Journey to the West: Signing in for 500 Years-Chapter 577 - 571: Ninefold Tribulation Thunder [Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets]_1

The Nine-winged mosquito was now scared witless. He knew that Sha Chen absolutely hadn't lied. Strength was apparent when it was there, and he could tell that Sha Chen's aura and momentum had completely changed. Compared to last time, he felt that Sha Chen was truly much more powerful, and not just by a little bit. Even at his own peak, he was no better.

The Nine-winged mosquito's heart was in turmoil, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and said with a flattering smile, "Deserving of the name Sha Chen, my brother, this talent is indeed unrivaled in the world. Throughout the ages, countless heroes have not matched your unique dominance. With such talent, even those Saints would only pale in comparison to you."

Sha Chen listened to the flattery with a smiling face, but in his heart, he did not take it seriously. What he wanted was to surpass those Saints in terms of strength, not talent. Throughout history, many people of extraordinary talent were as common as carp in the Yellow River. Their talents at certain stages even outstripped Sha Chen's. But the number of those who managed to reach the very end was exceedingly small. Only those who survived and possessed great strength were the true powerhouses. Otherwise, they were just geniuses. Geniuses who died young are not remembered, whereas true powerhouses can shake the world at all times.

Sha Chen would not be destroyed by the Nine-winged mosquito's sugar-coated shells. He was clear about what he really wanted. He merely said indifferently, "Enough, there's no need for further words. You've come here to heal, and I can treat you, but remember our respective statuses." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He glanced at the Nine-winged mosquito and continued, "We are cooperating. I heal you, and you bring me cultivation resources. Moreover, I will have you do some things for me, and you may not refuse."

Under somebody's roof, one cannot help but bow their head. The Nine-winged mosquito was seeking help and dared not refuse. He agreed repeatedly.

Sha Chen said, "Bring out the resources. I'll inspect them."

The Nine-winged mosquito hesitated, torn, and worried that if he gave everything to Sha Chen, he would be left penniless. And if Sha Chen then didn't heal him, wouldn't he be at a great loss?

Noticing this, Sha Chen said, "With your current state and strength, I could kill you with one hand."

The Nine-winged mosquito no longer doubted and quickly brought out the resources, throwing over a dozen Qiankun Bags. Sha Chen caught the Qiankun Bags, opened them, and checked, his mouth curling into a strange smile. There was nothing wrong with these resources, and there were quite a few Qiankun Bags, all fully packed, which seemed to be a real show of sincerity. However, more than half were filled with third or fourth-grade Spiritual Medicines and Immortal Herbs, or other similar cultivation resources.

To Sha Chen, these were akin to chicken ribs—tasteless, yet a pity to discard. Even if he used them to make Immortal Pills on regular days, he felt it was a waste of time and usually stored them in the warehouse for his followers to use, or he would directly use them as fertilizer to nurture First and Second Grade Immortal Medicines and Elixirs. Such garbage was beneath Sha Chen, yet the Nine-winged mosquito brought them out with no shame.

The other items weren't much better, with most being Second Grade Immortal Medicines. There weren't many First Grade Immortal Medicines, just a few hundred plants. There were also a few Miracle Elixirs comparable to First Grade Immortal Medicines, but those, too, were few in number and just barely passable. These dozen or so Qiankun Bags looked packed to the brim, ostensibly signifying wealth, but it was only enough for Sha Chen to cultivate for about two years.

Sha Chen said with an odd expression, "Mosquito Man, this is too much of a deception."

The Nine-winged mosquito was startled and quickly said, "My brother, what do you mean by this?"

Sha Chen laughed. "With your strength and influence, accumulated over countless years, how could you have such meager possessions? Just this much, and it's only enough for my cultivation for two to three years. Are you treating me like a beggar?"

The Nine-winged mosquito's face turned unsightly as he hurriedly explained, "My brother has misunderstood me; this really is all I have. I did have substantial wealth before, but most of it was used for my own cultivation, which is why I have the strength I do now. Even what was leftover has been exhausted over the many years I've been injured, traded for Healing Pills. There's very little left."

Sha Chen looked at him and didn't think he was lying, so he furrowed his brow. The Nine-winged mosquito really was poor, which left Sha Chen speechless. But when partnering with a "medicinal jar," one must accept the reality that he is a pauper, even if that medicinal jar is at the Quasi-Saint Peak.

For countless years, many experts usually refined any resources they plunder immediately. Only when they become a part of their own strength can they truly own them. Thus, these powerhouses may not actually be able to produce enough resources. Much like Sha Chen who, in the past 500 years, had obtained countless resources but had refined all of them. It was only because he understood what to keep and what to let go that he planted some resources, allowing him to reuse them repeatedly. However, the Divine Power resources in the Flowing Sand River Cave were limited, and the fertility of both Innate Earth and Post-Heaven Earth had been maximized already. The many Elixirs and Immortal Herbs he cultivated could only ripen every few years or even more than a decade, and after each harvest, it would take an even longer time for the next maturity. Sha Chen found himself guarding a treasure trove that he could not use, and he was getting anxious.

"Alright, although you're a bit poor, considering the difficulty of your cultivation, I will trust you."

Sha Chen put away the resources and then gestured for the Nine-winged mosquito to come closer so he could perform a blood-cleansing palace-pushing healing technique on him.

The Nine-winged mosquito hesitated, not daring to approach.

Sha Chen then said, "While we stand 10,000 zhang apart, I assure you that I could kill you from this distance, and you would still have no chance of escaping. Do you believe me?"

The Nine-winged mosquito's face showed some embarrassment. He did not believe it but dared not voice this disbelief. He repeatedly said, "My brother has misunderstood. I do trust you," and then he came closer.

Sha Chen's avatar disappeared, and his true body emerged at the entrance of the cave. His domineering essence defied earth and sky, looking down upon the heavens. As he appeared, the whole world seemed to lose its color. Above the Flowing Sand River, the sky suddenly changed. Black clouds covered the sky, and thunder roared.

The Nine-winged mosquito was taken aback. This was a tribulation. Who was about to undergo it?

Sha Chen said calmly, "Don't worry. I have accumulated many heavenly tribulations within the Flowing Sand River and never passed them. Coming out now, even though I'm still in the water and without the protection of the cave, has caught the attention of the heavenly tribulation."

The Nine-winged mosquito looked at the Tribulation Thunder in the sky, so terrifying that even he was startled.

Sha Chen said unperturbedly, "It's merely Quasi-Saint Tribulation Thunder. Why be so nervous? If you were at your peak, you could bathe in it and come out unharmed."

The Nine-winged mosquito exclaimed, "My brother, you must be mistaken! That's not ordinary Quasi-Saint Tribulation Thunder. There's Ninefold Thunder behind it; that's the Tribulation Thunder for a Peak Quasi-Saint!"

Sha Chen said as if it were only natural, "I am already a Peak Quasi-Saint. Isn't it reasonable for me to go through the Ninefold Thunder?"

His expression, as if wondering why the Nine-winged mosquito was making such a fuss, shocked the latter to his core. Peak Quasi-Saint Tribulation Thunder! Even at his peak, the Nine-winged mosquito wouldn't dare to say he could survive it, yet Sha Chen was talking about it so casually. Where did he get such confidence?

Right, he must be planning to fail the tribulation and then take refuge in the cave. The Tribulation Thunder would disappear, but if I'm bathed in it, I'd definitely be affected. The Nine-winged mosquito's countenance darkened at the thought.