Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1240 - 339: Thousand-Year Devil’s Tuber Beauty_2

Chapter 1240: Chapter 339: Thousand-Year Devil’s Tuber Beauty_2

"This is the seed of the ’Ox-demon Magic Tuber’!" Rommel pursed his lips.

"What?" Liu was so shaken that his lips quivered, nearly sending the cigar in his mouth flying.

"Once the Ox-demon Magic Tuber grows for over twenty years, it produces human-shaped seeds, both male and female, all as beautiful as flowers." Rommel chuckled, "But such top-notch beauties are very rare..."

"How can there be such strange plants?" Liu muttered in astonishment.

"It’s not strange! Remember what I told you at Poyi Bridge? I said that once these Ox-demon Magic Tubers live over twenty years, naturally there will be people risking their lives to pick its seeds. I was referring to these human-shaped seeds." Rommel laughed, "Mulanese people don’t just want human-shaped magic tuber seeds for cultivation; pleasure is the real motive."

"Damn!"

"The Ox-demon Magic Tuber also has a superb use. As it devours almost everything, over the long days and years, it absorbs a lot of the essence of heaven and earth. Having intercourse with it over a long period can pass on this heavenly and earthly essence! However, this requires magic tuber seeds over a hundred years old. Cleopatra Vellans, the famed beauty of Aiji Country, is said to have maintained her youthful looks into her eighties by having a long-term relationship with a five-hundred-year-old human-shaped magic tuber seed."

"Damn!"

Rommel, seeing the demeanor of Beamon Shaman, smiled knowingly and said in an even more enticing tone, "Human-shaped magic tuber seeds accept only one master in their lifetime. If the owner changes or if there’s a long interruption, they will naturally wither and die; if you cut off their hair, you can plant it to grow a new Ox-demon Magic Tuber. Such pure yet protective natural oxygen-producing beauties, do you want one?"

"Damn!"

"What ’damn’! If you want it, bid quickly. A single auction seat at the Crown Pearl requires a deposit of five hundred Gold Coins alone, and this magic tuber seed is definitely over a hundred years old!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman on stage was saying something indistinctly and smilingly ran her fingers across the belly of the magic tuber beauty.

"Damn!" Hearing this, Rommel and Liu hastily stood up together.

"How can there be such a treasure? How can there be such a treasure?" Romel covered his mouth with his hand, mumbling and losing his composure.

Liu was no fool. The faint moan he had just perceived was not real speech but purely a form of communication using mental power.

"Do you know what I said?" Rommel suddenly returned to normal.

"Don’t try to fool me, is it not mental power communication? You think I can’t distinguish?" Liu scoffed.

Liu had not expected Rommel to keep this from him, the memory of the Evil-eye Tyrant had left too deep an impression on him, and he would never forget this form of mental power communication till his death.

Mental power is like hemorrhoids; everyone has it, just to different extents. For example, focusing mentally in your mind, looking at a teacup in front of you, thinking ’I want to throw the teacup into the air.’ That is actually a form of action through mental power.

The ability to communicate silently through Mental Power also meant control over another’s mind. However, the spirit power of this Magic Beauty was too rudimentary; if the Evil-eye Tyrant were a watermelon, this Magic Beauty wouldn’t even qualify as a sesame seed and could only mimic voices with its Mental Power. Since it lacked cognitive abilities, it couldn’t communicate with others at will.

Rommel stared dumbfounded at Liu Zhenhan for a long while before angrily turning his head away.

"Are you not going to tell me, what’s so great about this Magic Beauty?" Liu Zhenhan pushed his face close to the mixed-blood Fawkes, "Don’t tell me that the ordinary ones can preserve beauty and the advanced ones have nothing!"

"Only the humanoid seeds born from ancient tubers over a millennium in age can emit the language of Mental Power. By copulating with them, one can acquire this ability," Rommel said, his face flushing red and somewhat reluctant. "In Taklamago, there are some mountaineers who are mute elders capable of dumb speech; this is the origin."

"You mean, with her, you can gain the ability to communicate with Mental Power? Holy crap, a universal translator!" Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows and asked, receiving an affirmative answer, Old Liu repeated the word ’damn’ eighteen times.

Whether it’s Magic or war songs, both are directly linked to Mental Power. The strength of Mental Power directly affects the accumulation of Elemental Power through meditation and can also enhance the instant and silent casting abilities of war songs or magic. The Evil-eye Tyrant, so powerful, can control others’ spirits and add negative effects in his magic beams, all because of his formidable Mental Power.

The first round of bidding started in the hall, and the price soared, quickly reaching five thousand Gold Coins. It was a terrifying price, after all, to pay so much for a sex object seemed almost absurd. Liu Zhenhan didn’t know if there were any Imams or Mages present; if there were, then this price wouldn’t seem strange at all. Effortlessly obtaining strong Mental Power is a massive boon for a Mage, like coins falling from the sky, but for ordinary people, Mental Power is almost useless.

Soon the price shot up to eight thousand Gold Coins, nine thousand, ten thousand. The middle-aged beauty seemingly regarded Liu Zhenhan as a rich fool, continuously throwing him seductive looks, occasionally quoting prices in the common continental language.

Liu Zhenhan only bid once and then lost his nerve; he only had three Gold vouchers left and couldn’t afford such bidding, but he was ready to rob if necessary.

What surprised him was that Rommel hadn’t bid, being an Elemental Power user, this guy unexpectedly remained silent! Liu Zhenhan was truly baffled. Could a Giant Dragon ignore a mountain of gold? Could a lecher act indifferent before a beauty?

Shit! This was the ultimate treasure for silent communication, Liu Zhenhan thought.

"I bid fifteen thousand Gold Coins!" Rommel suddenly erupted amid the silence.

He tore off his hood, revealing his true Tamerlarya face, his commanding eyes sweeping the surroundings. No one in Kalimantan could mistake this military deity. His bid stunned everyone; it was not that the other bidders lacked money, but no one wanted to offend such a powerful figure.

Liu Zhenhan squinted at him; Rommel’s expression was extremely strange. After thinking for a long time, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t describe his expression, a mix of joy, anger, unwillingness, helplessness—all kinds of disproportionate emotions crazily flickering in his eyes.

"I’ll give this Magic Beauty to you," Rommel said dejectedly as he sat back down, suddenly making a statement that almost dumbfounded Liu Zhenhan.

"Why?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

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