’Trade the Venerable Soul Banner for a Soul Transformation Stone?’
The mont he said that, the atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.
Anyone could tell that Yan Yu’s words held not the slightest bit of sincerity!
The value of the Venerable Soul Banner was far greater than that of the Soul Transformation Stone; the two simply couldn’t be compared.
Luo Baitong’s expression imdiately soured.
"Daoist Yan, this isn’t what you said before!"
"Daoist Luo, this matter has nothing to do with you. You should leave now."
"I can’t!"
Luo Baitong’s face was cold as ice.
He had always been reliable in his dealings and couldn’t let Yan Yu ruin his reputation.
"Daoist Yan, a man’s word is his bond. As the esteed Young Master of Blood Beast Valley, how can you be so fickle? What will this do to Blood Beast Valley’s reputation?"
"Heh, we’re all Tribulation Cultivators. What’s the point of talking about honor?"
Yan Yu was all smiles, but it was a sinister one.
Li Chang’an frowned and glanced at Mo Wanwan.
He could tell that Yan Yu’s sudden change had sothing to do with her.
"Daoist Yan, since you are unwilling to sell the Soul Transformation Stone, let’s just drop the matter!"
Li Chang’an cupped his fists and turned to leave.
But several Tribulation Cultivators from Blood Beast Valley suddenly blocked the doorway.
Yan Yu chuckled. "Daoist Li, why the hurry? I sincerely wish to trade for your Venerable Soul Banner. Why don’t you na your price?"
Li Chang’an ignored him and strode toward the door.
His expression was frigid as he glanced at the Tribulation Cultivators blocking the door.
"Get lost!"
At his word, the Tribulation Cultivators’ expressions faltered. There were rules in the Black Market against fighting.
And even if they did, they were likely no match for Li Chang’an.
They were only blocking his path because Yan Yu had ordered them to.
Seeing Li Chang’an draw near, they exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and stepped aside.
With an impassive expression, Li Chang’an strode through the doorway and departed.
Luo Baitong followed him out.
...
Back in the private room, the smile vanished from Yan Yu’s face.
His eyes turned vicious, like a ravenous wolf, as he stared at the Tribulation Cultivators.
"Useless fools. You can’t even handle one simple task?"
"Young Master, the Black Market has its rules! If a fight had broken out, you would have been implicated too!"
"Hmph!"
Yan Yu snorted but didn’t argue.
They were right. Even as the Young Master of Blood Beast Valley, he didn’t dare defy the Black Market’s rules. The power behind it was unimaginably strong.
According to rumor, all the Black Markets throughout the Zhao Country’s Cultivation Realm were controlled by a single, mysterious power.
...
Outside the private room, Luo Baitong had an apologetic look on his face.
"Daoist Li, I am truly sorry. I never expected things to turn out like this."
"It’s no trouble, Daoist Luo. This has nothing to do with you."
Li Chang’an shook his head, indicating he didn’t mind.
Luo Baitong had handled many matters for him recently, and this was the first ti sothing had gone wrong. All things considered, he was quite reliable.
’This must be related to Mo Wanwan. It seems she’s still holding a grudge over what happened last ti.’
Li Chang’an mused.
’If Mo Wanwan could sabotage one deal, she could sabotage another.’
At that thought, a flicker of killing intent rose within him.
Just then, Yan Yu, Mo Wanwan, and their entourage erged from the private room.
He clearly had no intention of letting the matter drop, instead walking straight up to Li Chang’an.
"Daoist Li, are you truly unwilling to sell the Venerable Soul Banner?"
"You already know the answer, Daoist Yan. Why bother asking?"
Li Chang’an replied coolly.
With that said, he couldn’t be bothered with them any longer and turned to leave the Black Market.
Behind him, Yan Yu’s face was like ice.
’He’s only acting so arrogant because of that Soul Banner! He shows no respect for my Blood Beast Valley!’
He glared at Li Chang’an’s departing back, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Then, he turned his head and sent a Sound Transmission to Mo Wanwan.
"Miss Mo, you were right. The man is indeed arrogant!"
Mo Wanwan’s eyes were icy as she too glanced at Li Chang’an’s back, her gaze filled with loathing.
It was because of Li Chang’an that her brother had reprimanded her several tis, almost forbidding her from going out.
"Young Master Yan, are you planning to make a move?"
"I am!"
Yan Yu’s killing intent was palpable. His mind was made up.
Killing Li Chang’an wasn’t just about the Venerable Soul Banner.
It was also about winning Mo Wanwan’s favor.
If he could beco Dao Companions with Mo Wanwan, he might one day be able to absorb the entire Black Puppet Pavilion!
Then, he could consolidate the resources of both powers to help him break through to the Foundation Establishnt realm, becoming the first Foundation Establishnt Cultivator in the Three Tribulations Alliance!
...
Li Chang’an had already sensed the killing intent behind him.
But he paid it no mind.
Even if the Valley Lord of Blood Beast Valley himself were to co, bringing that Tier Two Demon Beast with him, there would be no reason for fear.
So why would he be concerned about a re Young Master like Yan Yu?
He left the Black Market, intending to return to Yellow Crane Immortal City.
But...
He hadn’t gone far before he noticed a group of Blood Beast Valley Cultivators following him.
’They actually dared to follow ?’
Li Chang’an stopped and turned around.
Behind him, Yan Yu and his followers also ca to a halt.
A quick glance revealed at least thirty Cultivators from Blood Beast Valley, many of whom were in the Late Stage of Qi Refining.
The two groups faced off outside the Black Market, the atmosphere instantly stretched to its breaking point.
Yan Yu shouted coldly, "Li Fan, I intended to befriend you, yet you spoke with such arrogance and insulted my Blood Beast Valley. I absolutely will not tolerate this!"
He said this because Li Chang’an was a mber of Withered Wood Cliff.
Both of their factions belonged to the Three Tribulations Alliance, so any fight between them would be considered an internal dispute, which required a pretext.
Li Chang’an, however, couldn’t be bothered to argue.
’Why waste words on dead n?’
He raised a hand, and a Soul Banner radiating a sinister, ghostly aura instantly appeared in his grasp.
WHOOSH...
Gusts of ghostly wind swirled out, and the oppressive, chilling air made everyone deeply uncomfortable.
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