Chapter 45: Demonic Cultivator Conspiracy

Han Ming walked into the secret room, her heart and spirit on guard.

In the secret room, there were only two people.

"Welcome, welcome." On the main seat, Sun Lingtong clapped his hands, his tone enthusiastic.

The main seat was in the center, with a row of seats on the left and right, each row having three seats.

In the row on Sun Lingtong's left, in the middle seat, sat an old man. He looked haggard, his expression gloomy, and seeing Han Ming arrive, he cast a scrutinizing gaze.

Han Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and she also looked at the old man, feeling the face was somewhat familiar.

Thinking for a moment, she recalled in the bottom of her heart: "It's that mechanical master in the Black Market who sells the Up-and-Down Wishful Rope."

"Please sit, please sit." Sun Lingtong greeted.

Han Ming sat in the right row, but chose the seat furthest away, which was also closest to the exit of the secret room.

"Sun Lingtong, you opened a heavy reward to invite me here, what do you want me to do? Speak directly." Han Ming asked as soon as she sat down.

Han Ming was a Jin Dan-stage demonic cultivator, her face beautiful, but it was covered with a layer of blue-gray color, plus she radiated cold air at all times, making her possess a kind of eerie, cold beauty.

Sun Lingtong clapped his hands, praising: "Straightforward! Good, I will speak directly."

"I want to deal with Sun Lie, and after thinking about it, Han Ming, you are the most appropriate partner."

Han Ming said "Oh," her eyebrows raised slightly: "You also want the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill?"

One year ago, Sun Lie refined eighteen Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills and delivered them to the Zhou family, and he was about to disperse the remaining ones on the spot.

Sun Lie was generous and heroic, not sticking to small details, and was even in a drunken state at the time, saying that he would let the cultivators interested in competing have a contest on the spot, and the winner would take all.

Han Ming happened to be there.

She was an outer sect disciple of the Soul-Devouring Sect, cultivating the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Technique. The Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill was very suitable for her and had extremely high value.

She participated in the competition immediately, but there were many enemies and the competition was fierce, so she was forced to perform demonic arts, directly killing one Foundation Establishment cultivator and seriously injuring three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

She therefore exposed her demonic cultivator identity.

Sun Lie certainly wouldn't give the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill to a demonic cultivator in public.

Han Ming had no choice but to flee.

Unlike Ning Zhuo opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, his tone slow: "Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill, who doesn't want it?"

Sun Lingtong nodded: "In fact, we want more."

"Sun Lie is an alchemy master, and he has lived in Fire Persimmon Xiancheng for more than a year, and those seeking elixirs are endless."

"His success rate in refining elixirs is extremely high, and basically every entrustment completed will leave behind several pills."

"I have already investigated: on the shelves of his elixir storage room, there are over a hundred bottles of elixirs!"

Han Ming nodded slightly, already moved.

Her identity exposure happened a year ago. Up to now, she hadn't left Fire Persimmon Xiancheng because she was unwilling and wanted to plot for the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill.

For a year, she had collected quite a bit of information and had also probed Sun Lie several times, all of which ended in failure.

Han Ming said: "Sun Lie is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and his own combat power is not bad."

"At the same time, he is an alchemy master and is treated with hospitality by the City Lord's Mansion, living in the Ziyang Courtyard all along."

"The Ziyang Courtyard is an industry of the City Lord's Mansion, and the protective formation in the courtyard is connected to the Xiancheng formation."

"Therefore, the Ziyang Furnace in the courtyard can pass through the formation and use the infinite geothermal fire of Fire Persimmon Mountain to refine elixirs."

"Not to mention the guards in the Ziyang Courtyard, even the protective formation is not something we can break through rapidly."

"Once we are in a stalemate, we will have to face the City Guards rushing from all directions."

Sun Lingtong laughed: "Han Ming, don't forget where I come from. Just look at this!"

As he spoke, Sun Lingtong took out a talisman.

