Chapter 39: Chu Lian

There is, but I need a kind of beast blood.

What beast blood are you missing?

"The blood of a Wind-Wing Devil." the girl said lightly.

"Wind-Wing Devil's blood? Does this Prison-Soul Pill also need the blood of a sixth-rank peak demon beast?"

Upon hearing that, Lu Chen froze instantly.

"Of course not, that's for concocting other pills."

The girl said, taking out a pill from her storage bag.

Exactly the Prison-Soul Pill that Lu Chen needed.

"Heh, the Prison-Soul Pill you want is right here; once you get the Wind-Wing Devil's blood, I'll give it to you."

"With the strength of that senior beside you, obtaining the Wind-Wing Devil's blood shouldn't be difficult."

The girl said, and suddenly the image of a beautiful woman appeared in her mind.

"If it weren't for my master unwilling to act, I wouldn't need to have others do it."

Hearing her say that, Lu Chen's expression changed slightly, then he glanced at Su Qian.

But at that moment, Su Qian lightly shook her head.

Obviously, she was telling him that this girl was not as simple as that old man.

Lu Chen thought likewise: a girl with only Elixir Formation cultivation could freely concoct pills deep in the Ghost Market without anyone daring to disturb her.

Then her identity must be extraordinary.

"Fine, I accept." Lu Chen said, then suddenly changed the subject: "May I ask your name, miss?"

"My surname is Chu, given name Lian." The girl replied, then returned to the alchemy furnace and began preparing the pill.

"Chu Lian..."

"Junior bids farewell."

Lu Chen clasped his hands in salute, exited the cave, and quickly left the Ghost Market with Su Qian, returning to the skies above the Nine Abyssal Mountain Range.

"Master, she has a strong aura of protection on her." Su Qian said softly, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes, "It's very concealed, at least a mark left by a Cave Heaven expert."

"A Cave Heaven expert?!"

Lu Chen never expected his guess to be confirmed so quickly.

"Looking at her, she seems to have come out alone."

"She wants the Wind-Wing Devil's blood, probably related to pill concoction."

When Chu Lian mentioned the Wind-Wing Devil, Lu Chen immediately recalled the sixth-rank Wind-Wing Devil he had seen not long ago in the Bone Burial Ground.

Lu Chen thought, then suddenly looked at Su Qian.

Su Qian naturally also recalled that scene.

"Master, I can't beat it."

Su Qian spoke bluntly, causing Lu Chen to swallow the bold idea that had just risen to his lips.

"What if we just take the blood?"

He had originally planned that if Su Qian could kill the Wind-Wing Devil, he could also obtain many high-grade beast materials and sixth-rank demon beast essence blood.

But since Su Qian lacked confidence, he could only settle for second best.

"If it's just taking the blood, that's not difficult, but..." Su Qian said, pausing, "Master, I said before that the Wind-Wing Devil bears grudges deeply; I worry it will come seeking revenge."

What Su Qian said made sense, but the Nine Abyssal Sect's guardian grand formation has an isolating effect; as long as one doesn't recklessly leave the sect, the Wind-Wing Devil won't find them.

"Go get the blood."

The importance of the Prison-Soul Pill to Lu Chen is beyond doubt; he immediately had Su Qian go fetch the blood.

"Yes, Master."

The Wind-Wing Devil's flight speed is among the fastest of its rank; if truly enraged, its speed could even surpass some seventh-rank demon beasts.

Su Qian said, and soon left.

Lu Chen's cultivation is low; going would just cause trouble, so he naturally stayed put to wait for news.

During the wait for their return, he wasn't idle either; he found a place to cultivate while keeping an eye on the old man's every move down in the Ghost Market.

That old man's cultivation is only mid Elixir Formation; Lu Chen was confident he could obtain the Nether Soul Jade he needed.

As the night deepened, Lu Chen snapped open his eyes from his cultivation state.

"He's finally leaving."

Seeing the old man about to leave, he immediately ended his cultivation and followed from a distance.

Because he worried the old man might have hidden trump cards or companions, he cautiously woke the Empress and gathered information about the old man's surroundings.

Only after confirming he had absolute confidence to kill him did he appear before the old man.

"Who! Who's there!"

The old man sensed Lu Chen's aura, cautiously retreated a few steps, and immediately drew his defensive weapon.

"It's me." Lu Chen did not conceal his identity, stepping out from the shadows.

"It's you!" As a fellow demon cultivator, the old man instantly realized what Lu Chen intended.

Thinking that, the old man immediately scanned the surroundings, trying to locate Su Qian.

Su Qian should still be on the way to the Bone Burial Ground, so she couldn't be nearby.

Noticing Su Qian wasn't there, the old man's tense expression eased a bit, but he still gripped his weapon tightly.

"Senior, your morning price was too high; I intend to offer ten bottles of medium-grade killing qi for that jade. What do you think?"

"Ten bottles?" The old man, still at Elixir Formation at his age, naturally had very low talent.

For him, ten bottles of medium-grade killing qi is already quite a lot.

However, his lifespan is nearing its end, and the killing aura cannot change this fact.

He ended up in the Ghost Market mainly because he had picked up this piece of jade in the Bone Burial Ground back then.

At that time he also found a longevity-extending technique, but it unfortunately required a living sacrifice of the same species.

Although Perfection Continent has many demon cultivators, most are sect disciples, so it's hard to just strike at them.

So he thought of the Ghost Market.

He used selling goods as a pretext to watch the nearby cultivators, waiting until the dead of night to attack those with low cultivation.

Unfortunately, he found no suitable target all day.

"Young man, where is the female cultivator who was with you earlier?"

"Do you think you can fight me by yourself?"

Since you chose to show up at night, we both know why, so no need for extra pleasantries.

"Senior, I've told you my terms; if you refuse, don't blame me for taking action."

Lu Chen didn't want to be like those demon cultivators, and he still held onto a sliver of his principles.

"Old man, my lifespan is almost over; even if I take your killing aura, it won't do me any good."

"But, young man, I'm very interested in your body."

Hearing that, Lu Chen got goosebumps instantly.

"Damn, this old geezer still has such a fetish?!"

He hadn't intended to kill, but the old man's words made Lu Chen change his mind instantly.

He dropped the pleasantries, drew the Blood Spirit Sword, and poured all his spiritual power into it.

Seeing this, the old man's expression turned cold, and he too readied himself to strike.

But the old man didn't expect that after Lu Chen channeled his spiritual power, the aura he showed was nothing like that of a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivator.

Lu Chen said lightly:

"Die."