The Medallion

Chapter 1000 A Beauty From The Spiritual Race

The figure in black robe slowly raised his hands, and the hundreds of spirit-manipulated beasts burst into an uproar. The sound of their cries was deafening. Anyone who witnessed such a scene would've been scared to death! RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

When the chaos began to die down, the figure in black robe suddenly uttered a strange tone, and all the spirit-manipulated beasts immediately shut up.

The figure in black robe then began to speak in a tongue Rocky wasn't familiar with.

'Is it from the spiritual race?' Rocky thought to himself. He figured this was the most logical answer, even though he hadn't seen which spiritual space the figure came from. If anyone could control all these spirit-manipulated beasts, it must be someone from the spiritual race.

'I wish I could understand what he's saying...' Rocky couldn't help but feel frustratingly curious. What on earth could he be talking about?

"Your homeland is being invaded by the despicable human race, and they're going to destroy everything. You can't sit still and wait for death. You must drive them out!" Suddenly, Rocky heard the Dragon-shaped Soul Beast talking in his head. It seemed to be translating the words for him!

Rocky's expression turned cold when he heard the words. Obviously, the mysterious figure wanted to provoke these spirit-manipulated beasts to attack the treasure hunting teams led by the six princes.

The mysterious figure suddenly waved his hand dismissively, and all the spirit-manipulated beasts in the valley immediately dispersed. But their movements were controlled, and they seemed to march in a formation as they retreated.

"Prince Woods might be in trouble, but I have no idea where he is now. I need to warn him," Rocky said anxiously. "If only I brought a spirit-manipulated beast that could send them a message..." Rocky

frowned at the sudden turn of events. Not only was Prince Woods in danger, but his quest to find the spiritual treasure just got a whole lot more dangerous, with all these spirit-manipulated beasts roaming around. After weighing his options, he figured his best bet would be to keep on treasure hunting. After all, Woods was not alone, and the cultivators who were with him should be able to protect him. And with that, he turned around abruptly, with the hopes of slipping away without disturbing the robed figure.

However, before he could even take one step, a ray of spiritual light suddenly shot from the sky and transformed into a cage, imprisoning Rocky and Ken instantly.

Rocky's heart skipped a beat. Alas, despite being invisible, they were caught! Heaving a frustrated sigh, he turned around. To his surprise, the mysterious robed figure, who was standing on the protruding stone just moments earlier, stood right in front of him now.

"Show yourself! How dare a human being even try to get past me!" This time, this mysterious figure spoke a language that Rocky understood, Although the words spoken were harsh, the voice was like pleasant music to Rocky's ears.

"A woman?" Rocky had no choice but to reveal himself, along with Ken. Eyeing the mysterious figure suspiciously, he asked, "How did you find me?"

"Is it really so difficult?" The mysterious figure chuckled, which sounded fascinating. Rocky cleared his throat, despite having goose bumps at the sound of such a lovely laugh.

"Now that I've shown myself, why don't you take your veil off? I want to see the owner of such a sweet voice," Rocky said with a smile. He was curious not only about what she looked like, but also which spiritual race she belonged to. Hence, he tried to provoke her.

"You bastard! How dare you talk to me like that! Need I remind you that anyone who sees my face never lives to tell the tale? Do you still want to see my face?" the mysterious woman said, smiling playfully.

"It's a romantic thing to be killed by a beautiful woman. Death is inevitable, anyway. But before that, won't it be good fortune for me to see a beauty before I go?" Rocky replied calmly.

"You humans are really something. But you are right. You will surely die. So, I will grant you your last wish." The mysterious woman hesitated for a moment, then whipped off her hood.

Long pinkish-silver hair poured down like a waterfall, perfectly framing a fair, oval face. She was cute and small, with cheeks as pink as a flower in bloom. Her delicate features made her look like a doll, and her smile gave off a warm feeling, as though she'd never experienced hardship in her life.

However, Rocky was more than aware that this was just an illusion. The more harmless a woman looked, the more dangerous she was.

This woman in front looked very much like a human, but upon a closer look, one could find miniscule differences. But still, Rocky couldn't tell which spiritual race she was from.

"Am I ugly?" the beautiful girl asked, throwing him a playful wink.

"Yes." Rocky thought for a while and nodded.

"You are courting death!" the girl said with a glare.

"If I said that you're beautiful, you'd strike me down instantly. On the contrary, if I said you're ugly, then you might feel inclined to let me live a little longer just so you can torture me. So, I chose to take the risk and call you ugly, in the hopes that I might enjoy your beauty a little while longer," Rocky said seriously, shrugging slightly.

The girl burst into laughter, filling Rocky's ears with such lovely music.

"Which spiritual race do you come from?" Rocky couldn't help but ask. "We're in the Roaring Flame Empire now. Are you from the Fire Clan? But I doubt it... You don't look like it," Rocky said, rubbing his

chin.

"Humph, don't confuse me for one of them. They're rubbish!" the girl cried in disdain.

"So you are from a more advanced spiritual race? You couldn't possibly have come from the Wood Clan. They're so ugly, you wouldn't want to look at them twice," Rocky continued.

"Have you ever seen the Wood Clan?" the girl asked, eyes wide with surprise. She didn't expect that Rocky had seen any other members of the spiritual race other than her.

"Why shouldn't I? This is strange. To be honest, I've even seen the members of Heavenly Demon Clan!" Rocky replied with a faint smile.

"Oh, it seems that I have underestimated you. Who the hell are you? If you were able to see people from the spiritual race, you must be quite powerful," the girl asked hesitantly, driven by curiosity.

"Beauty, tell me your name first, and I'll tell you who I am. Otherwise, I refuse," Rocky said shamelessly.

"Humph, why should I tell you? I don't care who you are. You're about to die, anyway. I don't want to get all sentimental." The girl cast him an indifferent glance, and puckered her lips snootily.

"Oh, please don't be so cruel," Rocky coaxed gently. "Since I'm about to die, you're the last person I'll ever see. Why don't you just tell me your name? You must have incredible, supernatural power since you can drive so many spirit-manipulated beasts." Narrowing his eyes slightly, Rocky continued cautiously, "And I suppose that you must know about the spiritual treasure hidden in this Hell of Dragon Fang too, right?" Batting his eyelashes innocently, Rocky pouted at her, trying his best to look helpless.

"Of course I know!" the girl said indignantly.

"So it's real! There truly is a spiritual treasure here! Can you tell me where it is?" Rocky asked excitedly.

"Why should I tell you? Are we friends?" the girl asked coldly, not falling into his trap. She rolled her eyes at him.

"You don't know, do you?" Rocky tried to goad her.