Han Ming cast her gaze over, and a glimmer of joy flashed: "Formation-Breaking Talisman? Very good!"

"I agree to this matter."

"But let's say it first, I want at least three Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills!"

Sun Lingtong smiled without speaking.

Unlike Ning Zhuo snorted coldly: "You are dreaming! If you can get one, you should be happy."

"If it weren't for the fact that the people scheduled to come didn't arrive, how could we temporarily add an outsider like you?"

Han Ming's face turned cold, and killing intent overflowed. She stared at Unlike Ning Zhuo, her eyes narrowed: "The last Foundation Establishment stage person who treated me with this attitude died a year ago. In addition, there were three Foundation Establishment cultivators who were seriously injured."

Unlike Ning Zhuo sneered: "You think, this old man is one of those trash?"

As he spoke, his hair condensed, forming thick, long black whips, like pythons raising their heads. Under the cloak, mechanical flying birds poked their heads out, and dozens of pairs of bird eyes radiating electric light stared at Han Ming up and down.

Han Ming's heart tightened.

Fire Persimmon Xiancheng was covered by a formation, and cultivators like her who used spells as their main combat method suffered a great loss when fighting.

Considering the suppression of the formation, body-refining cultivators, corpse-refining cultivators, beast-taming cultivators, and mechanical cultivators all took advantage of many things.

Han Ming couldn't see through Unlike Ning Zhuo's foundation. What she knew was: this person made a living by selling the Up-and-Down Wishful Rope and had earned a lot of money. And to have so much money and still be alive, naturally, he was absolutely not simple.

Sun Lingtong clapped his hands

"We are here to cooperate, not to fight to the death."

"Han Ming, you come from a major demonic sect and possess great strength. But I tell you, Chui Tiao Ke is by no means weaker than you."

Han Ming let out a cold snort and retracted her killing intent.

Unlike Ning Zhuo also dispersed his black whip, and his cloak retracted, covering the restless flock of Thunder-Silent Birds.

Sun Lingtong took the opportunity to say: "There are only the three of us for this sneak attack on the Ziyang Courtyard. We are each guaranteed one Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill from what we seize."

"The actual situation is hard to say for sure; regardless of the amount, it will be divided according to our specific contributions to the operation."

"What do you two think?"

The secret chamber fell into silence.

Unlike Ning Zhuo did not speak.

Han Ming was deep in thought.

She did not trust Unlike Ning Zhuo, but she trusted Sun Lingtong. Sun Lingtong came from the Un-Empty Gate, and the Un-Empty Gate and the Soul-Devouring Sect were both major sects in the world. Their statuses were equal.

Sun Lingtong had also managed the black market of Fire Persimmon Xiancheng for so many years, and his own reputation was very high.

"He is the local kingpin here. Since he wants to attack the Ziyang Courtyard, he naturally has confidence."

"If I miss this opportunity, how much longer will I have to wait if I rely on my own strength?"

Thinking of this, Han Ming nodded slightly, her tone cold: "I agree."

Sun Lingtong looked at Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Only then did Unlike Ning Zhuo nod: "Very well, let's sign the contract."

Ziyang Courtyard.

Alchemy room.

Sun Lie and Meng Chong stood before the Ziyang Furnace.

This alchemy furnace was over two people tall, occupying almost half the space of the alchemy room. The red copper furnace body radiated intense heat.

Meng Chong examined the Ziyang Furnace, not yet having recovered from what he had just heard: "Elder Sun, are you going to put me inside the furnace and roast me like medicinal ingredients?"

Sun Lie picked up his gourd, took a sip of strong liquor, and his cheeks flushed slightly: "Hahaha, that's exactly it!"

Meng Chong frowned, puzzled: "Refining alchemy with a person, isn't this a demonic cultivation method?"

Sun Lie rolled his eyes: "What demonic cultivation method?"

"In the hundred arts of cultivation, practicality is king. Use whichever method is good. Righteous path or demonic path, they are both cultivating the Dao and seeking truth; what is the essential difference?"