"Let's go back first, I'll think of something else," Mrs. Natsume said, looking at Yang Fan.
Afterwards, the two decided to go back to their residence first.
"Brother! Brother!"
On the way, the two ran into He Qiang.
Seeing that Yang Fan and Mrs. Natsume were so close that they were inseparable, this guy looked at them with admiration.
Mrs. Natsume is a top-tier beauty in the Spirit City.
In the past, countless suitors tried to win her heart but failed.
As a result, Yang Fan had only been there for a few days when he easily won over... his idol!
"What are you doing here?" Yang Fan asked He Qiang curiously.
Come to think of it, He Qiang was the first friend Yang Fan made when he came to the Upper Realm.
"You're planning to leave the city for a mission. Do you know that something big has happened in our Spirit City?"
"Well……"
"A few days ago, a good ascendant died at an ancient immortal's ruins!"
"..."
"Young Master Xiao, it seems they're issuing a warrant for your disguise."
"..."
"Your bounty for your alternate account has reached 100,000 Immortal Crystals, and you can get it just by providing clues."
He Qiang had seen Yang Fan's real appearance.
after all.
When Yang Fan first arrived here, he had no idea that he was wanted by the Immortal Alliance.
When he registered as a Celestial Hunter with the Celestial Alliance, he showed his true face.
later.
Yang Fan discovered he was wanted and quickly changed his appearance; it was then that he met He Qiang.
"Why don't you take this opportunity to make a fortune?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.
"What are you saying! I, Emperor He Qiang, will not make money that goes against my conscience!" He Qiang puffed out his chest, making his stance clear.
Come to think of it, Yang Fan has been wanted by Xiao Tianlong for a week now.
If He Qiang really wanted to earn a reward, he would have provided the clues long ago; why wait until now?
"What mission are you going to outside the city for?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.
"Mission to capture illegal immigrants".
"Capture the illegal immigrants?"
"Yes, some guys can't afford the 100,000 immortal crystals, so they choose to risk smuggling themselves into the Tianzhou Continent."
"What? You can smuggle yourself from Lingcheng to the Tianzhou Continent?"
Yang Fan's spirits lifted, and his eyes lit up!
original.
He was also planning how to get to the Tianzhou Continent.
Now... it seems like a new track has been discovered!
"Yes, it's possible! This kind of thing has happened very rarely in the past."
"Now it's different, with the city's teleportation array temporarily shut down."
"The number of ascendants who have illegally crossed into the Tianzhou Continent has increased significantly."
He Qiang looked at Yang Fan strangely, unable to understand why he was so interested in smuggling.
"It seems you are quite familiar with the smuggling process?"
"Of course."
What methods were used for smuggling?
"What?"
He Qiang stared wide-eyed at Yang Fan, completely bewildered.
original.
He thought Yang Fan was going to go on the mission with him.
As a result, this guy turned around and asked how to smuggle himself across the border?
what?
What does that mean?!
Could it be that he also wanted to illegally cross the border?
Or perhaps...
“I, He Qiang, am the law-abiding immortal of Lingcheng, and I never do anything illegal.”
"Five thousand immortal crystals."
"Brother, please don't make things difficult for me! Please don't make things difficult for me!"
"Ten thousand."
"Add a little more... oh no, I mean, no matter how much you give me, I can't do anything that crosses the line."
"Fifteen thousand."
"Brother, you're testing my weak point."
"Twenty thousand."
"Deal. Actually, I've always felt sorry for those illegal ascensioners. Who would risk their life to smuggle themselves out of the country if they didn't have money?"
"..."
When Yang Fan saw He Qiang, he changed his tune faster than turning the pages of a book, his face full of disdain.
Could this fisherman have been planning to scam him from the beginning?
That's terrible!
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