Chapter 50: Throw it all away!

Sun Lie opened his mouth slightly after hearing this, and only shook his head after a long while: "Very few."

"In that case, the true value of the Molten Lava Xian Gong doesn't lie in the mechanism art inheritance, but in the foundation-establishing cultivation method for the three gates and three dantian?"

Seeing Fei Si nodded: "The City Lord has deep foresight; how could it be something we can speculate about at will?"

"Mechanism art has been a side door among the hundred arts of cultivation from ancient times to the present; what is there worth pursuing?"

"Such a Three Sects foundation-establishing cultivation method is the most valuable treasure!"

Sun Lie nodded and sighed: "So that's how it is."

Meng Chong clenched his fists, his fighting spirit ignited: "I must obtain the Three Sects cultivation method and cultivate the upper, middle, and lower three dantian simultaneously!"

"I can't wait anymore. Sun Lao, tell me quickly, how can I use Galloping Thunder to help dissipate my cultivation?"

Sun Lie laughed: "It's very simple."

"After this battle, you should be able to actively control Galloping Thunder."

"At that time, when you dissipate your cultivation, simultaneously activate Galloping Thunder, and you can accelerate this process."

"The use of the talent Galloping Thunder is extremely wide; it's not just for dissipating cultivation. When operating cultivation to accumulate magic power, it can also accelerate it."

"In a fierce battle, it can help you increase thunder-attribute power and restrain yin-attribute opponents."

"Ordinary cultivators have to start from their natal spells step by step to refine supernatural powers. You possess the immortal talent Galloping Thunder, which is equivalent to a supernatural power seed. Growing step by step, it can be transformed into a supernatural power!"

"There are other applications; you can slowly experience and dig into them in the future."

"However, be careful; this talent consumes your three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit, so it must never be abused without limit."

Meng Chong said "Oh," and cupped his hands in thanks.

Sun Lie looked at Seeing Fei Si again: "That Han Ming came to spy on me repeatedly before, and she couldn't forget the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill."

"I previously tolerated her in private because I was wary that she was a member of the Soul-Eater Sect, and I didn't pursue it too much."

"This time, she actually wanted to harm my life. She and I are already life-and-death enemies!"

"On those six Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills, I added an odorless medicinal fragrance later. I only need to refine a bottle of pills, and after you take them, you will be able to smell that medicinal fragrance."

"Following the medicinal fragrance, you will be able to track the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill! Even if it's taken by a cultivator, as long as it hasn't been detected or broken, you will be able to smell it within a few months."

Although Sun Lie is rough and doesn't care about small details, he hasn't been walking in the cultivation world for so many years for nothing.

In fact, how could someone who could set up a trap to stimulate Meng Chong's nature lack strategy?

Seeing Fei Si nodded, changing his previous attitude, and cupped his hands: "As expected of a Grand Alchemy Master. I misunderstood before; please forgive me, sir."

For a dignified Jin Dan cultivator to bow to a Foundation Establishment cultivator like this actually made Sun Lie think more highly of him.

Sun Lie was also an old hand in the world; he nodded slightly and stopped mocking Seeing Fei Si, instead praising him with deep meaning: "City Lord Fire Persimmon has a good subordinate."

After dividing the spoils, Sun Lingtong and the young guest Unlike Ning Zhuo said goodbye.

Unlike Ning Zhuo's voice was hoarse, his expression indifferent: "Boss Sun, this time it's thanks to your help. I'll keep this favor in my heart."

Sun Lingtong laughed: "Hey, brother, will you consider my previous proposal again?"

"Join the Kong Sect?" Unlike Ning Zhuo shook his head, "I have no interest."

In Unlike Ning Zhuo's view: He is of the Ning family, he is of the righteous path, and he is plotting for the Molten Lava Xian Gong; why would he throw himself into the demonic path when he's living a good life?

Although strictly speaking, the Kong Sect cannot be counted as a demonic sect, it is definitely an evil sect.

