"No! That sneaky guy! Ghost cultivator Gu Tiande! How come you are mixing with the righteous people!" The Blood Demon saw that a fellow demon cultivator like himself was actually standing opposite him.
Gu Tiande, wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a skull printed on it, raised his chin and said, "That caravan also has my goods! You blind old thing, you dare to steal everything, right?"
The Blood Demon was speechless for a moment. He finally understood why these people came. At this time, he was already wondering whether the puppet he had prepared could save his life.
The next moment, a man wearing a shirt with the words "Yunxiao Palace" written on it stood up and said, "Blood Demon Tang Yuan, you attacked the caravan without any reason, seriously injuring three disciples, damaging five chariots, and severely damaging the cargo. Now, I'm giving you two choices."
"First, compensate us for all our losses, plus a fine. The specific amount will need to be calculated and negotiated between me and the leaders of each sect."
"Hey, we'll kill you and use the things in your cave to pay off the debt. If that's not enough, we'll imprison your soul in a soul lantern and hang it at the gate of Immortal City as a warning to everyone!"
The Blood Demon gasped. "Your Yunxiao Palace is the righteous path, right? How can you say something even more vicious than me? You imprison my soul in a soul lamp and want to display it to the public?"
"I accept the punishment!" The Blood Demon completely lost his image and shouted while waving his hands. Facing dozens of powerful men with the same cultivation as himself, he didn't dare to say anything else.
When this news reached Yunxiao Palace, Yue Anyao was somewhat dazed: "Zhiyi, you are truly amazing. Just as you said, if this goes on, there will be no more fighting and killing in the world of immortal cultivation."
Fang Zhiyi smiled and said, "This is the power of capital."
Yue Anyao didn't understand: "Capital?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't explain, but just rubbed her hair.
There are also many small shops on the outskirts of Xian City. In one of the shops, there is a young woman who is constantly stirring vegetables with a little spiritual energy in the wok.
"Boss, give me an extra serving of chicken!"
"Hmm! Wait a minute."
The small shop was full of people, some of whom came to see the boss.
"This boss is so cute, I wonder if he has a Taoist partner."
"Last week, the young leader of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was turned away. Why don't you give it a try?"
"Just give it a try! I'll wait until there are fewer people around!"
"Stop talking nonsense and eat quickly. The dishes cooked by this boss are really delicious."
A young woman waiting in line was reading a magazine. Overhearing the conversation at the table at the door, she couldn't help but glance at the boss. She was wearing jeans, a ruffled short-sleeved top, and her hair was tied up high.
Nice back view.
Just as he was thinking about it, the boss took the food out of the pot and brought it up. The young man's pupils widened.
"This, this isn't..." He was a little surprised. His companion behind him asked curiously, "Do you know him?"
"She, she looks a lot like our Palace Master's former Taoist partner!"
Upon hearing this, his companions also took a closer look, then slapped him: "How is it possible? How could that clueless little girl come here? Have you forgotten that she ran off with that demon cultivator's young master a long time ago?"
"Yes, yes, maybe they just look alike. Do you have a photo stone? I'll take a picture and show it to the Palace Master."
"Are you looking for death? Be careful that Madam flattens you and throws you into the mines."
At this time, Zhong Ling'er wiped the sweat off her face and looked up to see two young faces. Although they were young, they were actually hundreds of years old.
Zhong Ling'er had some impression that these two guys often guarded the mountain gate when she was in Yunxiao Palace.
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