752: Chapter 752 Using Killing as Bait

[Inside the City Lord's Mansion, there was a deathly silence.]

[Passers-by slowed their pace by a beat, and someone mustered the courage to probe inside with Divine Thought for a split second — ordinarily, no one would dare to do such a thing.]

[An old man was left dumbfounded in place after sensing that the City Lord's Mansion was completely empty.]

[‑The City Lord's Mansion is completely empty? Could it have been wiped out?‑]

[‑You really know how to joke. There are no traces of fighting or auras, how could it be wiped out?‑]

[‑How strange, could it be that the City Lord's Family went out to play?‑]

[‑Perhaps!‑]

[The discussions spread everywhere, and no one knew what had happened just now — the space had been completely isolated earlier, and outsiders knew nothing about everything inside.]

[On the other side,]

[You walked on the street, looked around, and prepared to find a place to stay.]

[Just as you were walking, a tiny stream of light shot out from the dome of the sky and landed on your shoulder with a swish.]

[It was Qin Han who had returned.]

[‑Hiccup—‑]

[It held its round belly and burped, tilting its head to look at you: ‑Daddy, Wanling Valley is so rich.‑]

[You smiled and patted its head, casually stuffing the thousands of qiankun rings and qiankun bags from just now into its spatial ring.]

[It licked your cheek, drilled back in with a swish, and fell fast asleep upside down.]

[You wiped the saliva off your cheek with your sleeve and continued walking forward.]

[Not long after, a magnificent restaurant appeared before your eyes — Wangxian Tower.]

[The nine-story pavilion had a spacious storefront, looking like a place ordinary people couldn't afford to live in.]

[Without thinking much, you raised your foot and walked in.]

[A young attendant smiled and greeted you: ‑Guest, are you stopping for a meal or staying at the inn?‑]

[‑Top-grade guest room, how many Spirit Stones for one night?‑]

[‑Ten thousand Spirit Stones.‑]

[‑So expensive?‑ Your brow twitched.]

[‑Guest, our Wangxian Tower is one of the best in the city. The top-grade guest rooms face Wangyou Pavilion directly, and if you have sharp eyes at night, you can even catch a glimpse of the courtesan's dance moves across the street.‑ The attendant smiled and said, ‑If you find it expensive, ordinary guest rooms cost one thousand Spirit Stones.‑]

[‑I am not interested in courtesans, but this top-grade guest room sounds not bad,‑ you handed over ten Top-Grade Spirit Stones, ‑I'll stay for three years!‑]

[The attendant took the Spirit Stones, his eyes squinted into slits with a smile: ‑Guest, you're still one short! Ten Top-Grade Spirit Stones are ten million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and staying for three years requires eleven million Spirit Stones.‑]

[‑No discount even for staying three years?‑]

[‑Rules set by the boss, never discounted.‑]

[You took two back from his hands and spoke indifferently: ‑Then stay for eight hundred days first.‑]

[The attendant was slightly stunned, then smiled and turned sideways to lead the way: ‑Alright, Guest, please follow me!‑]

[Just as you lifted your foot, a man's chuckle came from behind: ‑Tsk tsk tsk, it's my first time seeing someone count days so carefully while staying at Wangxian Tower.‑]

[The male cultivator beside him chimed in: ‑Others split a Top-Grade Spirit Stone in half to spend, is it any of your business?‑]

[‑That's not called knowing how to live, that's called being poor.‑]

[‑In my opinion, it's puffing up one's face to look imposing.‑]

[The two of them bantered and joked back and forth with a smile.]

[You looked back.]

[Three people sat in the window-side private booth, an old man leading two young men.]

[All three only revealed the Early Nascent Soul Stage.]

[You saw right through that old man at a glance — it was Body Integration cultivation, one of the only two Body Integrations in the city.]

[The other two men were actually in the Early Stage of Soul Transformation. Judging by their attire, they should be geniuses from some Family.]

[At the table next to them sat four people.]

[Among them, a bald monk put his palms together and closed his eyes: ‑Amitabha, gossiping behind people's backs damages one's virtue.‑]

[‑Dead bald donkey, shut up.‑ A woman at the same table as the monk glared at him.]

[‑Jingkong, can you stop stirring up trouble for us?‑ Another female cultivator lowered her voice.]

