WebNovel Chapter 1272 Obtaining the Storage Artifact
Chapter 1272 Obtaining the Storage Artifact
On the scroll, mountains and rivers flow, and clouds and mist swirl.
Several figures could be vaguely seen struggling and screaming in pain.
Judging from their figures and appearances, it is not difficult to recognize that these figures are the companions who were taken in before.
The most conspicuous figure was the one with faint flames burning around him—their leader, Red Flame.
At this moment, Hong Yan was in a sorry state, and there was no trace of the prestige of a Nascent Soul Realm expert left.
Even though they had shrunk to the size of a figure in the painting, they could still see that the leader was weak and looked as if he might die at any moment.
This painting... is indeed terrifying.
"Everyone... everyone step back."
Lei Zhen managed to squeeze out a voice, gesturing for everyone to step back a little further.
Knowing that retreating would be useless, as long as Ning Ruan wanted to deal with them, it would be futile for them to hide outside the spirit boat.
But I still couldn't help but step back.
It seems that being further away makes one safer.
Ning Ruan glanced at the group of Wuyin Bandits who were like frightened birds, her lips slightly curved, but she didn't say anything more.
She took the golden paintbrush out of her storage belt without a second thought.
He lightly touched the edge of the scroll with the tip of his pen, and then began to write and scribble in the blank spaces of the scroll.
Golden ink flowed across the scroll, emitting a soft glow.
Soon, one after another, lifelike ink-wash figures emerged from the tip of the brush.
They leaped down from the edge of the painting and merged into the landscape.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of ink-wash figures appeared in the painting.
They moved in perfect unison, rushing towards the direction of the red flames.
The painting is finished.
Ning Ruan lightly tapped the edge of the scroll with her fingers.
next moment.
From within the scroll came the terrified roar of the red flames:
"What the hell is this thing? Ning Ruan, what are you trying to do?"
"You'll find out what I want to do soon enough," Ning Ruan replied slowly.
"..."
Indeed, Hongyan immediately realized Ning Ruan's purpose.
The ink-wash figures approached him, their target clear, forming a circle around him.
He wanted to escape, he wanted to rebel.
But in this world within the painting, he was just like an ordinary person, utterly powerless to fight back.
It had already been washed away by floods several times and was also crushed by suddenly collapsing mountains.
At this moment, he couldn't even stand up straight.
The ink-wash figures quickly surrounded him.
Several bandits nearby tried to rush forward to save him.
But as soon as they moved, more than a dozen ink-wash figures descended from the sky and captured them.
"Ahhh-"
A piercing scream emanated from the painting.
Hongyan was held down firmly by dozens of ink-wash figures, unable to move.
They moved brutally and efficiently, beginning to plunder all of Hongyan's storage artifacts.
Storage rings, storage bags, storage belts...
One by one, they were stripped off.
"Ning Ruan! Let me go! If you let me go, I'll give you all my storage artifacts, Ning Ruan... Ah!"
The red flames abruptly stopped, replaced by an even more piercing scream.
After emptying the storage artifact, the ink-wash figures began to tie the person up.
He threw it directly into the river not far away.
Other bandits were not spared either.
After their storage artifacts were taken away, they were quickly thrown into the water one after another, like dumplings being dumpled.
Screams came and went.
A group of bandits on the deck felt a shiver run down their spines.
Ning Ruan tapped the scroll again.
The screams disappeared instantly.
She closed the scroll and held it in her hand.
The deck was deathly silent.
A dozen or so bandits stood frozen in place, their faces ashen, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
Until Ning Ruan put away the scroll.
Their gazes remained fixed on the painting, their Adam's apples bobbing, yet they dared not even utter a sound of swallowing.
too frightening.
If even the leader is in such a miserable state, what will happen if they go in?
They're probably in an even worse situation than the leader.
It is said that Ning Ruan has a single stroke that can instantly kill a powerful expert like Wang Xuan of the Shadow Clan.
The painting in front of me is clearly not that one.
However, they felt that the level of terror was in no way inferior.
Ning Ruan casually held the scroll in her hand and tapped it lightly with her fingers.
The movements were relaxed and comfortable, as if they had just done something insignificant.
She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the group of Wuyin bandits on the deck who were clearly terrified, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Why aren't you talking?"
"..."
No one dared to answer.
Ning Ruan didn't care and instead flicked her finger.
A large number of storage artifacts flew out of the scroll, streaking through the air before landing neatly on the deck, forming a small mountain.
"That's about it." Ning Ruan pointed to the pile of storage rings and looked at Lei Zhen. "Which ones did you steal?"
"..."
Lei Zhen was startled and quickly stepped forward.
He crouched down and, with trembling hands, began to examine the storage artifacts.
He would carefully examine each item for a moment, afraid of making a mistake.
What he feared even more was the person in front of him, who might capture him into a painting at the slightest provocation.
He would rather die in battle than be depicted in a painting.
If he were to be tortured to death like the leader, like a dead dog, by a group of ink-wash figures... he wouldn't be content even if he died.
At this moment, I feel mostly fortunate.
Fortunately, although he wasn't a good person.
Fortunately, I didn't do too many bad things back then.
At most, it's just murder and robbery.
At least no one was deliberately tormented; everyone's abilities were the deciding factor.
Whoever loses dies.
While Lei Zhen was searching for the storage artifact, the other Boundless Bandits stood not far away, not daring to breathe.
After a while.
Lei Zhen finally selected nearly a hundred storage artifacts from them. This time, he really didn't dare to play any tricks.
"These...they were all stolen."
"Okay." Ning Ruan nodded. "Then let's return it."
Lei Zhen was stunned for a moment, "Give...give it back?"
“That’s right,” Ning Ruan said matter-of-factly. “It originally belonged to someone else, so of course it should be returned. I’m not some bandit.”
A group of endless bandits on the deck: "..."
Although I know I'm not a good person.
But hearing Ning Ruan's contemptuous tone still made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
If they had other choices, they wouldn't have become bandits.
“…Yes.” Lei Zhen didn’t dare to ask any more questions and quickly replied.
He put away the large pile of storage artifacts, turned around and walked towards the lower deck of the spirit ship, where the cultivators they had captured and were about to sell were imprisoned.
Ning Ruan ignored the large pile of storage artifacts left on the deck and followed Lei Zhen slowly.
“Ning…” Lei Zhen stopped and turned to look at her. “You, you don’t accept other storage artifacts?”
He said, "Although most of those were looted, they are all ownerless now."
Ning Ruan casually replied, "It's the same if we come back later. Do you really think they'll steal mine?"
"..."
The word 'mine' is quite interesting.
Lei Zhen glanced at his group of motionless companions on the deck and said in a complicated tone, "They probably don't dare to take it now."
They're so scared they're practically terrified, what can they possibly use?