The sect disciples were not bloodthirsty people, so Tian Lang snorted coldly and put away his sword.

"Why, aren't you the one who calls the shots?"

Prefect Song had a hard time speaking out, and said weakly, "It was true before, but it's hard to say now."

Tian Lang said: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Prefect Song looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of something. Seeing that he looked like he was walking on thin ice, everyone also looked around.

Suddenly, Prefect Song fell to the ground, banging his head on the ground, crying with snot and tears:

"Masters, it is indeed wrong for me to take ten high-grade spirit stones from you, but if I cannot produce ten high-grade spirit stones within three days, the teleportation array of Wangyou City will be closed permanently!"

"This teleportation array was left by the ancestors of the Song family. It must not be destroyed in my generation!"

Prefect Song now has more white hair than before.

"My fellow Taoist priests, I am forced to do this." Prefect Song's voice contained a hint of sorrow.

When everyone saw this, they thought to themselves, how could a mortal dare to blackmail a cultivator? There must be someone behind the scenes instructing him. Only a cultivator would dare to do this.

Fan Li seemed to have guessed something and stepped forward and asked, "Who is threatening you?"

When Prefect Song heard the cold voice, he felt it was somewhat familiar, so he raised his head to look for the person who was speaking.

The moment he saw Fan Li, Prefect Song was frightened as if he had seen a ghost and his face turned pale instantly.

"You, you, you... aren't you already dead?!"

Lu Xingran raised her eyes suddenly, murderous intent flashing in her eyes: "What are you talking about? Watch your mouth."

Then, Lu Xingran looked at Fan Li again and asked, "Have you seen this old man?"

The "old man"'s teeth were chattering.

Fan Li smiled wryly, "I just saw him."

Lu Xingran's eyes moved slightly, and she vaguely guessed that something must have happened between Fan Li and Prefect Song, but she didn't ask, because she believed that Fan Li could handle it.

As soon as Prefect Song blurted out the words, he realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately panicked.

Didn't Master Huang's senior brother say that he had killed Fan Li? How come she is still alive!

Fan Li narrowed his eyes slightly, as if smiling, "Master Song, are you still concerned about my life?"

Prefect Song felt a chill all over his body, and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please spare my life, Immortal, please spare my life!!"

Fan Li moved his fingers, and Prefect Song was lifted up by a force.

It was as if an invisible hand was pinching his neck, and his whole face quickly turned the color of liver.

Prefect Song's eyes were originally small, but at this moment they were wide and round.

Fan Li said in a cold tone: "Who told you I was dead? Take me to see him."

Prefect Song nodded repeatedly and said with difficulty: "Master, Master Immortal. The important person is in my house. I will take you there. Can you let me go first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the power that frightened him disappeared.

Prefect Song's legs were so weak that he leaned against the wall and coughed a few times. He cleared his throat and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. No one can afford to offend that gentleman when you are here!"

Fan Li tilted his head: "The master you are talking about, is it Mr. Mei?"

Prefect Song was slightly surprised: "You really have foresight."

Lu Xingran asked, "Wait, Master Mei is in your house?"

Prefect Song: "Yes! Mr. Mei passed by here and stayed at my house as a guest!" He seemed very proud of himself.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Lu Xingran raised her chin towards someone and said, "Who is he?"

Prefect Song was a little puzzled, but he still looked in the direction of the sight honestly. His two small eyes narrowed into a line and he looked carefully, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Good sign, sir!

The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world. This is what he is talking about, right?

Lu Xingran urged, "Tell me, who is he?"

Prefect Song looked at Mei Nianzhi and answered cautiously: "Should I know him?"

Fan Li raised his eyebrows, turned to Mei Nianzhi and said, "Brother, Prefect Song has invited you kindly, would you like to go with me?"

Mei Nianzhi responded with a "OK".

Prefect Song: No? When did I invite you so kindly?

Fan Li thought about it and changed his mind, "A fake one is not worth your trouble, I'll let him come here in person."

After saying this, Fan Li took out a talisman from his sleeve and recited the formula silently.

The next moment, the talisman flew into the air.

......

In the garden, two monks in Taoist robes were drinking from their cups in the pavilion, feeling the breeze on their faces and looking very comfortable.

