"…I left the one that looks most like it in the secret place…"
The clear boy's voice echoed in the underground palace, with a tone of complaint, but because of its exceptionally brisk voice, it did not seem annoying.
However, the other being in the same room had no feelings about this. He only heard the voice sneer, and the disdain in the tone was quite obvious -
"It's just a body without any power... I'm so emotional because of this. The cultivation world has been at peace for a long time. It's really not as good as it was in the past..."
There was only the young man in the palace, and these words seemed to come out of nowhere in the hall, which was very strange.
However, the young man did not show any panic. He immediately put away the carelessness on his face when he heard the noise and bowed respectfully in one direction, "Your Highness Tianmo, you are awake."
In the direction he was heading, black fog was surging and forming the shape of an evil beast's head, and on the outermost edge of the fog was a golden rune that had already shown a broken appearance. It was a crumbling seal with only a thin outer shell left.
The boy's expression of respectfulness was done very well, but the black mist did not react at all.
Its "sight" fell on the black cocoon on the other side of the hall. The blurred beast face formed by the mist could not show any expression, but the impatient anxiety made the whole hall seem depressing, and even the ground showed slight signs of cracks.
The young man caught these signs almost immediately, and looked at the black cocoon and spoke skillfully, "Your Highness, calm down. This body has been fully developed. In three to five months at most, I can take your soul into it..."
"...After all, this is the body that Your Majesty will use in the future, so it will take some effort..."
"Your Highness, you don't want to wait until the Lord wakes up and fights again, but the Lord is burdened by his body, right?"
The atmosphere in the hall did not ease up because of this, it even became heavier. The young demon cultivator could not bear this kind of pressure and fell to his knees on the ground. The expression on his face was no longer as relaxed as before, but a look of obvious endurance of pain.
"Don't play any tricks."
The deep voice warned.
The young demon cultivator bowed his head deeply, but this time he was facing the direction of the black cocoon. A kind of morbid fanaticism appeared on his face.
"The desire to revive Your Majesty... is the same as your Highness. Just on this point, your Highness does not need to worry..."
The promises made by demon cultivators are never reliable, and talking about trust with them is even more ridiculous.
But the beast's eyes glanced at the boy, and the imposing aura in the palace gradually dissipated. It was not trust, but absolute confidence in his own strength, believing that this young demon cultivator would not be able to do anything under his control.
——It’s “arrogance”.
After urging the young demon cultivator again, the black mist returned to the sealing formation and fell into a deep sleep.
Although it seemed the same as every time before, Jian Yuan could hear the impatience in it.
He knew that if he gave the same reason the next time the other person woke up, he would be torn to pieces.
His Highness the Demon has become impatient to wait.
More than three hundred years.
To be honest, he was already surprised enough to see Yuan dragging on to this point after testing his bottom line again and again.
He originally thought that with his highness's patience, dragging it out for more than a hundred years would be the limit.
Is he really worthy of being called... Lord Ling Hua...
Jian Yuan's gaze once again fell on the dark cocoon.
His gaze became eager again. This was not one of those inferior products that only looked similar and were made with a little spiritual consciousness, but was conceived with two of the man's three souls, "Taiguang" and "Shuangling".
He knew what the body that was wrapped inside and gradually taking shape looked like.
That body is so powerful.
His posture of sweeping across the entire demon world with his own strength is truly dazzling.
It makes people marvel and fascinated...
However, this existence, which should have been perfect and flawless, fell due to such a ridiculous reason.
Jian Yuan's expression was gloomy for a moment as he stared at the huge black cocoon, but it soon turned into another intoxicated smile.
——It doesn’t matter. Soon, soon this almost perfect and powerful body will belong to him.
He will erase those shortcomings one by one.
Then... become a true Demon Lord.
...intoxicated by power, succumbed to power, and became fanatical about it.
He did indeed faithfully and loyally submit to that powerful force.
But isn't it the "magic practice" to find a way to hold in your own hands what you are obsessed with and fanatical about?
"Jianyuan" looked at the sealed being that fell into sleep again, with the corners of his lips raised in a slightly weird smile.
Too arrogant.
This Demon Highness has possessed great power since his birth.
He pays no attention to the weak, nor does he care about ants.
Therefore, His Highness probably hasn't discovered yet that the woman had already replaced the soul bead that sealed the "ghost spirit" at the last moment.
What a good mother...
For the defective product that should have been disposed of.
She had clearly begged him with tears and made a vow, saying that she would give anything to save her fellow Taoists, but in the end, she was the first to break it.
...Taoism?
Haha, just hypocritical.
However, the physique that can adapt to the soul is really a great help.
After the trip to Wuwang Sea, when Lou Kongyu rushed back to the vicinity of Fengxia Villa, it was almost time to take the sword.
Lou Kongyu naturally rushed to arrive early, but thinking of the situation that day, due to Master Qing's strange temper, he did not dare to visit him in advance, and could only temporarily stay in a city near the villa.
Because it guards the famous Fengxia Villa, there are a lot of swords for sale in the market, ranging from ordinary iron to high-quality spiritual swords.
However, Lou Kongyu only walked around for a while. He was a little excited because he had just received the task reward and felt that he would be able to afford the long sword sooner or later, but suddenly he became dispirited.
——Can he really afford it? Before he dies...
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After suffering such a blow, Lou Kongyu had no intention of continuing to stroll around.
