Lan Tiao stood there without moving. He was not stupid. The Sang Li before was not a good person. Birds of a feather flock together. How could Sang Taohua be so kind as to give him spirit stones?

Lan Tiao pretended to be hesitant. She was greedy for the spirit stones, but she was also wary of Sang Taohua's power. She was too afraid to move forward. She could only reluctantly look away and shook her head, saying, "No need."

"Take it, or I'll feel guilty..." Sang Taohua lived up to her name, with a face like a peach blossom, delicate and beautiful. Her eyes seemed to have hooks as she looked at Lan Tiao charmingly. At the same time, she licked her lips and said, "Young Master, you are so handsome..."

"Really, there's no need." Lan Tiao waved her hands embarrassedly, her face slightly flushed, like a shy boy, not daring to look directly into Sang Taohua's eyes.

"Young Master..." Sang Taohua's patience was limited. She wanted to easily deal with this newcomer to the Living City, but unexpectedly, the other party was so vigilant. A trace of impatience flashed in Sang Taohua's eyes. She didn't want to waste time on such a weak person. The Yansheng Sect has always acted in a domineering manner. Since this is the last place where Sang Li appeared, no matter whether Lan Tiao is innocent or not, Sang Taohua is not going to let Lan Tiao go and will just kill him.

However, there are rules in the Living City, and only by abiding by them can one survive long. At this moment, although Lan Tiao's door was open, he stood inside and did not come out, nor did he invite Sang Taohua in. Therefore, Sang Taohua could not kill him directly, so she could only say, "I suddenly feel thirsty... How about this, I spend one spirit stone to buy you a bowl of water?"

At the same time, he added in his heart: Plus your life.

Lan Tiao said with embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I'm short of money, and there is no tea in the room..."

Sang Taohua: “…” So annoying!

She took a deep breath and didn't want to waste time talking to Lan Tiao anymore, so she raised her hand and touched her bun. There were five hairpins of different colors and styles inserted in her bun, but it didn't look vulgar. Instead, it added a bit of gorgeousness to her appearance. Sang Taohua took off one of the hairpins, pressed it lightly with her slender jade fingers, and a sweet fragrance was released.

The men following behind her quickly retreated, covering their mouths and noses with their hands. Seeing this, Lan Tiao realized something was wrong, so she quickly closed the door.

At this time, the subordinates behind Sang Taohua put down their hands one by one. Their actions just now were just to confuse Lan Tiao, making Lan Tiao think that she would be fine as long as she didn't breathe. In fact, this fragrance would take effect as long as it came into contact with human skin.

The fragrance was invisible and penetrated into the room through the gaps in the doors and windows. Lan Tiao simply used the magic that his sister had taught him before - stealing the day.

This spell was divided into two parts: "Concentration" and "Resistance." Concentration meant concentrating one's cultivation, while the "Resistance" part was similar to the Turtle Breathing Technique. Lan Tiao stopped breathing, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes. An invisible fragrance drifted to his side, penetrating into his skin pores...

Sang Taohua waited for a while and said, "Come out."

There was no response in the room.

"Hmm?" Sang Taohua frowned and repeated her previous words, but found that there was still no response in the room.

Sang Taohua thought for a moment, and her white fingers tapped the hairpin again. She placed the hairpin next to the door. In an instant, an even more fragrant aroma entered the room through the crack in the door.

The high concentration of fragrance entering Lan Tiao's body exceeded the tolerance limit of the Turtle Breathing Technique. The Turtle Breathing Technique can pretend to be dead, but if the body encounters a fatal crisis, the Turtle Breathing Technique will become ineffective. Otherwise, if she is really killed during the casting of the spell, she will have no place to cry.

Lan Tiao was forced to come out of his tortoise-like state. He felt dizzy and his body was extremely heavy. At this moment, he heard a soft female voice coming from outside the door: "Sir, please come out quickly. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Who is speaking?

Lan Tiao's thinking was extremely slow. Before he could figure it out, his body stood up uncontrollably. He walked slowly and firmly to the door, opened it, and walked out.

Perhaps because he subconsciously remembered the concept of "not being able to leave the room", when he stepped out, a trace of clarity suddenly flashed in Lan Tiao's eyes, and he hurriedly stepped back, but then, Lan Tiao's consciousness fell into confusion again, and he stepped out of the room with stiff steps. This time he did not wake up again, but walked straight to Sang Taohua.

"His willpower is okay, but this hall master's incense hairpin is specifically aimed at souls. Unless they are soul masters, no spiritual master below the Chengyuan realm can withstand the power of this hall master's incense hairpin..." Sang Taohua secretly said it was a pity. She thought, if Lan Tiao was a cultivator in the Youyuan realm, she might try to recruit Lan Tiao for her willpower that could briefly break free from control, but the Yingyuan realm... her cultivation level is really too low.

Sang Taohua shook her head and slapped Lan Tiao on the chest.

There was a hazy green light on her palm, but this green light was not actually the real spiritual energy, but a kind of poison. The move that Sang Taohua was performing at this moment was called "Thousand Poison Palm". The palm itself carried spiritual power to attack, and it could kill a cultivator in the Infant Yuan Realm with one blow. If it didn't kill him, it would be fine. The toxins attached to it would corrode the human body's vitality until the opponent died.

However, when Sang Taohua's palm wind touched Lan Tiao's body, a light golden light enveloped her and protected her. Sang Taohua was stunned. The golden light only absorbed the magic attack and sucked away the toxins and lethality in her palm, but did not block her hand.

Then, Sang Taohua's palm passed through the golden light smoothly and gave Lan Tiao a gentle push...

"Cough cough cough..." Lan Tiao woke up completely and realized what had just happened. His face looked very ugly. If his sister hadn't given him a defensive spiritual weapon, he would have been poisoned just now!

This living city is too dangerous. The people living in the city are also very violent and kill people at the slightest provocation...

Sang Taohua was also shocked.

How could a weak Infant Yuan Realm cultivator actually withstand her attack?

No, it wasn't about resisting, but the opponent was carrying a defensive spiritual weapon...

Sang Taohua was not angry but happy. She never thought that she could come out to help her useless brother to take revenge and get a spiritual weapon by the way?

This trip is worth it!

Sang Taohua's eyes lit up and she activated the fragrant hairpin again. In her opinion, any defensive spiritual weapon had its limits. After bewitching Lan Tiao to approach her, she would let everyone attack with all their strength, draining all the spiritual power in the defensive spiritual weapon, and then kill Lan Tiao. Then the spiritual weapon would naturally be hers.

However, you can also try to order Lan Tao to offer the spiritual weapon voluntarily, which will save more trouble.

Just as Sang Taohua was thinking this, she discovered that countless fragrances were emanating from Lan Tiao's body, causing Lan Tiao's aura to become disordered.

At this moment, the aura released by Lan Tiao was no longer that of a weak infant realm, but...

Qingyuan Realm!