Silence fell.

Fang Zong looked at the Spirit Ghost Prince, and the Spirit Ghost Prince looked at him in return.

One was speechless, and the other was quite embarrassed.

Suddenly, Xue Nuo spoke up: "Someone is dishonest!"

These words were quite meaningful. Xue Nuo pulled out another ice cream from somewhere, licked it twice, and then suddenly opened his mouth and took a bite.

Li Xiaoran asked, "Fang Zong, have you been here?"

"No, he's mistaken me for someone else!" Fang Zong subconsciously denied, then saw Li Xiaoran slowly take off his gold-rimmed glasses, and draw long knives from his eight arms.

Li Xiaoran's deep blue eyes darted around, clearly burning with anger. After searching for a moment, he fixed his gaze on Zhao Changle, the Spirit Ghost Prince: "You've mistaken me for someone else. Do you choose to apologize and take eight cuts, or stubbornly refuse and get chopped into pieces?"

Fang Zong covered his eyes. What was Li Xiaoran's nickname again? Eight-Armed Rakshasa? He couldn't help but shudder, thinking, "She really is a ruthless young lady."

If you can't attack your own teammates, you take your anger out on others, ignoring the facts and defying common sense.

This was simply too domineering, too unreasonable, and too...that Fang Zong liked.

The Ghost Prince looked at Fang Zong with a resentful gaze, his seductive manner sending a chill down Fang Zong's spine.

"I apologize! I don't want to be stabbed eight times!" Zhao Changle hurriedly waved his hand.

"I admit it! I was here yesterday morning," Fang Zong stopped her in time.

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"Come, come, hero Fang Zong, and two young ladies... I am just a young master with nothing of value. The only thing I have is the Lingzhi wine from the Cold Pool, which has been growing for 1,300 years, which I can use to entertain distinguished guests. Please don't look down on it."

In the brightly lit palace, Fang Zong sat on the throne, flanked by Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, with the Spirit Ghost Prince, who was the master, sitting below him.

Two powerful experts at the level of a magic gate, along with a dozen or so top-notch reserves, sat in a circle, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Originally, Fang Zong's idea was to go down as soon as possible, to get close to the boss, no, to prevent any unforeseen problems and to resolve the hidden dangers of the old tomb as soon as possible. But when they heard about the 1,300-year-old Cold Pool Lingzhi Wine, everyone's eyes lit up.

To put it bluntly, the enhancement of energy nodes depends entirely on wealth, methods, companions, and location.

"Land" refers to blessed lands and grottoes; "companions" refers to various insights and experiences; "Dharma" refers to secret manuals and the like; and "wealth" is even simpler—it refers to rare and precious treasures!

Li Xiaoran couldn't bear to give up the 1,300-year-old Lingzhi from the cold pool!

"I didn't expect that you, who haven't even reached the level of a demon, would possess such a treasure." Fang Zong twirled the bronze wine cup, testing the waters.

The wine in the cup was a deep green, but there was no worry about it being poisonous. Xue Nuo had already tested it with instruments and found that it contained profound energy and various beneficial substances, and absolutely no harmful ingredients.

It is the purest natural treasure, containing absolutely no harmful ingredients!

Zhao Changle's cheeks were a little red. He half-reclined on the seat and said in a charming manner, "The old tomb has twenty-three layers, and there are countless ghosts. But the other ghosts were all eaten by Prince Ning, leaving only me. I don't have any other skills, but I'm a master at running away. This treasure was also snatched from Prince Ning's mouth. No, it was stolen."

"And these maids?" Fang Zong pointed to the middle.

In the center of the palace, a group of ghostly maidens were dancing gracefully, their expressions still numb and devoid of intelligence.

Zhao Changle's expression froze for a moment, then he couldn't help but burst into laughter. "They were also stolen from Prince Ning," he said, pointing to the soft, luxurious carpet at his feet. "These luxurious and comfortable items were all stolen from Prince Ning. Every time Prince Ning sent someone to arrest me, I would steal from him. It's a tit-for-tat exchange, so it's not hard to steal again."