He had planned to go back, but while he was distracted, he passed by an unknown place and the crowd suddenly became dense. He struggled to make his way through it, but found that more and more people gathered, and he was finally stuck in the middle, unable to move forward.
Due to the rule in the city that prohibits flying swords, if he doesn't want to be trampled to death, he can only follow the crowd and finally stop at one place.
Layers of people were waiting to enter a large, magnificent courtyard. From what Lou Kongyu saw, it seemed like they were waiting for an auction. This was obviously not something that a poor monk like him, who was still in debt, could afford. However, he was squeezed in the crowd and did not want to hurt anyone, so he could neither go in nor back out.
It seemed that because the real guests all had private rooms, the entry requirements to the lobby were very loose, and Lou Kongyu, who was pushed in the crowd, actually managed to sneak in.
Lou Kongyu:???
He thought that he would be stopped by the guards at the gate because he did not pay the entrance spirit stones.
——He had occasionally come across auctions in Linzhou. Each time, the area was heavily guarded and even the invitations to enter had to be checked repeatedly. No time was like this one.
Or is this the local custom of Huangzhou? How could someone sneak in? Is this really an auction?
Unlike Lou Kongyu's confusion and bewilderment, Chu Lu saw the reason.
The visitor in front of Lou Kongyu was a relatively wealthy person in the hall, and he paid a lot more spirit stones for admission than the others. Lou Kongyu was pushed so hard that he was almost sticking to the other person, and the guards probably assumed that the two of them were together.
It was only after he actually came in and heard the whispers around him that Lou Kongyu finally understood what was going on.
The finale of this auction is a magical sword that has given birth to a sword spirit.
The spirit sword chooses its master.
Wanbao Pavilion had already announced that if the sword found a buyer at the auction, the auction house would give the sword away without charging a penny.
As soon as the news was released, cultivators from the entire Wasteland State flocked to the place. Even those who were not sword cultivators were willing to join in. No wonder it was so lively now. And perhaps because they thought, "The closer you are, the greater your chance of being noticed by the spirit swords." Compared to the private rooms, the lobby was actually crowded.
Thinking about it this way, there is some reason for the seating arrangement in the hall. No wonder the entrance fee to the hall does not require many spirit stones, but many people who come in can give several times more.
The "kind-hearted man" standing in front of Lou Kongyu was indeed wealthy. Chu Lu saw that he was sitting almost at the front row close to the auction table.
Lou Kongyu, who was identified as a "colleague", was obviously taken as an attendant who came with the young master because of his simple clothing, and was arranged to sit in the corner.
I guess they thought that if they could get rid of one more person, they would have a better chance. Many of them brought servants with them. Lou Kongyu was among them, dressed inconspicuously, and even his attitude that he obviously felt that this auction had nothing to do with him and had no interest in the items on the stage was no different from those around him.
Chu Lu noticed this: "..."
It was the first time that he raised a cub so poorly.
He suddenly began to reflect on whether he was paying too little attention to his children's living standards.
As for the two he had raised in this world before: one was the head disciple of the sect leader and the future successor of Taihua Sect; the other was the child of destiny - although the way the heaven loved him in this world was a little strange - but it was indeed the destiny of heaven...
Because of their status, even if Chu Lu didn't pay attention, there were still people who would worry about them. As a master, he only needed to care about their cultivation. In fact, because the two of them were one in a million talented people, and no one in their generation could match them, he didn't even have to worry about their cultivation.
Chu Lu felt that after this trip, he should ask Lou Kongyu to reconsider the invitation from the owner of Yuewang Tower to accept him as a disciple.
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While Chu Lu was distracted for a moment, Lou Kongyu had already blended into the surroundings inconspicuously and was communicating in a low voice with the people around him.
The auction above finally began.
The prices of the things they took out at the beginning were not that exaggerated, but even so, Lou Kongyu gasped from time to time. Although the people beside them were servants, they had seen a lot from the young masters and young ladies, so they seemed very calm. But when they saw Lou Kongyu's startled look, they all showed an attitude of understanding.
——Is this a new person? This is the first time for me to come to such an event.
After cultivating to the foundation building stage, the mottled burn scars on Lou Kongyu's face and body had long disappeared, revealing a handsome face that was still a bit immature. Good looks always have unexpected advantages, especially for Lou Kongyu's non-aggressive appearance. Someone next to him immediately explained the auction items to him in a low voice out of kindness.
Lou Kongyu actually recognized these things. After all, Chu Lu taught him a lot in various aspects during the first few years when he embarked on the path of cultivation, including refining equipment and alchemy. And since he had no alchemy furnace or foundry at the time, the most important thing was naturally to identify the materials.
It is because of knowing each other that I feel this way now.
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What is being auctioned now is a small piece of fire iron.
Lou Kongyu vaguely remembered the reluctant attitude of the immortal senior when he mentioned this thing -
[…If there is no molten gold, you can use a large piece of flaming iron to repeatedly temper it and extract its essence to replace it…]
"Big", "Reluctant"...
Lou Kongyu looked at the fingernail-sized piece of fire iron on the stage and felt that if there was nothing wrong with his measurement method, this should not be considered a "large piece"; and now that the price has soared to seven spirit stones, he did not think that this thing could be classified as "barely worth it"...
So, the world of weapon refiners...is it measured by different standards than other cultivators?
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