Chapter 722 Asking the Senior to Take Action



Yimeng Old Monster, real name Xiao Chongtian.

This evil cultivator had ruined countless female cultivators throughout his life.

Unexpectedly, things went wrong.

The black heart in Fukuda Misa's hand was still pounding.

The rich essence transformed into wisps of green smoke, which swirled continuously.

Fukuda Misa trembled with excitement. This Yimeng Old Monster possessed the strength of a peak Grandmaster. As long as she refined this black heart, it was only a matter of time before her ghost arts reached their peak.

Thinking of this, she immediately sat down and began to absorb and refine the Black Heart.

Ta-da!

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Senior Xiao, Wan Feng, the eldest disciple of the Bajiquan school, has come to pay his respects. Is it convenient for you?"

It was the madam's voice, sounding extremely obsequious.

Bajiquan School?

Misa Fukuda couldn't help but furrow her brows.

At this moment, she was in the crucial stage of refining, and she couldn't afford to speak. If she made a sound, all her previous efforts would be in vain, and she might even suffer a backlash!

However, another voice seemed impatient, "Senior, this junior is Wan Feng. I have important business to discuss with you. Please open the door and speak with this disciple!"

"senior?"

"Senior, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as your consent! Then I'll come in!"

Misa Fukuda's heart was pounding.

However, she was completely unable to speak...

Splash!

The sound of nails being removed came from outside the door, and in a short while, the wooden boards nailed to the door were removed.

Squeak!

Then the door was slowly opened, and a handsome man walked in.

Upon seeing the scene inside the house, the man was startled.

All around were the corpses of women, lying haphazardly.

Holy crap!

That old monster, he really lives up to his reputation, he's playing some truly insane tricks!

They actually like playing with corpses!

Wan Feng muttered a curse to himself, then raised his head and glanced at the bed.

At this moment, an old man was lying on his side on the bed, his back to him, and he seemed to be holding a woman in his arms.

Wan Feng was startled and immediately knelt down, "This junior has been rude and has disturbed your good time, senior!"

After a moment of silence, Wan Feng raised his head, looking surprised.

Just then, Xiao Chongtian slightly raised his hand.

Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then clasped his hands and said, "Senior Xiao, I have long admired your name! My Bajiquan sect has suffered a terrible misfortune. My master, Dai Sheng, was ambushed and killed by a petty scoundrel surnamed Lin. I hope that you, senior, can uphold justice!"

"We hope that Senior Xiao can take action tonight and kill this boy. Even if he can't kill him, he should seriously injure Liu Jingwu so that he cannot participate in tomorrow's martial arts tournament!"

Upon hearing this, Fukuda Misa was completely bewildered.

Didn't she kill the hoopoe?

A petty scoundrel surnamed Lin?

Lin Yu?

Ha ha!

She understood immediately!

This person surnamed Lin must have been misunderstood.

Tsk tsk, I never expected this kid to take the blame for me!

What a terrible innocent!

Fukuda Misa was extremely pleased.

At this moment, Wan Feng spoke up again, "Of course, our Bajiquan school will pay sufficient compensation for this!"

As Wan Feng spoke, he took out a check from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Here is a check for one billion; I hope you will accept it with pleasure!"

One billion is not a small amount, even for a martial arts master.

Some people believe that money is useless to martial artists.

That would be a huge mistake!

In the practice of spiritual cultivation, Dharma partners, wealth, and environment are all indispensable.

Wealth can sustain one's health and also purchase the necessary resources for spiritual practice.

For example, places blessed with spiritual energy, rare medicinal herbs, and precious stones.

Before Wan Feng arrived, he also learned that this old monster had only two great hobbies in his life: money and women.

He even spends astronomical sums to find female warriors as furnace vessels.

He believed that if he presented the check for one billion, the other party would definitely be tempted.

However, to his surprise, the old monster didn't react at all and didn't make any statement.

Wan Feng paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and pulled out another check. "Senior, how about two billion? As long as you can kill this brat, my Bajiquan sect is willing to go bankrupt!"

However, despite this enormous temptation, the old monster still did not respond.

Wan Feng's face turned ugly. Could it be that this old monster was also wary of the Martial Arts Association's reputation?

"In that case, I'm sorry to have bothered you!"

Wan Feng shook his head in disappointment, grabbed the check, and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as he was about to step out the door, a voice finally came from the bed, "Put the money down, I'll take this deal!"

Wan Feng froze, then turned around abruptly, his expression overjoyed. "Senior, you've agreed?"

thump!

Wan Feng knelt down on the ground and kowtowed heavily, saying excitedly, "Thank you for your help, senior. Your kindness is immense, and our Bajiquan school will never forget it!"

Xiao Chongtian remained lying on his side, only slightly raising his hand, "Go!"

"Yes, senior, I'll leave the check here. I'll take my leave!" Wan Feng put the check aside, slowly left the room, and closed the door.

At this moment, Fukuda Misa let go of the old monster's hand, slowly sat up, and stretched.

"Tsk tsk! This black-hearted fellow is indeed remarkable. This old monster's evil techniques are somewhat similar to my ghost arts. I was able to refine them quite quickly. It's just a pity that the essence blood from this dual cultivation has too many impurities, wasting a lot of it. If I want to master my ghost arts, I still need a tiny bit more of this essence blood!"

Fukuda Misa wore a regretful expression, then walked over and picked up the two checks. Her eyes gleamed.

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