The puppet jolted, and the murderous intent inside the room grew even more intense!
The Third Lady seed oblivious to the murderous intent, withdrew her gaze, scanned the auction crowd, and said, "At present, your true body is among this ’batch’ of guests tonight, isn’t it?"
She twirled the jade rod in her hand: "Do you need to point it out for you?"
The puppet, crestfallen, sat back down, remained silent for a long ti, and finally said, "So, what’s the thod of this deal?"
"I want two things." The Third Lady raised two fingers: "The intelligence from your Dark City’s dark web, and the results and records of all the secret technique trials over the years."
"Don’t you think your appetite is a bit too big, Third Lady?"
"I won’t take your things for nothing." The Third Lady’s gaze was cold, her emotions flat: "Today’s transaction will not be known to a third person. From today, you can continue to be the workshop master of Dark City, possessing the wealth of nations, to complete the grand enterprise you wish to accomplish.
And I can sever all the ties between your Mortal World identity and the Dark City workshop master, freeing you from the constraints of the Mohe."
The puppet twisted its head with a clicking sound, its gemstone pupil deep and intimidating. It said nothing, but couldn’t deny that sothing buried deep in its heart had been touched by her.
The auction noise below the window was bustling with excitent, thin smoke spiraling up from the table.
For a long ti, the workshop master shook its head, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Although the conditions you propose are enticing, Third Lady, upon careful consideration, it’s not profitable. Even if you help break free from the Mohe’s constraints.
Equally, my greatest weakness would fall into your hands; from the results, I still have to live a life under coercion, even sacrificing my Dark City intelligence and secret techniques."
"So I thought about it carefully, and it’s better to be coerced by one person than by two."
The Third Lady calmly said, "You want to kill ?"
The workshop master chuckled and said, "This is Dark City, I suppose that’s not a difficult task, even if two Chengling Realm guards are waiting for you outside the door, Third Lady, I think they can stay here to keep you company."
Unexpectedly, the Third Lady was not afraid; instead, she laughed: "If you truly had that ability, I’d thank you for it, but it’s a pity that if you want to make a move against , the one to die can only be you."
As she spoke, her hand went to her waist, and a golden sword tip slowly erged from her sword bag, with a gem glowing sinisterly on the sword tip, like a demon’s long gaze, peering into the Mortal World.
Though she had done nothing, the core stone in the puppet’s chest instantly cracked with three web-like lines.
Not far away, a muffled groan of pain was heard, seeming to cough blood.
The workshop master was horrified: "This is... Ten Directions Sword’s return to the ancestor!"
No wonder her father sent her to Dark City to purchase a large number of Demon Slaves, the Ten Directions Sword’s return to the ancestor requires plenty of souls for dark offerings to feed the sword. The Ten Directions Sword’s Sword Qi is wrathful and voracious; if it cannot receive fresh souls as sacrifices, the consequences will not only backfire on its master but will also devour the world’s great phenona.
Throughout history, in Shifang City, only won can inherit the bloodline power that tas the sword. This is why Shifang City has always revered won.
This Ten Directions Sword has already reverted to such a state, why... why can she still remain unhard?!
The Third Lady leaped down from the windowsill, coldly overlooking the workshop master: "Well, have you made up your mind?"
The workshop master’s heart trembled. Although his true body was not in this place, from afar, he could still feel the terrifying oppressive murderous intent.
In the darkness, the workshop master revealed a pair of crimson-threaded eyes: "Fine, I agree to your terms."
The Third Lady smiled with satisfaction, the sword bag at her waist tightened again over the Ten Directions Sword: "A wise decision."
The puppet touched its cracked chest, smiled bitterly, and said, "I still can’t understand how you saw through my real identity."
"I didn’t see through it."
The workshop master was taken aback.
The Third Lady smiled coldly and said, "The information given to by that Si He River Lord is usually half-concealed, and I only know that you have a special identity within the Immortal Sect in the Mortal World, but I couldn’t confirm exactly who you are, however..."
Her eyes shifted, cynically looking towards a specific location, which happened to be where the workshop master’s true body was located: "Just within those few discussions we had, now I know who you are."
Tricked!
From the start, she was indeed deceiving him!
Since she sat in this room, every word she’s spoken has been a trap!
