177: Chapter 177 Sell! Sell! Sell!

1,000,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!

That is completely enough for a Golden Core Stage Cultivator's entire Golden Core cultivation stage, and to accumulate resources for a Breakthrough to Nascent Soul.

Sell!

Anyone who doesn't sell is a fool!

What? You ask what about the soul stones the Sect/Family requires?

Don't joke around. It's not like they are the only ones in the Family/Sect who obtained a spot. If they sell it, naturally there are others who will go to the Secret Realm to adventure!

At this moment, it's about who acts first to reap the biggest rewards.

The people from the reclusive Li Family were the first to stand out.

"Senior Luo, I'll sell!" Li Changqing said, unable to wait.

Being a Golden Core Cultivator himself, Li Changqing considered himself of the same generation as Li Changsheng, yet he respectfully performed the salute of a junior to Senior Luo Yunkai.

Sounds of gnashing teeth came from among the hundred people.

Li Changqing turned a blind eye, his chin held high.

Others were hesitant, considering the thoughts of their faction's higher-ups.

Unlike him, he didn't need to hesitate at all.

Look at how poor their Li Family had become; why hesitate! Just go for it!

Luo Yunkai did not break his word; he immediately took out a Storage Pouch and, in front of everyone, placed one million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones inside.

Afterward, he raised his hand and beckoned toward the distance.

The next second, a spatial ripple appeared beside him, and several people walked out from it.

Xiao Tian watched with eyes full of anticipation.

Ye Fan, Chu Feng, a little girl, two old men, and Ancestor Hefeng.

Hmm?

Where were his brothers?

"Old man?" Xiao Tian asked, his face full of confusion, "Didn't you go to pick up my other brothers?"

Could he have guessed wrong?

What else would have made the old man so anxious?

Xuan Ming's Divine Soul was powerful; he sensed a trace of a strange Soul fluctuation in front of Chu Feng, who was wrapped in a river of blood.

"Little Eighth Brother, our brother might be in Little Sixth Brother's hands."

Xiao Tian looked at Chu Feng's hands in disbelief.

The blood river swirled, and he could not see the situation inside.

Xiao Tian immediately used his Bloodline connection; two sensations came from Chu Feng's direction, one weak and one strong.

The weak one was like a candle in the wind, barely flickering.

"What is going on?"

Chu Feng kept his head lowered, not daring to look up at everyone.

Luo Yunkai sighed, "It is because I arrived too late. Fortunately, I used some special methods to preserve the Soul body."

Xiao Tian immediately darkened his expression, "Who was it?"

The confident smile that had always been on Chen Xuanfeng's face vanished. His Sword Qi billowed his golden robe, refracting a blinding light.

Su Xin's gloomy expression turned dangerous. Even the fun-loving Xuan Ming wiped away his smile, cold light hidden in his eyes.

Li Changsheng and Lin Hao flew over, clearly having heard this conversation.

Both of their expressions were not good. It wasn't just for the brother they hadn't met yet, but simply because their father had treated them well; they would share in their father's worries and grief.

Jin Fugui, who was sitting weakly in a wheelchair suspended in mid-air, struggled to lift his eyelids. His usual gentle gaze was gone, replaced by an unspeakable coldness.

Luo Xiaobao was not scared. He threw himself onto Jin Fugui's chest and patted it like a little adult, "Daddy, don't be angry. Xiaobao will tell Uncle Blazing Fire to beat up the bad guys!"

His little fists were clenched tightly, looking full of righteous indignation.

But what he said made people want to laugh.

Blazing Fire was also simple-minded. Although he didn't know why his brothers were suddenly angry, he scratched his head and nodded, "Right, I'll beat them."

Linglong looked at Jin Fugui with worry, "Young Master, do not worry. With Father and the other brothers here, they will definitely not let those scoundrels escape."

Jin Fugui let out a long sigh and reined in the coldness in his eyes.

"Father surely has already taken revenge."

These few simple words were spoken by Jin Fugui very slowly and with great effort.

Seeing this, Linglong felt a pang of heartache.

When would the Young Master finally recover his former spirited appearance?

Even though the Young Master couldn't do without her right now, if he recovered, they would certainly not see each other every day.

