Fang Baoliu still wanted to argue with Bai Cang, and even said things like, "From now on, I'll be yours."
But Bai Cang was as hard-hearted as iron, determined to eat this bowl of soft rice, completely refusing to listen to reason.
No matter how much Fang Baoliu cried poverty, played the victim, begged, or acted coquettishly, Bai Cang remained unmoved.
Ultimately, Fang Baoliu had no choice but to sign this "treaty of surrender".
One hundred Yuan Forbidden Pearls are worth a million Spirit Pearls, which is indeed not a figure that should exist in the mortal world.
However, Fang Baoliu gritted her teeth and took out a portion from her dowry, which was enough to make ends meet.
Moreover, while others would need a million spirit pearls to buy it, she could get it for almost half price.
If you calculate it this way, a mere 500,000 spirit pearls could be exchanged for a perfect 72-level Earthly Fiend Magic Artifact. It's not that it's a loss, but rather a hard-earned profit.
"Wait, you're not going to use me as bait again, are you?"
When the two parties reached an agreement on the transaction, Fang Baoliu suddenly stared at Bai Cang and said, "If something happens to me, there will be no one to pay the balance."
Fang Baoliu had already gained a direct and profound understanding of Bai Cang's "extraordinary talent" in being unscrupulous, and his eyes were full of vigilance and wariness.
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, but on the surface he remained "righteous and awe-inspiring," saying, "What are you saying, Senior Sister? Of course I will stay by your side every step of the way."
Fang Baoliu felt slightly relieved and, adhering to the principle of "doing big things quickly and finishing early," headed straight for the location of the "Flame Spirit Body Forging Flower."
Bai Cang's figure blurred slightly for a moment, and then he followed closely behind.
However, for some reason, Fang Baoliu always felt that Bai Cang seemed to have a slightly more feminine temperament, but she couldn't see any clues or say what was wrong.
However, the rest of the journey went smoothly, and the two soon arrived at the valley where the "Flame Spirit Body Forging Flower" was located, which was good news.
The bad news is: someone else has already taken this spot!
When Fang Baoliu brought Bai Cang here, they saw two figures already standing there.
One of them was tall and wore a dark blue robe. He exuded a strong sense of confidence in his every move, as if nothing could stump him.
The other person was dressed in a black Taoist robe and held a long banner, following closely behind the Taoist master.
Fortunately, it seemed that the two of them had just arrived!
In front of them was a small lake with flowing lava.
A lotus flower, resembling rising crimson flames, swayed gently in the very center of the lava lake.
It was none other than the Flame Spirit Body Forging Flower, Fang Baoliu's ultimate goal for this trip!
With the arrival of Fang Baoliu and Bai Cang, the two were also startled and turned around to look.
"So it's Junior Sister Fang from the Crimson Dragon Temple. Long time no see, how have you been?"
The tall Taoist priest in the azure robe laughed loudly, his slightly golden eyes full of confidence, as if he didn't take Fang Baoliu seriously at all.
"So it's Senior Brother Feng Xuanting. Bao Liu greets you."
Seeing this, Fang Baoliu smiled gently, bowed slightly to the tall young man, and secretly transmitted her voice to Bai Cang: "This person is from a branch of the Feng family, and his strength is quite remarkable, especially in..."
"Haha, Junior Sister Fang is still so gentle and courteous."
The tall young man, Feng Xuanting, laughed heartily, "If this item weren't so important, I really wouldn't have the heart to compete with you."
"How about this, Junior Sister Fang, you step back for now, and I will surely repay you handsomely, what do you say?"
While secretly transmitting her voice to Bai Cang, Fang Baoliu said with a gentle yet firm tone, "Baoliu is also quite wealthy. Senior Brother Feng, please feel free to state your conditions..."
As the two exchanged words, Bai Cang had already gained a preliminary understanding of the other party's identity, background, cultivation level, and strength.
Feng Xuanting needs no introduction. He is a member of the Feng family, a branch of the Feng family, and is undoubtedly a top-tier aristocratic family in Heshan Dao.
The person beside him was his "attendant," a combination of positions such as "study companion," "concubine," and "guard."
As for why Feng Xuanting, a grown man, had a "companion" who was also a rough-looking man, even more rugged than Feng Xuanting, it can only be said that they are indeed from a wealthy family, and they play the damn tricks.
But Bai Cang only had one question: "Can I kill him?"
Fang Baoliu responded to Feng Xuanting with a smile, her gaze lingering almost imperceptibly for a moment before she secretly transmitted her voice, "If possible, try not to kill anyone."
Upon hearing this, Bai Cang immediately understood.
The implication is that Fang Baoliu doesn't want to take the blame, but it's not that she can't.
With that in mind, Bai Cang was too lazy to listen to their insincere back-and-forth.
He came from a "wilderness" background and couldn't appreciate the so-called "etiquette" among scions of aristocratic families.
"Since both sides are determined to win, why not have a fight?"
Bai Cang stepped forward. "The winner takes all, the loser eats the dust. Isn't this the most common way of resolving disputes in our Heshan Dao?"
Feng Xuanting smiled without saying a word, but his gaze toward Fang Baoliu carried a hint of cold questioning.
It's as if they're saying: What kind of business does your Fang family have? Can't you even keep your dog on a leash?
In Feng Xuanting's view, speaking even half a word to Bai Cang would be the greatest humiliation for him.
There are rules among powerful families, and even if they were to engage in a contest of power, they would never be so direct.
When do dogs from aristocratic families have the right to bare their teeth at their owners?
Dogs and humans don't understand each other!
Apart from those who were also from prominent families, in their eyes, no one else was qualified to be called a "human being".
Either become their dog, or become expendable resources!
"Junior Brother Bai is a direct disciple of Senior Brother Yao Chonggu."
Upon seeing this, Fang Baoliu quickly said, "Baoliu's experience this time is largely thanks to Junior Brother Bai's protection. His words are my own."
Knowing the ways of those aristocratic families at the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Mountains, she quickly revealed Bai Cang's "identity" to prevent this vicious man from having murderous intent again.
"So it's Junior Brother Bai! Please forgive my poor eyesight and rudeness!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Xuanting's attitude changed drastically, and he wore a warm and gentle smile. "Junior Brother Bai is absolutely right. We disciples of Heshan Sect should act decisively and efficiently."
Although the Feng family ranks above the Yao family, their actual power is not as great as that of the Yao family.
Moreover, Yao Chonggu is a direct descendant of the Yao family, and he is not on the same level as this collateral branch of the Feng family.
Even though Bai Cang was just Yao Chonggu's junior brother, Feng Xuanting believed that Bai Cang was qualified to have a direct dialogue with him and be on equal footing.
However, his arrogant attitude followed by obsequiousness only made Bai Cang despise him even more.
The so-called "scions of noble families" are nothing more than cowardly jackals who bully the weak and fear the strong.
That affected display of so-called "etiquette" and "demeanor" is more like a child imitating adults playing house, making one unable to help but laugh.
Please enlighten me!
Bai Cang simply waved his sleeve and gestured for them to proceed.
Seeing this, Feng Xuanting's smile froze, and his eyes turned slightly cold. "Feng San, go and play with Junior Brother Bai!"
Upon hearing this, the black-robed Taoist stepped forward and coldly looked at Bai Cang.
With a flick of his sleeve, twenty or thirty skulls shot out into the air.
Amidst the swirling flight of countless skeletal demons, each the size of a wheel, spewed forth blazing emerald-scaled ghostly flames.
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