Chapter 2086 Supreme Treasure Ginseng Essence

Chapter 2086: Supreme Treasure Ginseng Essence Chapter 2086: Supreme Treasure Ginseng Essence Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The man’s eyes burned fiercely as he summoned the last of his strength.

A blood-red saber suddenly materialized in front of him.

His face, once rosy from the exertion of battle, turned ghostly pale—a paleness that reflected the complete draining of his vitality.

The lackey standing across from him froze in terror as his gaze fell on the crimson blade.

“You actually used that move?

Are you really leaving yourself no way out?” The man’s fierce expression didn’t waver as he glared at the lackey, gritting his teeth.

“I knew from the moment we entered Life and Death Valley that brotherhood wouldn’t last.

Betrayal over benefits—it’s inevitable.” “You’ve been by my side for centuries, but I’ve been watching you all along.

Did you really think I wouldn’t notice your schemes?” “But I never thought you’d act so decisively.

Fine.

Then let’s die together!” The lackey’s face contorted in fear as he stared at the ominous saber.

“I won’t go to hell with you!

I can’t die now—I still have too much to do!” With that, he turned and fled, burning the very essence of his blood to fuel his desperate escape.

The man sneered as he watched his lackey’s retreating figure.

“You think you can run?” As he spoke, his body crumpled to the ground, rapidly withering into a dried corpse.

The blood-red saber hummed with satisfaction before locking onto the fleeing lackey.

It shot forward, a bloody shadow streaking through the air like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Braydon Neal, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes.

A trace of fear flickered in his gaze as he observed the saber.

Even though this was just one of his 90,000 Dharma Idols, Braydon couldn’t help but feel the weight of the saber’s menace.

For a peak-realm expert to wield such devastating power was impressive.

If someone at a higher realm—a transcendent, or even a level nine transcendent—controlled it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The saber swiftly caught up to the lackey and plunged into his back.

The man, who had been fleeing with all his might, froze in despair.

Moments later, his body withered, becoming a lifeless husk.

With the two corpses lying lifeless, Braydon descended from the tree and approached them, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Though death was commonplace in Life and Death Valley, he found it strange that he had encountered nothing unusual before now.

Glancing at the small, struggling creature in his hand, Braydon withdrew his spiritual power.

The little being, sensing the release, immediately began wailing.

“Big brother, please don’t eat me!

I can do your laundry, cook your meals—I’ll even gnaw on your arms and legs in my free time!

Keeping me alive is definitely better than short-term benefits!” Braydon’s pale, handsome face softened into a smile as he regarded the panicked creature.

“Little guy, calm down,” he said gently.

“Tell me what’s going on here, and if I’m satisfied, I might let you go.” But the little creature trembled even more violently under Braydon’s gaze.

This was Kid Ginseng, and he had heard stories about such smiles.

Those who wore them often had the cruelest intentions.

“Big brother, I really am useful!” Kid Ginseng pleaded.

“I can be your guide—I know this place like the back of my hand.

I can even help you find treasures and rare ingredients.

Eat some snake gall—it’ll boost your cultivation!

Soak it in wine, and you’ll be unstoppable—seventy times a night, no problem!” The smile on Braydon’s face vanished, replaced by a twitch of annoyance.

“Seventy times in one night?

What nonsense is this?” he thought, recalling an old joke about grinding iron pillars into needles.

He set Kid Ginseng on the ground with a dismissive wave.

“Alright, alright.

Relax.

I have no interest in eating a little guy like you.” Kid Ginseng stared up at Braydon in disbelief, tentatively touching the ground as if testing reality.

“You really don’t want to eat me?” After confirming Braydon’s words, he lit up with joy.

“Thank you!

You’re a good person!

I’ll definitely repay you someday!” “Gratitude can wait,” Braydon replied with a wave.

“First, tell me—why were those two chasing you?

Aren’t you supposed to burrow underground to escape?” Kid Ginseng pouted.

“I tried!

But they used some magic treasure to stop me.

That’s why I couldn’t dig my way out!” Braydon’s gaze landed on the red garment wrapped around Kid Ginseng.

“This thing, I assume?” In folklore, ginseng was tied with red thread to keep it from escaping once unearthed.

Kid Ginseng nodded furiously.

“Yes!

Benefactor, can you help me take it off?” With a flick of Braydon’s hand, the red garment fell away.

Finally free, Kid Ginseng darted into the soil, swimming around happily before popping up in front of Braydon again.

“Thank you so much, Benefactor!

You’re not like those awful people who just want to kill us.” “Save your flattery,” Braydon said.

“Tell me what happened.” Kid Ginseng nodded, pulling out two peaches from seemingly nowhere and handing one to Braydon.

“My name is Baby.

I’m a ginseng spirit born from Grandpa Tree, and I’ve been alive for… about three thousand years, I think.” He sounded uncertain but continued.

“Earlier, when I came out to play, those two bad guys appeared out of nowhere and slapped this cursed thing on me.” He kicked at the discarded red garment angrily.

“After that, you saw the rest.”

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