But she still wanted the Young Master to be well!

She cast a hopeful gaze toward Xiao Tian and the others, silently praying in her heart, "Please, you must bring back many soul stones to let the Young Master recover as he was before."

...

"It is Kong Yishui." Chu Feng spoke.

This familiar name made the brothers first angry, then stunned.

Xuan Ming, who didn't understand the situation, was still rubbing his hands, "Kong Yishui, heh! Don't let him fall into my hands, otherwise..."

Only then did he notice the silence of the other brothers.

His sharp spiritual sense made him shut his mouth. Although he was a fun-loving person, he knew when he could joke around and when he had to be serious.

Su Xin cast his gaze toward Chu Feng, "Is it... Bai Ji?"

He hadn't even thought of Bai Shao.

Chu Feng nodded with difficulty.

Silence fell.

Luo Yunkai said indifferently: "Now is not the time to talk about this."

"Little Feng, you go."

The Storage Pouch fell into Chu Feng's hands. Following Luo Yunkai's gesture, he looked at Li Changqing among the hundred people, remaining motionless for a moment.

"What? You don't want to find soul stones for Little Yan anymore?" Luo Yunkai's voice was as usual.

Chu Feng lowered his head to look at the three talents soul condensing lamp that he had been protecting within the river of blood; in the center, Bai Ji's Soul body remained weak and flickering.

"I..."

"You won't listen to Father's words either?" One sentence from Luo Yunkai successfully made Chu Feng shut his mouth.

He took the Storage Pouch and, holding the three talents soul condensing lamp, headed toward Li Changqing.

Luo Yunkai raised his hand and pointed; the three talents soul condensing lamp was pulled away from the blood river protection that Chu Feng had carefully erected.

Chu Feng's Aura surged, his eyes suddenly turning blood red. The terrifying river of blood instantly expanded, the Wind Beast Blood Soul Shadow roared, and a hurricane suddenly arose.

Luo Yunkai flipped his hand, and Five-Colored Spiritual Power gathered into a vast ocean, suppressing the river of blood.

Chu Feng woke as if from a dream, his pupils returning to black. The river of blood dissipated, and he stood helplessly in place, like a child who had done something wrong.

Luo Yunkai acted as if he hadn't noticed his anomaly and scolded, "What, you don't trust Father either?"

"No!" Chu Feng's relieved gaze fell on Luo Yunkai. He pursed his lips, turned, and disappeared into the crowd of a hundred people.

Li Changqing took the Storage Pouch and happily retreated back to the Li Family's flying boat.

As for the discussions of others, like how Luo Yunkai had another son, hey, what did that have to do with him?

Anyway, it wouldn't be missing any for their Brother Li Changsheng!

"Fellow Daoist Luo, are you still buying Secret Realm spots? I want magic stones!" A demonic Cultivator suddenly asked.

This person was originally a Demonic Path Loose Cultivator who had been coerced and enticed by the Thousand Souls Sect to participate in the Righteous and Demonic Grand Competition. He was originally supposed to be cannon fodder, but as luck would have it, he was in the first round of selections and encountered a Righteous Path Cultivator with average cultivation.

Later on, when the demonic Cultivators were at a disadvantage, Ancestor Qian Hun gave them some help with magic pills, which surprisingly allowed him, someone who should have been used as Soul food, to obtain a spot.

He didn't care about soul stones or whatever; he wasn't a Disciple of the Thousand Souls Sect, and he had no Nascent Soul Ancestor behind him. Winning soul stones would only bring disaster.

Luo Yunkai immediately nodded, "Naturally!"

He flipped his hand to produce another Storage Pouch, placing one million Mid-Grade magic stones into it in front of the demonic Cultivator.

He then handed the Storage Pouch to Ye Fan behind him.

Ye Fan stepped forward and bought the demonic Cultivator's spot.

Seeing this, the Cultivators who also intended to sell their spots felt a wave of disappointment.

At this moment, they just thought...

"Sigh, why can't Fellow Daoist Luo have more sons!"

Who knew...

Luo Yunkai smiled, "Is there anyone else who wants to sell a Secret Realm spot? I..."

"Sell!" "Sell!" "Sell!"

Three people flew out from the crowd first.