The workshop master chuckled bitterly: "The world has always said that the Third Miss spends money like water, extrely reckless and wanton. Today, it seems that seeing is indeed believing. But I don’t understand, the Third Miss clearly doesn’t care about the intelligence and secret techniques of my Dark City. I can’t see any desire in your eyes, which is not the look a rchant should have."
Moreover, in those eyes of hers, there was no emotion at all.
The Third Miss lightly responded: "I’m just... quite bored."
As ti passed, the dark boxes on the question platform were replaced one after another, and others didn’t even have a chance to bid before being stably bought by the guest in Room B, number sixteen.
"No way..." the auction guests murmured in a daze, seeing the bid tokens flying like rain made their hearts flutter.
Countless eyes were tightly locked on the window of that box, unable to imagine who in this continent could have such imnse wealth.
He’s not the City Lord of Shifang City, so how dare he be so extravagant and wanton?!
Chen Xiaolan had gone to the Demon World with ng Zifei and had experienced so grand scenes, no longer the ignorant and poor girl from under the mountain village she once was, and naturally understood what those continuously flying bid tokens ant.
She looked on with worry, involuntarily turning her head to look at ng Zifei standing beside her: "Master, at this rate, won’t you be able to buy your own demon slave?"
ng Zifei seed to be shocked by this crazy scene before him, and only after hearing Chen Xiaolan’s sudden question of concern did he retract his gaze and chuckle: "When did I say I wanted to buy a demon slave?"
"Huh?" Chen Xiaolan looked sowhat puzzled: "Aren’t you a Loose Cultivator, Master? The recruitnt of disciples by Tianxi Sword Sect is sothing every Loose Cultivator dreams of."
"So?"
"I thought Master would get yourself a powerful demon slave for soul attachnt to participate in the disciple selection competition?"
ng Zifei laughed heartily: "Tianxi is good, but not what I wish for, and besides, I’ve lost both my sword and horsetail whisk, and with no handy weapon, why waste the effort."
Chen Xiaolan asked in confusion: "Then why did Master bring here?"
ng Zifei, slightly tall, needed to lower his head slightly when looking at Chen Xiaolan. Against the light, his profile exuded a touch of tenderness: "You suffered for once in the War Slave Camp of the Demon World, ruining your physique. Although you received treatnt later, your vitality was ultimately damaged.
The injuries from demons, how can mortals resist, and hearing that the Dark City will auction Spirit Roots tonight, I want to find you a suitable Spirit Root. Haven’t you always said you want to cultivate?"
Chen Xiaolan was taken aback. In the past, ng Zifei had taught her a lot about cultivation’s principles and knowledge, yet he was always reticent about the topic of Spirit Roots.
The knowledge about Spirit Roots was sothing Chen Xiaolan learned from reading books and history on her own.
Unexpectedly today, ng Zifei was not at all sensitive about the topic of Spirit Roots.
Chen Xiaolan furrowed her brows: "But as far as I rember, Spirit Roots are carved and extracted from living people, the thods being extrely cruel, no different from those of the Demon Sect. If we participate in the auction in the Dark City, wouldn’t we be encouraging these people’s evil practices?"
ng Zifei’s eyelids twitched, seemingly touched by sothing, he lowered his eyes, his expression desolate: "Even if we do not participate in the auction, Spirit Roots are always in short supply in the market of Dark City. You and I cannot change the grand trend of the world, and I... I just hope you can live well."
Chen Xiaolan stared at him in a daze.
ng Zifei asked strangely: "What’s the matter?"
"Nothing, just feeling that you’re usually a gentleman full of warmth, rarely seeing you have personal desires. Today is sowhat different from usual."
ng Zifei smiled a little, reaching out to pat Chen Xiaolan’s head: "It is different, in the past I harbored no personal desires, but now, you are my desire."
Chen Xiaolan shrunk her head, leaning back, maintaining respect for ng Zifei but never getting too close.
She noticed sothing was off with ng Zifei’s gaze.
A girl’s intuition is always keen, she furrowed her brows, seriously saying: "Master, do you rember that Young Master Si Chen on Kongcang Mountain?"
"Mm, what’s up?"
At the ntion of Si Chen, the girl’s face always reddened first, maintaining her shrinking posture like a little ostrich, she looked at ng Zifei timidly with a very earnest expression: "I like Si Chen, the kind of like that lasts a long, long ti. Because of him, I’ll never like anyone else in this lifeti."
ng Zifei’s hand, suspended mid-air, trembled slightly, he softly replied and then said no more.
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