Not far away, several maids and servants were kneeling on the ground waiting for orders, not daring to raise their heads.

A monk with pockmarks on his face drank the spirit wine in one breath and said with some worry: "Brother, are ten high-grade spirit stones a bit embarrassing for Prefect Song?"

The monk opposite him looked young, with delicate skin, but he had a mustache, which made him look like a child pretending to be an adult, which was very incongruous.

He said calmly, "What do you know? The teleportation array in Wangyou City has been running for hundreds of years. There must be a lot of money accumulated, otherwise why would Huang Ergou stay here for so many years?"

"And don't forget who we are. Mr. Mei is rich enough to rival a country. How could he possibly be interested in a mid-grade spirit stone?"

The pockmarked monk thought so too.

The young monk stroked his mustache, squinted his eyes, and said earnestly: "Details determine success or failure, Junior Brother, you still have a lot to learn."

The pockmarked monk's eyes revealed deep admiration, as if he had learned something.

"Brother, what you said makes sense. I understand!"

As if thinking of something, the pockmarked monk said worriedly, "Speaking of Huang Ergou, not long ago he sent me a message saying that there was a Jindan master in Wangyou City, and then he ran away in disgrace, and I can't contact him anymore... Although that Jindan master has left, what if he comes back?"

Fang Peng snorted and said contemptuously, "Why are you always worrying about this or that? How can you achieve anything great if you are so timid?"

The pockmarked monk shrank his neck and said, "Didn't you say, 'It's better to be safe than sorry, brother?'"

Fang Peng was choked and coughed lightly, trying to save his dignity, "You have to be flexible in doing things. Just use your butt to think about it. How could a Jindan expert be willing to come to this shabby place?"

The pockmarked monk scratched his head and said, "Huang Ergou said so."

Fang Peng cursed: "You idiot! Do you believe whatever others say?!"

The pockmarked monk said innocently, "Brother, why are you scolding me? Could what Huang Ergou said be false?"

"Why can't it be false?" Fang Peng said wisely, "He said that on purpose to prevent us from coming to Wangyou City so that he can reap all the benefits! How could I fall for his trick?"

"But didn't Ergou run away?"

Fang Peng also realized that his statement was somewhat contradictory. He coughed twice, rolled his eyes, and tried to justify himself.

"You don't understand. If he doesn't run away, how can we believe what he says? If there really is a powerful Jindan master, I will change my surname to Gou!"

Fang Peng snorted coldly, his sharp eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Perhaps Huang Ergou is hiding somewhere right now, and he will find a fake golden elixir to scare us away, so that he can enjoy the spiritual stones of Wangyou City all to himself!"

The pockmarked monk clenched his fists and said angrily, "Damn Huang Ergou. We are brothers, but he treats us like this! His conscience has been eaten by a dog!"

"If I see him, I will definitely skin him alive and tear out his tendons!"

Fang Peng's mouth corners curled up slightly.

This idiot is much easier to control than Huang Ergou.

After he clears out all the spiritual stones in Wangyou City and steals the teleportation array, he can exchange it for a large sum of money. As for this pockmarked man, let him stay in Wangyou City forever.

Just then, a talisman floated over from a distance.

Fang Peng paused for a moment, squinted his eyes and saw that the talisman was coming straight towards them.

Before Fang Peng could react, the talisman suddenly turned into a ray of light and rushed into Fang Peng's body.

Ma Zi was shocked: "What happened? Did Huang Ergou take action?"

Fang Peng's face changed and he suddenly stood up uncontrollably, then walked quickly outside like a puppet.

Ma Zi, who hadn't figured out what was going on, stood in the pavilion and asked loudly, "Brother, where are you going in such a hurry? Will you come back for dinner in the evening?"

Fang Peng's angry voice came from a distance.

"I have established my foundation and have already practiced fasting! How many times do you want me to tell you before I remember it?"

"No, that's not the point. I'm under a curse. Come and save me!!"

Ma Zi immediately ran over and saw Fang Peng rolling on the ground. Ma Zi was stunned.

Fang Peng rolled and shouted, "Idiot, what are you still standing there for? Come and help me!"