"You're awesome!" Fang Zong gave a thumbs up and drank the Lingzhi wine in one gulp.

As soon as the wine entered his stomach, Fang Zong felt a chilling energy circulating throughout his body. All 36,000 pores on his body seemed to calm down in the heat of the dragon's yang energy. Then, an even more intense flame ignited from his lower abdomen!

In an instant, Long Yang's energy increased by more than 10%, while the aura of the Killing Slash within his body surged by 200%, approaching the level of the second-tier technique!

"My Eight-Armed Frost-Sealing Blade has been upgraded to the seventh level!" The chill emanating from Li Xiaoran intensified.

"Mine is still a little short," Xue Nuo pouted.

The Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi Wine can only be drunk in one cup; more than that is useless and will only make you drunk. After just one cup, the other two experts at the Dharma Gate level both leveled up, and more than a dozen at the Ability level were all elevated to the Dharma Gate level.

Fang Zong put down his bronze wine cup and laughed: "Now, we owe you a lot of favors."

"No problem, we're all friends. I'll need your help once I get up there." The Spirit Ghost Prince's eyes were alluring, and he sighed with a pitiful look, "It's been over a thousand years, over a thousand years, and only now have heroes and valiant men gathered together. When outstanding people come together, guests and hosts are all happy. I've waited too long for this moment."

Seeing Zhao Changle sigh, Fang Zong was quite speechless.

But thinking about it carefully, after being trapped underground for more than a thousand years, Zhao Changle's only pleasure was probably stealing the treasures of Prince Ning.

How pitiful.

After eating and drinking, the dozen or so newly promoted "strongmen" of the sect began to familiarize themselves with their greater power.

As Zhao Changle watched this scene, she seemed like a virtuous woman looking at her lively and ambitious children in her family. Her temperament was as calm as autumn water, which made Fang Zong feel disgusted.

Zhao Changle picked up her fair and delicate fingers and tapped the carpet, saying, "I've been playing cat and mouse with Prince Ning for over a thousand years, but I haven't developed any feelings for him. There's nothing I can do. Although I can escape, I've been injured by him too many times. I haven't reached the level of a demon yet. If you want to kill him, I'll give you my full support."

Fang Zong laughed and said, "It's not certain that we can kill him."

"That's none of my business anymore. I'm going to enjoy life on the surface!" Zhao Changle's eyes were misty as he shook his head. "Speaking of this old tomb, this is the place with the shallowest ley lines. There's nothing I can do about it; I died the latest. The other palaces and tombs below don't matter. The mechanisms and secret chambers are all damaged, so we can just smash them down. But we can't disturb the underground water veins. If the water flows back, it will inevitably cause changes in the ley lines, altering the surrounding crust, causing houses to collapse, and resulting in countless deaths and injuries. You might not even be able to escape along the water veins. Also, be careful, Prince Ning is a malevolent zombie born from the Nine Sons' Hanging Coffins. He has copper skin and iron bones, making him indestructible. He also possesses the Yang-devouring technique. Within a hundred meters, anyone who isn't strong enough could be swallowed whole by him."

"Then I must thank you even more." Fang Zong called Xue Nuo over, said a few words, and then arranged for the others to return the way they came.

He then reached out and grabbed Zhao Changle's shoulder.

Damn, she's so delicate and weak, as soft and fluffy as cotton.

Zhao Changle is not only naturally charming, but her body is also more impressive than that of a woman who practices yoga.

Fang Zong immediately conjured up the image of Sophia's graceful and charming demeanor in his mind, forcibly suppressing the unusual sensation in his hands, and began to exert force.

'Crack!' Even if it's a ghost, even if it's weak and boneless, it still has bones.

Zhao Changle's shoulder was dislocated, but his expression remained calm. He suddenly asked:

When did you find out?