345: Chapter 345 A special gift from the philanthropist Cao, please accept it!

Elder Wang suddenly looked up and laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the heavens.

The surrounding Spiritual Qi was agitated and thrown into chaos.

He looked just like an old madman who had just climbed over the wall of a mental asylum.

Standing in place, Cao Kun watched the old man in mid-air laughing so hard he was swaying back and forth, muttering to himself.

"This doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Are the upper echelons of this Spirit Realm suffering from some sort of brain thrombosis?"

"Why do they start off with a bout of idiotic laughter?"

Seeing Elder Wang laughing, the stewards below immediately perked up.

They assumed Elder Wang was unleashing some profound and unfathomable mental attack.

They immediately straightened their backs and pointed at Cao Kun, acting like bullies borrowing the authority of a tiger:

"Brat! Do you see that? Elder Wang is showing his might! You are dead meat today!"

"Elder Wang is a Peak Mahayana Stage expert from our Tianxuan Immortal Sect; when he laughs, bloodshed is sure to follow!"

Hearing the flattery from the stewards below, Elder Wang finally stopped laughing.

He calculated clearly in his mind.

This brat must have a peerless treasure on him that even Supreme Elder Zhan Hong covets.

Such a treasure absolutely could not be seized in full view of everyone, nor could it alert the other higher-ups in the Sect.

He had to find a legitimate excuse to bring this brat back to his private Immortal Cave.

Once he reached his territory, wouldn't the treasure fall entirely into his own pockets?

Once he had squeezed out all his value, he would hand the person over to Supreme Elder Zhan Hong to complete the task.

This was a double-win, heaven-sent merit!

Thinking of this, he tucked the portrait into his sleeve, adopted a dignified and immortal demeanor, and spoke coldly.

"Ant from the Lower Realm, originally, you killed a steward of our Tianxuan Immortal Sect and released mine slaves, a crime deserving of death."

"But this old man considers that your cultivation was not easy; being able to break through the realm and achieve Ascension counts as having some fortune."

"Now, if you voluntarily hand over all the Storage Rings on you, as well as all your Magic Treasures and Flying Swords, this old man can consider sparing your life."

Upon hearing this, Cao Kun immediately became interested.

He had clearly seen Elder Wang's actions of comparing him with the portrait earlier.

Without even needing to think, he knew.

Since this old thing could produce a portrait, he was definitely a lackey sent by that old bastard Supreme Elder Zhan Hong.

"The old thing has quite an appetite, wanting to play a double-cross? Fine, this Young Master will play along with you today."

Cao Kun entered character in a single second.

His originally upright posture instantly hunched over.

The arrogant expression on his face disappeared without a trace.

He portrayed a Lower Realm Cultivator who had just arrived in the Upper Realm and was scared out of his wits by the pressure perfectly.

"Elder! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

"I was just impulsive for a moment and haven't seen the world! If I give you all the treasures, will you really let me live?"

Watching Cao Kun's fawning appearance, as if he couldn't wait to kneel and lick his boots.

Elder Wang snorted in disdain.

The aborigines of the Lower Realm were indeed easy to deceive.

A little intimidation and he revealed his true colors.

On the surface, however, Elder Wang stroked his beard kindly and readily agreed.

"That is natural! This seat has always kept his word!"

"As long as you are obedient and hand everything over, not only will this seat spare you from death, but considering your decent Aptitude, I can make an exception and take you as a Named Disciple!"

"When the time comes, I will take you back to the Tianxuan Immortal Sect for advanced training; the glory and wealth of this Spirit Realm will not be lacking for you!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The few stewards nearby who had been shouting vigorously just moments ago were all stunned.

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely in their eyes, and their back teeth gnashed with a clattering sound.

This bumpkin from the Lower Realm must have had smoke rising from his ancestral grave!

He killed a steward of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect and let the black slaves go, yet not only did he not have to die, he could actually cling to Elder Wang's thigh!

Stewards like them who had been struggling at the bottom for over a hundred years didn't even know which way the gate to Elder Wang's Immortal Cave faced.

Why did this brat deserve it!

Was there any justice left?!

Feeling the envious and jealous gazes of the surrounding stewards.

Cao Kun began to slowly fumble around on his body.

With a pained expression, he pulled out three Flying Swords and two pitch-black Storage Pouches from his bosom.

He handed them over tremblingly.

"Elder... this... this is my entire life's savings!"

"You must keep your word and take me as a Disciple!"

Elder Wang, full of expectation, released his Divine Sense and swept it toward those items.

The next second, the kind smile on his face gradually solidified.

Junk! It was all fucking junk!

Trashy goods that even an Outer Sect Disciple of the Tianxuan Immortal Sect wouldn't look at!

Those two Storage Pouches only contained a few hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones and a few withered, low-tier Spiritual Plants.

Even a dog wouldn't want it if offered!

"Little beast!"

Elder Wang was furious.

He was a dignified Peak Mahayana Stage Elder.

He had actually been played like a monkey by a Lower Realm aborigine for half the day!

"You dare to use this kind of trash to make a fool of this old man?!"

"You ungrateful thing! Since you refuse to hand it over, this old man will take it himself!"

He completely lost his patience and didn't want to keep acting with Cao Kun any longer.

His right hand suddenly reached out, and in the Void Realm, a cyan Spiritual Qi handprint spanning dozens of zhang instantly condensed, reaching straight for Cao Kun.

"Today, this old man will search your soul! Let's see how tough your mouth really is!"

The wild wind brought up by the Spiritual Qi handprint blew the surrounding stewards away.

Lying on the ground, watching that terrifying giant hand, they finally revealed cold, gratified smiles on their faces.

"Told you to be arrogant! You're dead meat now, aren't you!"

"This is the price for offending our Tianxuan Immortal Sect!"

However.

Facing the full-force blow of a Peak Mahayana Stage expert filled with rage.

Cao Kun merely raised his right hand nonchalantly.

He tapped lightly at the menacing Spiritual Qi handprint above his head.

"Clang!"

His fingertip collided with the giant hand, emitting a crisp sound like metal striking stone.

That imposing Spiritual Qi handprint actually stopped dead in mid-air just like that.

It couldn't advance even a fraction of an inch further.

Elder Wang widened his eyes in astonishment, his brain unable to process what was happening.

"This... how is this possible?!"

He thought it was because he had held back his strength earlier to capture him alive.

He immediately roared, hurriedly driving the Spiritual Qi within his body, injecting it continuously into the handprint.

The cyan giant hand shone brightly, its volume expanded by another circle, and the oppressive feeling increased exponentially.

But the result remained unchanged.

Cao Kun was still holding it up with just one finger, without even a hint of a tremor.

"You... what kind of monster are you?!"

Elder Wang finally realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

Cao Kun sensed this power and shook his head uninterestingly.

He put away his playful thoughts, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"To think you are a Peak Mahayana Stage expert, and you only have this much strength?"

"What a waste of this Young Master's emotions."

Cao Kun sighed softly and withdrew his finger.

Immediately after, he swung his right arm backhand, sending a slap flying through the air.

Chaos Qi condensed in his palm, instantly shattering that giant cyan Spiritual Qi hand, and landed firmly on Elder Wang's left cheek.