Listening to Yi Ming's series of questions, the fat boy's face turned purple.
When he was showing off his eloquence in the past, no cultivator dared to pay attention to the private life of the Jindan boss. Even if they listened, they all had a secretive expression. This also made the fat man feel a sense of accomplishment and superiority that he could do what others could not.
But what on earth is going on with this monk in front of me?
Looking at such a gloomy person, who acted and spoke in a deep and cautious manner, either trying to hide his identity or trying to ask questions to him, the fat man originally wanted to see him smile after hearing what he said, but how come he ended up asking him gossip?
It's okay for him to question me, but seeing how excited he was after hearing the gossip, the little fat guy was really worried that he would take it out and spread it everywhere...
If the Palace Master of Jinghu Palace or the Sect Master of Dafeng Sect got angry after hearing this, it wouldn't matter if he died, but if he gave himself away, he wouldn't be able to withstand the wrath of the Jindan master...
"Ahem, it's all hearsay, hearsay, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously!" The little fat man laughed dryly and let the matter go. After thinking about it, he was still worried and warned, "Don't spread it around. The Golden Core Ancestor is also a human being, and he is not without temper."
After teasing the fat man with the old joke from the previous life on Earth, Yi Ming looked through the sale list of Wuming Yard, but did not find anything particularly suitable, so he finally left with 10,000 spirit stones.
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"No!"
Rongyue Mountain Swamp has become very famous recently. Monks from all walks of life gather here, and countless ferocious beasts fight in the place, making it extremely lively and bustling.
"Awesome!" The young deacon gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.
"Good fellow, Fatty, you bought all these things for only 15,000 spirit stones?"
"Elder..." The disciple who spoke hesitated as if he had something to say.
"Shaobai didn't show up in Luji City?"
"Um?"
The fat boy blinked his eyes. He always felt that something was wrong and he had an extreme sense of insecurity, but he didn't know where it came from. Didn't the other party promise not to tell others that he heard it from him?
"Wushen?" The old man frowned. "Wushen is cautious and has a profound formation. He is safe. Maybe he went to explore some secrets."
At this time, a young steward from another nameless courtyard came over, holding the transaction list between the fat man and Yi Ming. "Your commission for this transaction must be 7,000 spirit stones. Half of the mission for the sect is now completed!"
Among these were the collections of the Wangshan Sect's mid-stage Ningyuan cultivator and Cong Shaobai. Qingyangzi and the other two all had a share, so even though they knew that Yi Ming might have subsidized them a little, they still accepted them without hesitation.
"I inquired and found out that Junior Brother Cong took the main road. People saw Junior Brother Cong intermittently along the way, but when he was still two hundred miles away from Luji City, no one found any trace of Junior Brother Cong."
On the other side, Qingyangzi and Yuqiao Sanren, who were playing chess, put the elixir into their respective magic bags without even looking at it. Qingyangzi killed a large number of Yuqiao Sanren's chess pieces with a single move, "Since you are back, play chess with me. Tiezhen and Yuqiao's chess skills are too poor."
In an exquisite courtyard on the back mountain of Wangshan Sect, an old man who looked elegant and easy-going had his brows furrowed, trying hard to suppress his anger that was almost out of control.
Although even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, if they really want to settle everything clearly and without missing a penny, then this friendship will be over.
"There's no news about Yang Zhen either?"
Logically speaking, there was no chance at Rongyue Swamp at this time. If Yuan Wushen went there, he should have come back long ago.
Seeing the fat boy's timid appearance, Yi Ming knew that he either heard the story from hearsay and could not tell the truth from lies, or he was simply making it up to satisfy his own desire.
Thinking about the group of netizens on the Internet during the information explosion in his previous life, Yi Ming could only sigh that the personalities of people really do not differ by era, environment, or world...
"Is this a master I have met? Could it be my old friends? Is it Old Ghost Lu or Old Witch Hai?"
"No……"
After he had spent almost all the spirit stones and finished refining the pills, he slowly returned to the gathering place of independent cultivators by the Jing Lake with his harvest.
…
And Yi Ming felt that the latter situation was more likely...
"No signs of fighting?"
Yi Ming, not knowing that he had been ripped off again, happily started shopping with these washed spirit stones. He bought several bottles of pills and some poisonous spirit plants from various stores in the city. He also rented the alchemy room of a store and refined a batch of pills.
"What's wrong?"
"Have you asked people on the street?"
"No……"
"Qingling Dingyuan Pill, what a good stuff!" Tiezhen poured out a pill. At first glance, it was a Xuan-level pill that was helpful for healing wounds, so he threw one directly into his mouth and used his internal energy to heal his wounds.
The little fat man sent Yi Ming to the door and thought to himself, "Putting aside his bad character, the fact that he was able to kill two direct disciples of Wangshan Sect and look through the sale list of Wuming Courtyard without changing his expression shows that he has a strong background, a high net worth, and a lot of good things on hand."
The little fat man raised his eyebrows and chuckled complacently, "I ran into a powerful person and killed a fool. I'm lucky."
…
“…”
"What a pity. Shuanghua City still has less good stuff, and we lose another fortune."
"It's a good harvest. I exchanged them all for pills, and everyone gets one." Yi Ming said this and gave two bottles of pills to each of Qingyangzi and the other two.
"Senior Brother Yuan... is also missing..."
Now that his only grandson is missing, even though Yuan Wushen is his favorite disciple, he is no longer in the mood to care about him.
"I'm back. How's it going?"
"Tsk tsk, this monk is quite powerful."
Yi Ming began to live a carefree and leisurely life again, but over in Wangshan Sect, dark clouds were covering the sky and a storm was about to come.
"Reporting to the elder, someone saw Junior Brother Cong flying away from Jingtian City alone and heading towards Luji City."
"Don't worry, I will only tell my friend in secret, and when I tell him, I will also tell him that I definitely didn't hear the news from you." Yi Ming said seriously.
Yuqiao Sanren was speechless, "I was kind enough to play chess with you, did I provoke you?"
"Is there anything else you haven't said? Say it!"
“Yes…” The disciple had no choice but to tell Yuan Wushen everything he had done along the way and the purpose of going to Rongyue Swamp.
"Jinghu Palace? Bei Xueqing!" The old man's face turned darker in an instant, and he waved his hand helplessly, "Let's discuss this matter later. I will ask Bei Xueqing's master when I have the chance. You continue to the place where Shaobai disappeared and expand the search area to two hundred miles. You must find the clues of Shaobai's disappearance for me!"
"yes!"
(End of this chapter)