One spirit coin?
Holy crap!
You...you call spending one spirit coin a huge financial loss? Are you just too poor, or are you just too shameless?!
Grass!
Please, have some decency!
"Fellow Daoist, are you... are you serious about this one spirit coin?" The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion forced a stiff smile onto his stern face as he looked at Ning Tian.
"Seriously."
Ning Tian nodded with a smile: "Could it be that the Rich Man's Pavilion is going to question the rules it set?"
"I..."
"Of course not."
The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head. If he questioned it, wouldn't he be shooting himself in the foot by taking down his own reputation?
"That settles it."
Ning Tian shrugged, then took out a spirit coin from his storage ring and placed it in the hand of the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion. He then patted the manager's shoulder earnestly and said, "Manager, you must keep this spirit coin safe."
"If I win the battle to dismantle the Heavenly Gate, I'll have the funds to build the sect."
"..."
"..."
Silence fell over the surroundings.
Damn it.
They dared to come to this Black Soil Dead Mountain before even establishing their sect.
You think you can use one spirit coin to earn funds for building a sect? You must be dreaming.
"…OK!"
A few black lines appeared on the forehead of the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion. This word was almost squeezed out of his mouth. He originally thought he could make a fortune, but he didn't expect... he only got one spirit coin!
This one spirit coin cost him so much breath!
What a loss!
It's definitely a loss!
Seeing this, Tianmei and Tu Lao couldn't help but laugh. This manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion probably didn't know that this was the beginning of their nightmare.
Let's set a small goal first.
Using one spirit coin to earn hundreds of billions of spirit coins, that's very much like the ancestor.
around.
Seeing this, many cultivators pondered, seemingly having some kind of thought in mind.
“Alright, husband, let’s go quickly.” At this moment, Su Yueyao suddenly spoke up, “If we don’t leave now, the camouflage on our faces will dissipate. Let’s set off now.”
"Concealing mist?"
The surrounding cultivators were stunned for a moment.
"Oh, right." Ning Tian pretended to suddenly realize something, and prepared to leave with his group. Before leaving, he didn't forget to say to the manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion, "Manager, wait for me to come back and collect my money."
After saying that, the group left in a hurry.
"Concealing mist?"
"Damn it! I thought he was some kind of expert, but it turns out he's just using the most basic concealing mist to hide his identity. What a waste of my time!" The manager of the Rich Man's Pavilion realized what was happening and immediately started cursing.
Many of the surrounding cultivators were also at a loss for words, neither laughing nor crying.
I thought those whose faces I couldn't see were all highly skilled, but it turns out... they were just using the most basic method of concealing their faces with a fog.
Some cultivators also quietly abandoned their plans.
…
Deeper into the forest.
Many cultivators were already waiting here; it was much more lively than outside.
"Take a walk and have a look. This is an essential spiritual medicine for entering the Black Soil Dead Mountain. Taking one will definitely make you ignore that terrifying death aura. It only costs ten million spirit coins, which is very cheap."
"Most importantly, there wasn't a single negative review!"
A number of voices rose up around them.
Ning Tian and his group arrived at this place.
"Master, why were you in such a hurry to leave? And what is the Concealing Mist? We clearly didn't use the Concealing Mist..." The mist on their faces dissipated, and Elder Tu looked at Ning Tian with some confusion and asked.
"Ha ha."
Ning Tian smiled, exchanged a glance with Su Yueyao, and said with a grin, "It's very simple. If we portray ourselves as too strong, what if others follow suit? Only in this way can we dispel their ideas."
"Only in this way can I earn 10 billion spirit coins with one spirit coin."
Ning Tian said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Elder Tu and the two fox clan guardian elders twitched at the corners of their mouths.
Who says old ginger is spicier?
This can be seen from the patriarch; the patriarch was not only spicy, but also poisonous!
If the manager of that rags-to-riches pavilion knew the truth, he'd probably cry his eyes out.
Who dares to oppose the patriarch?
They probably don't even know how they were tricked to their deaths.
"Grandmaster."
"What do we do now?"
Beside her, Tianmei looked around and couldn't help but ask.
"Do nothing."
Ning Tian shook his head slightly, "When I came here, I already checked the surrounding area. It's impossible to enter now. Taking the risk of entering would only result in being devoured by the death energy. That's a risk we can't take."
"Let's wait."
"Once the Black Soil Dead Mountain opens and the barrier dissipates, you will naturally be able to enter."
"Um."
Upon hearing this, the group nodded in agreement.
Several hours later.
Within the Black Soil Dead Mountain, black mist permeated the air, making it seem even darker, although the barrier appeared to have dissipated considerably.
boom!
Just then.
It seems that a presence is approaching.
Those powerful forces finally dared to show themselves as the barrier was about to dissipate.
boom!
A cloud of black mist descended from the sky, landing heavily outside the Black Soil Dead Mountain. Instantly, a monstrous demonic aura appeared around it, accompanied by a series of ear-piercing demonic sounds, causing many human cultivators nearby to change their expressions!
"It's a demon...!"
"This time, the demons from the Endless Abyss, the Crimson Blood Demon Clan and the Drought Demon Clan, have all come!"
Many gasps of surprise rang out from the surrounding area.
As the demonic energy surged forth, not far away, Ning Tian clearly sensed a powerful commotion erupting from the Floating Demon Tower lying quietly in his storage ring, as if it were yearning for the demon race.
That's what I wanted...
Suppress the demon!
After so long, the Floating Demon Tower remained silent, but today, when faced with the demons once again, it finally showed a slight reaction.
"Could it be that only demonic blood can nourish the Demon Tower?"
Ning Tian frowned, his malicious gaze falling on the black mist not far away. The group of demons were all hidden in the black mist, not revealing themselves, which was somewhat similar to their usual style.
"husband."
At this moment, Su Yueyao looked at Ning Tian and transmitted her voice through spiritual energy, her words somewhat solemn: "Is this Drought Demon Clan the same clan as the demon god we encountered in the void before?"
"..."
"Demon God Crimson Flame".
Upon hearing this, Ning Tian paused for a moment, and then slowly said, "I didn't expect that his clansmen were actually from the Endless Demon Abyss in the Sky Dome Domain. But it doesn't matter. As long as the Demon God doesn't come in person, there's no need to fear the Drought Demon Clan."
"Um."
Su Yueyao nodded slightly, her fair chin slightly raised. With her current strength, she was confident that she could keep Ning Tian safe!
soon.
Not only demons, but also many demons from the Eternal Demon Realm have arrived.
Among them are quite a few powerful forces, including an old acquaintance of Ning Tian, the Undying Dragon Emperor.
Unexpectedly, after moving overnight, the old dragon still remembered to join in the fun. This gave Ning Tian an idea: could he take advantage of the Undying Dragon Clan?
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