When Immortal Ascension Fails Time Travel to Try Again Story 10 - The Spy Who Rocked Too Hard (48/52

The box’s enchantnts were better than I thought possible from this backwater continent. The one I wanted to remove was one that prevented it from being placed inside a different space. But there was another that would explode the contents of the box if it was forcefully opened. And it wouldn’t be a minor explosion either. It would take out half of the South Peak and made think twice about forcing it open.

Basically, this box was more dangerous than anyone ntioned.

There were also several enchantnts that just made the locking chanism possible. From them, I could tell that it had sothing to do with music and bloodline. If soone of the incorrect bloodline tried to open it using the right song, it would detonate. However, if soone from the right bloodline even got it partially correct, it would open.

There were so many other enchantnts on it.

I had finally worked out a way to remove the enchantnt that prevented it from being placed in a spatial ring when the eagle fucking dropped .

I’d been too focused on solving the problem and hadn’t realized that we’d arrived.

Lord Bountiful’s mansion grew as I headed toward it. I’d guessed this was where the bird was headed.

“Ha!”

As if I’d let it drop where it wanted.

I created a pillow of divine sense and jumped toward the main city.

For a second, I flew through the air. Until my shield vanished and my face slamd into an invisible wall.

“Motherfucker!”

I dropped and landed gracefully on the ground. I absolutely did not land on my ass out of shock and have to jump to my feet.

But even if I did, who could bla ? Because if the wall was what I thought, I was fucked.

To confirm, I pressed my palms forward. They stopped. I tried to enter the space without the box, but nothing happened.

Shit…

“A goddamn space lock?!” And one that prevented from sending or receiving ssages. If I’d known about this, I would have contacted the brat and told him where the eagle was taking .

“Yes,” a familiar voice said from behind . “It was very expensive, but, as you can see, it was worth every spirit stone. I knew you had a tool on you that allowed you to teleport, so I couldn’t let you wander about with a weapon so destructive.”

I turned around to co face to face with Lord Bountiful. He wore black and gold robes that were made out of high-quality spiritual silk that would help him take attacks. He also had several defensive tools on him and spatial rings. The man was decked out and ready to fight.

He smiled at , but there was no warmth in his eyes. “How are you doing, Fairy Lin?”

“I’ve been better.”

He gestured to the box. “You’ve fulfilled your end of the bargain.”

“Unwillingly.”

“Oh, I think you’ll hand it over quite willingly.”

I scoffed. “What? You expect to just give you the scroll?”

“No, Fairy Lin. I expect you to die... if you don’t.”

I paused. That phrase sounded almost familiar… like sothing trying to avoid copyright infringent.

Whatever.

I shoved the box into my robe and pulled out my guitar. Apparently, this space lock was damn cheap, since it did nothing to prevent spatial items. “Try .”

He started walking like I wasn’t a threat. “Before you get physical, perhaps you should see this?”

I scoffed. “And walk into your trap?”

He smiled. “Aren’t you curious about what’s happening with your student?”

Ah, fuck.

***

I followed him, past the various spiritual beasts in cages, to reach a familiar seaside cliff.

He whistled, and two body cultivators dressed in his estate’s uniform lowered a massive fishing pole over the shark pool. When it was parallel to the ground, the drape covering the top fell off. An illumination pearl at the tip lit up Three Drops Silent Toxin as he struggled against his bindings. Then he noticed and slumped.

“Teacher Linlin! Save yourself!”

Slashes of sword Qi from the sharks below attempted to slice him, but they hit a shield. One that dwindled with each strike. It wouldn’t last long.

He yelped and started to struggle again.

Goddamn it. How dare this fucker ss with my students?!

Unfortunately, between this bountiful fucker, his spirit beasts, and his servants, there was no way I was getting out of this alive.

While it was possible that the cheap-ass space lock was set so no one could leave but that people in Foundation Establishnt and under could enter, that didn’t an anyone would co for . I was on my own here.

And once I was dead, well, they could easily take everything off my corpse and get the scroll then.

Right now, I had the feeling that the only reason I wasn’t dead was because he liked toying with . Mostly because he thought he’d already won.

Damn it. He kind of had.

“The more you think, the longer it will take. If you don’t give in fast, your precious student will lose his life.”

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I sighed. “Why are you doing this?”

He smiled. “I believe you left a ssage with the word ‘No’ on it.”

I winced.

“What a simple phrase to leave. It conveyed your betrayal so well.” A vein bulged in his neck. “You really shouldn’t have ssed with , Fairy Lin.”

“If I hand it over, who are you going to give it to?” If it really was the Alchemists’ Guild then I’d hand it over right away.

“The incense stick is burning.”

“Answer the question.”

“At this point, that’s no concern of yours.”

“Then what about paynt?”

“You can’t still expect paynt, can you?”

“We signed a contract.”

He laughed. “Well, unfortunately, I had to use the spirit stones I set aside to purchase your teleport to buy this space lock tool.”

This fucker. I doubt he ever planned to fulfill his end of the bargain.

The shield protecting Three Drops was getting closer to falling apart.

Goddamn it. Why did I have to go and start taking in such aweso students? Ones I just couldn’t let die.

I fucked up once in my past life. In this one, I would never abandon my students who learn my Dao of rock!

I pulled out the box and lifted it above my head. “Release him or I’ll blow us all up!”

He laughed.

“This box has a trap on it that will explode an area four tis the size of your mansion.”

“I very much doubt you’ll do anything. You’re a mber of a righteous sect.”

I grinned. “My student and I are about to die anyway. I don’t have anything to lose, do I?”

Seriously, was this where I was going to fall in this life? On a backwater continent in front of an egomaniac like this?

Could I get lucky another ti and have a third rebirth? Doubtful. But it could happen. Haha. Hahaha. Muahahaha!

“You’re crazy!”

I frowned. “I’m perfectly sane. Just ask any of my students.” I turned to Three Drops. “I’m sane, right?”

His eyes grew wide, and he nodded a little too quickly.

“Then what about the loss of life? My city is right down there.”

“Oh, but this is where you ssed up. You see, this space lock will keep the explosion contained nicely. It’ll make sure your buildings turn into smaller pieces of rubble while your innocent civilians stay safe.”

His face turned red. “You have to be joking! No one from the righteous faction could be so reckless!”

I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m not a good person. Now get my student down from there or we all go boom.”

He paused. I could tell that he didn’t believe I’d actually do it.

I took out my sword and stuck the tip in between the lid and the bottom. If I applied enough pressure right there, I would trigger the explosion.

I stared him down.

His jaw tightened.

He let out a breath before jerking his head toward his henchn. They nodded and brought my student back in.

After they untied him, Three Drops limped over to . “Teacher! What did he an that you’re from a righteous sect?”

“We don’t have ti for that. Get behind .”

He nodded and did as I asked, with no questions.

We slowly walked over to the mansion as I faced this fucker. If there was a way to undo the space lock, it would be in there. Most likely in the shape of a spiritual tool. I could think of several designs that existed in this ti period. Only one was inexpensive enough that a Golden Core cultivator might be able to purchase it if they had the wealth of a city behind them.

It would work in a tiny area and be very limited. Now I just had to use those limits against this fucker.

A black vine darted out from the door I was heading towards. It wrapped around the box and wiggled between my fingers and the wood. I adjusted my grip, but it pulled the box right out of my hand!

The fuck?!

I turned to see a demonic cultivator with straight black hair co out of the mansion holding the box. His eyes glowed with an evil pink color as he studied and then he dismissed as a threat. “Lord Bountiful. You’re playing with your pets’ food. It’s taking too long.”