225: Chapter 225 Junior Sister, you absolutely cannot agree to him! He has ulterior motives!

When Mo Yao was clutching her Transmission Stone and shouting to Second Senior Sister Bai Suyin, Cao Kun was standing only thirty feet away.

Not only did he not interrupt, he didn't even show any intention of stopping her.

"Finished calling?"

Cao Kun waited for her to put away the Transmission Stone before speaking leisurely.

"You can call a few more if you like; I'm in no hurry anyway."

Mo Yao was stunned for a moment.

She had thought Cao Kun would be furious and would immediately strike to stop her from calling for backup.

After all, why would the murderer of the Head Disciple stay in place and wait to be surrounded?

But this guy...

He wasn't just unhurried; the expression on his Face clearly said that the more people she called, the happier he would be.

Mo Yao subconsciously glanced around the canyon walls surrounding Blood Crystal Valley, her eyes becoming wary.

This kid is so calm...

Could there be an ambush from the Great Yan Dynasty nearby?

The cliffs on both sides of Blood Crystal Valley were towering, with layers of dark red rock; there were indeed many places to hide people.

Earlier, Second Senior Sister Bai Suyin had said the Great Yan Dynasty set a trap to kill the people from the Taichu Holy Land.

If this Cao Kun was just bait pushed to the surface while others from Great Yan were hidden in the surroundings...

Then wouldn't her calling Second Senior Sister Bai Suyin over just now be playing right into their hands?

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Mo Yao's spine.

She began to regret it.

If she had known these waters were so deep...

She wouldn't have rashly charged into Blood Crystal Valley to join the commotion even if it killed her!

Watching Mo Yao's guarded look as she glanced around, Cao Kun was inwardly amused.

This dark-skinned little wildcat had quite a rich imagination, scaring herself like that.

Fine, it saves me the breath of explaining.

"What's wrong? Why are you dazed? Not going to keep calling?"

Cao Kun took a step forward.

Mo Yao reflexively took half a step back, and the Penglai Immortal Palace Disciples behind her were so nervous their hands were shaking.

Gu Yao had been slapped into the wall, his life or death unknown; who would dare step forward?

"Young Master."

Weighing the pros and cons, the seductive smile on Mo Yao's Face faded significantly, and her tone became tentative and cautious.

"How about this? Could you let us leave first?"

"Our Penglai Immortal Palace and the Taichu Holy Land are not on the same side. Yao'er guarantees that we will never interfere in the grievances between your Great Yan Dynasty and Taichu."

Hearing this, Cao Kun slightly raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Oh? Did I hear that right? Weren't you just telling me to hand everything over?"

"You people from the Penglai Immortal Palace change Faces faster than the Hehuan Sect takes off their clothes."

Mo Yao's pretty Face heated up, and an embarrassed flush appeared on her wheat-colored skin.

But now was clearly not the time to worry about Face.

The dozen or so Junior Brothers and Sisters behind her were at most at the Middle Stage of Void Refining; they couldn't possibly be a match for the man before them.

If you can't win, you have to back down.

Mo Yao understood this logic better than anyone.

"It was indeed our offense to the Young Master just now. Yao'er sincerely apologizes here."

Mo Yao bowed slightly, her tone softening considerably.

"As long as the Young Master lets us go, Yao'er will surely remember this kindness. What do you say?"

Cao Kun was silent for two breaths, then nodded cooperatively. "Fine."

Mo Yao's beautiful eyes lit up, and she was overjoyed, thinking her honey trap had worked.

"However..."

Cao Kun's tone shifted as he extended a finger, pointing at the group of trembling Penglai Disciples behind her.

"You can leave. But you can't leave empty-handed."

The corner of Mo Yao's mouth twitched.

Well, as expected, it wasn't that simple.

But compared to life, what did money matter?

She gritted her teeth and turned to shout at the group of terrified Penglai Immortal Palace Disciples:

"What are you all standing there for! Take off all your Storage Rings! Quickly!"

"Se-Senior Sister..."