Sun Lingtong also shook his head: "But you are just suitable to join my sect."

This remark made Unlike Ning Zhuo's heart move slightly.

He associated it with his speculation in the Molten Lava Xian Gong; he very likely hid a talent, and this talent was superior to early wisdom.

Unlike Ning Zhuo probed: "I heard that the Kong Sect likes to recruit cultivation seeds that possess hand talents. For example, Stealing Fragrance and Jade Hand, Void Displacement Hand, Flowing Light Weaving Shadow Hand, Seven-Craft Hand, Piercing Cloud Hand, etc."

"Could it be that I possess this kind of talent, which is why Boss Sun has always valued me?"

Sun Lingtong shook his head: "I'm not the reception elder in the sect; how could I see it?"

"I think your nature is naturally that of a demonic path person."

Unlike Ning Zhuo's tone sank: "Don't make such jokes in the future."

Sun Lingtong stared and shouted: "Don't disbelieve me; this pair of eyes of mine is the most accurate at looking at people."

"Enough." Unlike Ning Zhuo interrupted.

Sun Lingtong said "Heh": "Fine. How should we handle these stolen pills?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo said: "Capturing Han Ming alive is my true goal. These pills are hot to the touch; let's just dispose of them all."

"I don't believe that Sun Lie wouldn't play tricks on the pills after being spied on by Han Ming many times."

Sun Lingtong gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are as cautious as ever. However, is it a pity to dispose of them all?"

"According to the methods of my Kong Sect, as long as you give me a period of time to test them, even the most hidden backhands can be detected."

"After all, that Sun Lie is only at the peak of Foundation Establishment."

Unlike Ning Zhuo shook his head: "I strongly advise against you doing this."

"This time, we accidentally ran into Meng Chong. He is the grandson of a Nascent Soul cultivator; our actions are very likely to be interpreted as a plot against Meng Chong."

"I'm afraid that by now, Seeing Fei Si has already started investigating us."

"Time is tight; it doesn't allow you to test them slowly. Being careful is as it should be; dispose of all these pills immediately!" Unlike Ning Zhuo emphasized again.

Sun Lingtong patted his chest and nodded: "You're right; I still want to continue staying in Fire Persimmon Immortal City."

"It's just, how should we dispose of them?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo snorted coldly: "Isn't that simple? Just throw them directly into the Fire Persimmon Forest."

Sun Lingtong was stunned, then his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands in praise: "Wonderful, wonderful, truly wonderful!"

Saying goodbye to Sun Lingtong, Unlike Ning Zhuo took the spoils and returned to the underground base.

In the dark underground prison.

A basin of cold water was splashed onto Han Ming's face.

Han Ming lowered her head, her eyes tightly closed, not moving.

The young guest Unlike Ning Zhuo let out a hoarse cold laugh: "Stop pretending, Han Ming. You already regained consciousness half a cup of tea ago."

Han Ming gritted her teeth, suddenly opened her eyes, and her murderous intent and hatred were undisguised: "You actually dared to play dirty!"

"I am a disciple of the Soul-Eater Sect; if you want to kill me, think about the consequences!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo sighed in his heart: He wanted to hide himself, work hard in secret, and conquer the Molten Lava Xian Gong; he hadn't thought about offending a major demonic sect.

But there was no other way.

In his current predicament, he could only bite the bullet and move forward; taking a step back—no, being even a little slower—meant an abyss, a point of no return.

"Even a rabbit will bite when pushed to the limit, let alone a person."

There was no need to pour out the helplessness in his heart.

Unlike Ning Zhuo looked at Han Ming, staring at her quietly.

Han Ming felt her hair stand on end from being stared at by Unlike Ning Zhuo.

She gradually misunderstood, her expression softened, and she put on a weak posture of having no choice but to compromise in order to survive: "Fine, I admit defeat this time. If you let me go, I promise to do anything for you." ===== CHAPTER 51 =====