Chapter 522 Mr. Tao

"Here, your spirit stones." After leaving the Chamber of Commerce, Lu Yang handed the storage ring given by the Chamber of Commerce to Mr. Song.

Mr. Song was so frightened that he almost dropped the storage ring on the ground. This was six million spirit stones, and he was given it just by being told so?

"No, no, no, I don't dare to take so many spirit stones. Ten thousand, ten thousand is enough." Mr. Song is just a mortal. If people knew that he had so many spirit stones, he would not dare to bet whether the public security of Daxia could intimidate these people.

It’s not good if you don’t want it, so I’ll take a little bit.

Seeing Mr. Song like this, Lu Yang knew that he had concerns, so he did not force him and sent him back to Yuanhe County.

Then he gave 2 million each to his two junior sisters.

Lu Yang never thought much of spirit stones. On the one hand, he had patent fees and the share of the barbecue restaurant. Adding these two items together, no one in the younger generation was as rich as Lu Yang, except for Meng Jingzhou, who was a wealthy man relying on his ancestors, and Tao Yaoye, who had ideas that were ahead of his time.

Secondly, he doesn't need spirit stones.

As for magic weapons, he has the Qingfeng Sword given by his senior sister, and the Mingyue Sword used by Qilin Immortal.

The natural treasures and spiritual soil for elixir cultivation can be exchanged at the mission hall at any time, or by pulling out a few whiskers of the ginseng doll.

The exercises are all in the Sutra Repository.

This is the advantage of a large sect. There are enough resources for cultivation, and you can just concentrate on cultivation.

The purpose of setting up the mission hall is not to make disciples run around to complete their missions, but to let them go down the mountain to travel, punish evil and promote good, so as not to lose their emotions while practicing.

The Taoist sect has never advocated the idea of ​​forgetting all emotions.

Looking at the five ancient immortals, Lu Yang guessed that none of them was so soulless, especially the Qilin Immortal.

The most famous force advocating supreme forgetfulness of emotions is the Wuqing Sect.

"I have met a few who claim to be the Supreme Forgetful of Love. They say they are devoted to the Dao, but they are really ruthless. Three of them killed their wives and children to prove their Dao. There are also two who refined everyone in the clan into magic weapons. They did not spare any family members. They also had expressionless faces all day long, and acted as if everyone owed them spirit stones. But they were not easily beaten. I blew myself up once and killed them all."

"In my opinion, they are not truly the Supreme Forgetfulness."

"Isn't this considered too heartless?" Lu Yang wondered. This was cruel enough.

"Of course not. Apart from anything else, do they dare not wear clothes?"

"Not wearing clothes means they still have a sense of shame. How can it be called being too indifferent if they have a sense of shame?"

Lu Yang thought about it and found that it was indeed the case.

I didn't expect that the immortal fairy looked honest and cute, and although she wasn't very smart, she actually thought things through clearly.

After leaving Yuanhe County and on the way back to Qingshui County, Lu Yang remembered that he was a sword cultivator and could fly with a sword, so there was no need to ride a horse.

The Qingfeng sword floated up, three feet off the ground. Lu Yang jumped up, stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and looked very impressive.

"This is what a swordsman looks like."

Lu Yang heard that sword cultivators have a special way of fighting. Two sword cultivators stand facing each other and fly their swords towards each other. The one who gets knocked down loses.

Lu Yang felt that if he were to participate in this kind of fight, he would probably have to use a flying car.

“Lu Yang, a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage is targeting you.” The Immortal Fairy reminded.

"A cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage?"

Lu Yang suddenly stopped his flying sword, his hair standing on end. With a bang, the area in front of him exploded, and a figure dispersed the smoke and dust to intercept Lu Yang and the other two.

"How dare you sell my magic weapon to the Chamber of Commerce! You must be tired of living!"

The fluctuations emitted by the figure made Lu Yang and the other two people feel uneasy. The Invincible Pills were giving warnings, telling Lu Yang to escape quickly.

The other person had a cold aura, and was of the same lineage as the scroll. He was obviously an old demon who had killed countless people in secret.

"Your magic weapon?"

Tao Yaoye was still puzzled. If the scroll belonged to someone, how could it be stored in the storage ring?