[‑What is there to be afraid of,‑ Jingkong smiled and transmitted his voice, ‑The three of them are only at the Early Nascent Soul Stage. Anyone who can come to Drunken Immortal Tower must be descendants of a noble Family, and they are quite wealthy.‑]

[Turns out these four people were Jingkong, Gu Lingshuang, Chu Yiyi, and Tang Zhan.]

[Tang Zhan didn't say a word, lowering his head to take a sip of tea.]

[Hearing Jingkong say that, the expressions of the people at the neighboring table noticeably looked unpleasant.]

[One of the young male cultivators stood up: ‑Dead bald donkey, what did you just say? If you have the guts, say it again?‑]

[‑Amitabha, you are allowed to discuss others, but this poor monk is not allowed to say a couple of words?‑ Jingkong looked at him with a smile.]

[That old man hadn't made a sound all along, and only slowly raised his eyelids at this moment.]

[His gaze was very faint, without any emotion.]

[Jingkong's smile was still hanging on his face when it suddenly stiffened.]

[He sensed something was wrong.]

[But it was too late.]

[The old man's gaze had already swept over like a knife.]

[Immediately following, a Divine Thought transformed into a light arrow, silently springing out from between his brows and shooting straight at Jingkong's glabella.]

[There was no gathering of momentum, no warning, fast as lightning.]

[Jingkong's mouth was open, and he didn't even have time to process the thought of dodging.]

[Right at this critical juncture of life and death,]

[Snap—!]

[With a soft sound, that Divine Thought light arrow shattered three inches away from Jingkong's glabella and then dissipated.]

[The old man's expression changed, his gaze turning to you, and then he smiled and cupped his fists: ‑This humble one is Sima Muqing. There has been much offense just now, and I hope you will be magnanimous.‑]

[You carried your hands behind your back, your tone indifferent: ‑So it's people from the Sima Immortal Clan, no wonder they're so arrogant.‑]

[‑This thievish monk spoke wild words, and the old man only wanted to give him a small lesson.‑ Sima Muqing's tone was calm.]

[‑A lesson?‑ You looked at him with the corners of your mouth crooked, ‑Then you guys gossiped behind my back just now, shouldn't I also give you a lesson?‑]

[Sima Muqing's expression sank slightly: ‑The old man did not gossip about you.‑]

[He turned his head to look at the two young male cultivators, his brows twisting: ‑Yu'er, Tao'er, why aren't you apologizing yet?‑]

[Hearing the old man address the two of them, you only then realized they were these two idiots — these two were geniuses of the Sima Immortal Clan and had even participated in the Holy Land Grand Competition.]

[Sima Tao and Sima Yu exchanged glances, their expressions looking rather unpleasant. After hesitating for a split second, they cupped their fists: ‑Sorry.‑]

[You didn't take up the conversation, looking at Sima Muqing: ‑Just a moment ago you tried to kill that monk over a single sentence, and now you want to brush it off with a single sorry?‑]

[Without waiting for him to reply, two wisps of aurora had already silently shot out from between your brows.]

[Sima Muqing's expression changed abruptly, his mind moving to condense a golden light shield, blocking in front of the two.]

[Snap!]

[The light shield shattered.]

[Those two wisps of aurora had already drilled into the glabella of Sima Tao and Sima Yu.]

[The eyes of the two widened abruptly, their mouths opened and closed, failing to make any sound in time before their bodies tilted and they collapsed to the ground, losing all breath.]

[Their Primordial Spirit was wiped out by you.]

[At this moment, the air congealed for a split second.]

[The people in the private booths everywhere all held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.]

[Sima Muqing looked at the two corpses on the ground, his eye sockets turning red, clenching his fists as his whole body shook.]

[One breath, two breaths, three breaths.]

[His teeth grated loudly, and he looked at you with red eyes: ‑Your Excellency killed my two juniors just for a few words?‑]

[‑Didn't you also want to kill that monk earlier just for a sentence?‑ You had a smile on your face.]

[His chest heaved once, and then he let out a heavy foul breath, as if forcibly swallowing back some words: ‑Today, this old man was offended.‑]

[After speaking, he raised his hand and waved, sweeping away the two corpses, and with a flash of his figure, he disappeared.]

[You didn't look at him, nor did you plan to kill him.]

[You killed the two geniuses of the Sima Family precisely to intentionally provoke him and let him go back to call for reinforcements.]

[If it could best fish out a Heavenly Palace Mahayana, it would be worth it.]

[After all, a lone Mahayana expert is not easy to find.]