribe had been waiting in a dense crowd for two days and two nights.

Seeing Jiang Feng walk out, everyone held their breath.

Jiang Feng asked the tribespeople for a few thick linen garments to keep out the cold, put them on, and then headed toward the seaside.

Under everyone's gaze, he said nothing and dove straight into the seawater.

Guided by the remaining Divine Sense of the Purple-Skirt Woman, Jiang Feng hung the Water-Avoiding Bead on his body and dove rapidly into the deep sea.

The soft light emitted by the bead pushed away all the seawater within a meter around him, forming an absolutely dry space.

Soon, he arrived at the head of that massive turtle corpse.

A giant mouth capable of swallowing a small mountain, though filled with Death Qi, still exuded a terrifying pressure.

Jiang Feng was preparing to enter through the giant mouth.

Before he could make a move.

An irresistible, terrifying suction force erupted suddenly from the mouth of the turtle corpse!

Jiang Feng felt the world go black; his body was completely out of control and was instantly pulled inside.

So that was how it was.

Those tribespeople who fell into the sea didn't drown at all; they were swallowed directly by this giant beast!

The spinning sensation lasted only a moment.

Jiang Feng steadied his figure, and a thick, inseparable stench of blood and rot rushed toward him.

This was a huge cavern; many beads emitting a ghostly green light were embedded in the surrounding cave walls, illuminating the space in a ghastly green.

Beneath him was foul water mixed with seawater and viscous blood, with many undissolved human bones floating in it.

Jiang Feng furrowed his brows, tapped his foot, and leaped onto a reef that had been swept in along with him by the suction force.

As soon as he stood firm.

"Gurgle."

A wet, slippery swallowing sound echoed from the darkness not far away.

He turned his head abruptly.

A cold, greedy, and murderous gaze from a dark corner locked onto him tightly.