A young male Disciple tremblingly reached up to remove his ring, muttering, "How is this any different from daylight robbery..."

Mo Yao turned and glared at him. "Do you want to die?"

The Disciple immediately shut up and removed his Storage Ring as fast as possible.

No one wanted to go up on the cliff and join Senior Brother Gu Yao as a wall decoration.

A moment later, over a dozen Storage Rings were neatly piled in front of Cao Kun.

Cao Kun took the Storage Rings and casually swept through them with his Divine Sense.

The Top-Grade Spirit Stones added up to about six million, there were a few decent Magic Treasures, plus some Medicinal Pills and Spiritual Plants.

Overall, compared to the fat sheep from the recently wiped-out Taichu Holy Land, this group from Penglai Immortal Palace could only be considered low-income earners.

Not very fat, barely enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

"Sigh... Does your Penglai Immortal Palace usually withhold rations? How are you this poor?"

Cao Kun pocketed all the Storage Rings. Seeing this, Mo Yao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call her fellow Disciples to retreat quickly.

However,

"Wait."

Cao Kun suddenly spoke.

Mo Yao's long, slender leg, which she had just stepped out with, froze in mid-air.

"Young Master... the money has been given to you. What other instructions do you have?"

Cao Kun curled his lip and tossed the last Storage Ring in his hand.

"Just this little bit of stuff, and you call this sincerity?"

"I feel like your sincerity is still a bit lacking."

"With this little money, it's hard for me to get things done."

Mo Yao's expression changed.

She had just handed over everyone's Storage Rings!

The entire wealth that the dozen or so Core Disciples of Penglai Immortal Palace brought before entering the Ancient God Ruins was all in there!

This guy's appetite was simply too large!

"Then... what exactly does the Young Master want to let us go?"

Mo Yao bit her succulent red lips tightly, asking with a belly full of grievance.

She finally understood the sense of despair Head Disciple felt before his death—crying out to heaven and earth with no response.

The person in front of her simply didn't listen to reason!

Cao Kun didn't answer immediately.

He rubbed his chin, his gaze slowly moving down from Mo Yao's Face.

First, the daringly cut black hip-hugging miniskirt.

Then, those long, slender legs full of power.

Different from Yun Xiyue's icy-cold snow-white skin, and different from Meng Yudie's bone-melting charm.

Mo Yao's healthy wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy luster under the crimson sky.

Cao Kun nodded inwardly.

Peerless Grade.

It certainly had a unique flavor.

The four words 'Taiyin Glazed Battle Body' prompted by the System, especially the part about being exceptionally durable, made his heart skip a beat.

"I see that your Physique is special."

Cao Kun withdrew his gaze and spoke solemnly.

"How about this! Let's make a bet."

"If you can withstand my pressure for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn without falling, I'll let you all go."

"I'll even return the Storage Rings to you."

Mo Yao was stunned.

"That's it?"

She almost thought she had misheard.

It wasn't asking her for a life-and-death battle, nor was it forcing her to sign some insane master-servant contract.

Just... withstand pressure?

How hard could that be!

Mo Yao almost laughed out loud.

She possessed the Taiyin Glazed Battle Body; in terms of physical strength alone, she ranked in the top three in the entire Central State.

Even if Cao Kun's combat power was Heaven-Defying and he could kill enemies above his level, his surface cultivation was only at the Late Soul Transformation Stage.

Pressure was directly linked to one's Realm.

No matter how much you could fight above your level, the limit of your pressure was fixed!

To use pressure against a Battle Physique Cultivator like her, who was born with a powerful Physical Body?

This was practically a free gift!

Mo Yao felt greatly reassured and was about to agree immediately.

"No!"

A hoarse roar came from the deep pit.

Gu Yao had somehow regained consciousness again.

Half of his body was still embedded in the rock wall, his Face covered in blood, but his eyes stared fixedly at Cao Kun, filled with rage.

"Junior Sister, you absolutely cannot agree to him!"

"He has ill intentions!"

Mo Yao