Lu Wangshu’s hand shot out the Nine-Nine Xuanzhen Talisman, suppressing the Sima Family elder within the talisman formation.
Then she looked towards the not-so-distant, hesitant Sima family juniors and said indifferently, “Return and let the Sima family prepare the Spirit Stones to co and ransom their people.”
These Sima family juniors saw this scene, then looked at Yan Lan and Yu Fei beside Lu Wangshu, whose aura was imposing, and finally left, gritting their teeth.
“Hmm, this old man should be able to fetch a good price, right.”
At this mont, Lu Wangshu glanced at the Sima family elder suppressed by her, her beautiful eyes curving in rrint, and she smiled brightly.
She knew that previously, to ransom Sima Tong, the Sima family had paid out three hundred thousand Spirit Stones, a Spirit Land, and ten shops.
The Sima family elder she now suppressed was worth at least tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, right?
If she relied solely on making talismans for money, how long would it take her to earn so many Spirit Stones? How would she afford to nurture Talisman Soldiers?
Moreover, using the talisman formation to suppress people and then waiting for their family to co and ransom them was akin to selling her own talismans, was it not?
It was just a different thod, and the price of the talismans beca more valuable.
In the crowd, a youth with an unremarkable face but eyes like torches, shining with divine light, whose pupils seed to glimr with a pale golden luster, saw this scene. He glanced deeply at Lu Wangshu and then put the egg-sized golden bean back into the Spiritual Pet Bag.
Lu Wangshu seed to notice the youth’s gaze and gestured simply towards him.
...
anwhile.
Jin Kingdom, Black Mist Swamp.
The entire swamp was shrouded in a layer of dim, purplish-black mist, like toxic gas and miasma, eerily sinister.
As one ventured deeper into the swamp, this purplish-black toxic miasma grew denser, seemingly corroding the vitality of all things at every mont.
At this ti, deep within the swamp, among a chaotic heap of rocks and a miasma-filled stone forest.
A youth with a handso face, clad in a black wide robe, sat cross-legged amidst the toxic miasma, endless toxic mist coiling around his body.
If one looked closely, one would see that this miasma, which corroded his vitality, was instead being absorbed into his body.
“Boom!”
It was unclear how much ti had passed when the black-robed youth’s body surged with vital energy, his robe fluttering, burning with a purple-green fla, making him appear like a burning, purple-green sun.
“Now that the Myriad Poison True Body is ford, the toxic miasma on the periter not only poses no harm to but even provides certain benefits.”
“In such a situation, with my strength, breaking through the encirclent and escaping this swampy mountain range should not be much of a problem.”
The black-robed youth tilted his head, looking towards the direction of the mountain range, muttering.
“Even relying on the Poison Miasma Gourd and Netherworld Poison Fire, I’m confident I can kill them all!”
Lu Quanzhen narrowed his long eyes, a chilling light flashing, brimming with killing intent.
He had previously been hunted down, escaping all the way to this Black Mist Swamp.
Ultimately, he managed to survive in this swamp, relying on the “Kunpeng Devouring Heaven Demonic Technique.”
As the saying goes, misfortune and blessing are interdependent;
while being chased by a group of poison insects, he inadvertently stumbled into a mysterious cave, gaining opportunity and inheritance within.
For this reason, his cultivation level directly broke through from the Foundation Establishnt Fourth Layer to the fifth layer, just a step away from the fifth layer peak.
“Let’s go.”
Lu Quanzhen stood up and reached out his hand towards a boulder nearby.
Imdiately, a gold-colored worm emitting a fierce and bloodthirsty aura suddenly crawled out from under the stone, landing on his hand and sleeve.
Then, his entire being flew in the direction from which he ca.
...
Five Poisons Cult.
A magnificent palace.
“Sister Xiao Chan, I heard that the Heavenly Sword Sect in Jiang Country has a second Nascent Soul True Lord appearing.”
“The two Nascent Soul True Lords have been setting traps through the Tianyuan Secret Realm, almost ambushing the Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun of Liang Country’s Heavenly Slaughter Sect. Mother going to Jiang Country, will she be in danger?”
Nangong Yaoyao knew her mother went to Jiang Country for matters regarding the Tianyuan Secret Realm.
So she had been paying close attention to the news in this regard over the years.
A few days ago, she heard of news from Jiang Country, imdiately worrying about her mother’s safety.
“Yaoyao, don’t worry. I’ve already checked;
the Soul Lamp of my master is unhard, which ans there is no danger.”
With pity in her eyes, ng Xiaochan gently comforted the worried girl by caressing her waterfall-like soft hair, softly assuring, “Now that the matters of the Tianyuan Secret Realm are over, I believe Master will return soon.”
Besides worrying about her master’s situation, she was also very concerned about Lu Changsheng’s situation.
After all, she knew her master wasn’t just going to Jiang Country for the Tianyuan Secret Realm but also because of Lu Changsheng.
Now, with the Tianyuan Secret Realm’s matters concluded and master unhard, it was certain that she would go to find trouble with Lu Changsheng next.
“I hope Master will spare Lu Lang for Yaoyao’s sake...”
ng Xiaochan sighed in her heart, thinking so.
“Mhm.”
Nangong Yaoyao, hearing ng Xiaochan say her mother’s Soul Lamp was unhard, showed a sweet smile on her exquisite and beautiful face, nodding in response.
Yet, in the depths of her eyes, as dreamy as stars, there remained traces of worry.
“Sister Xiao Chan, I rember you went to Jiang Country’s Cultivation World with Mother on a mission many years ago. I heard it was very dangerous. Can you tell about it?”
At this point, Nangong Yaoyao looked at ng Xiaochan in front of her, holding her jade arms and blinking her big eyes, speaking sowhat idly.
“Carrying out missions...”
ng Xiaochan paused upon hearing these words.
But still, with a face full of doting, she responded, “Alright~.”
...
Great Dream Marsh, with vast, undulating waters, rippling waves, stretching endlessly.
Looking from afar, one could see many fishing boats, bamboo rafts, sampans, black-awning boats, Spirit Boats, and even demon-hunting boats on the lake surface.
As the saying goes, rely on the mountains to eat from the mountains, rely on the water to eat from the water.
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