Lu Yang put himself in the other person's shoes and figured out the key points: "You are worried that Daxia will track you down with the magic weapon, so you erased the mark of you in the magic weapon, and waited for the magic weapon to refine the person before you come out to harvest him?"

"You're quite a smart guy." The gloomy figure didn't expect Lu Yang to figure out the reason so quickly.

But this still cannot change Lu Yang's ending.

"Look at the jade plates on your waists. Two of you are from the Wendao Sect, and one is from the Yuegui Fairy Palace?"

"Knowing our identities, you still dare to attack us?"

The cold figure chuckled twice: "What about the Immortal Sect? If you guys die here, even if the Immortal Sect has the ability to reach the sky, they can't detect me!"

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes. Did the other party really not know or was just pretending? If something happened to the disciples of the Immortal Sect, the Immortal Sect could calculate the cause and effect, so the murderer would definitely not be able to escape.

Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting were facing a formidable enemy, silently grasping their weapons, ready to launch a sudden attack.

"Anyone who dares to harm our boss's guests will die!"

Another cold voice sounded, coming from the sky. A figure was holding a nine-section whip with eerie ghost fire burning on it. The nine-section whip lashed towards the cold figure. The green ghost fire was like a thorn in the flesh, chasing after him relentlessly.

The two sides fought fiercely, each using their magic weapons. In less than a hundred rounds, the gloomy figure was captured by the owner of the nine-section whip.

"Everyone, please come with us. Our boss wants to see you."

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

The owner of the nine-section whip looked at Lu Yang and the other two coldly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The owner of the Nine-Section Whip is also in the Spirit Transformation Stage, but judging from the fact that he can easily defeat the sinister figure, his strength is considered to be among the best in the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Tao Yaoye's palms felt slightly cold. She had seen the owner of the Nine-Section Whip before. She saw him when she went to a barbecue restaurant with Senior Brother Lu Yang. At that time, the other party was standing behind Deputy Sect Leader Shi. He should be Deputy Sect Leader Shi's right-hand man.

It seems his name is... Huo Huashen?

Why would the people from Jiuyou Sect look for them?

What is the purpose? Tao Yaoye didn't dare to think further.

Although Lan Ting did not know Huo Huashen, he could tell from the aura he emitted that he had ill intentions.

Should they run away? But the other party's strength is obviously much greater than theirs, how can they run away? "Who is your boss, and what is your purpose in looking for us?" Tao Yaoye looked at Huo Huashen vigilantly.

Huo Huashen glanced at Tao Yaoye coldly and said, "You'll know when you get there."

Tao Yaoye and Lan Ting looked at Lu Yang for help, and Lu Yang nodded: "Follow them and see."

None of the four spoke along the way, and the atmosphere was terribly depressing. Huo Huashen walked in front and led the three of them to a small pavilion.

There is no village in front of the pavilion and no shop behind it. It is very remote and there is not even any pedestrians.

There was a man sitting in the small pavilion. He was dressed in black and looked like an abyss. Just looking at him made one feel like falling into an icy cave. He was truly a demon who killed people without hesitation.

This person is none other than Petrified Bone, one of the three deputy leaders of the Jiuyou Sect.

"Boss, we've brought the people here. We've confirmed that no one will come."

"Got it, stand at the back."

Huo Huashen said yes, then stood behind the petrified bones, saying nothing, like a sculpture.

"This must be Mr. Tao who created the fantasy bubble. I have heard of your name for a long time and today I finally meet you in person."

"Mr. Tao must have earned a lot of spirit stones due to the huge success of Fantasy Bubble. This is really cause for celebration."

Tao Yaoye's heart sank and cold sweat broke out on his back. He never expected that the Jiuyou Sect's target was him.

Are they eyeing a pipe dream, trying to steal money, or demanding patents?

"They are all mortals watching, and they don't earn much." Tao Yaoye said with a stiff face.

"You don't earn much? That's not interesting, Mr. Tao."

"What do you want to do?"

"People die for money, birds die for food. With Mr. Tao's intelligence, can't you guess what I want to do?"

Petrified Bone raised the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"Mr. Tao, can you use the Fantasy Bubble to help us promote our barbecue restaurant? We have enough budget and the price is negotiable."

(End of this chapter)