Chapter 152

Then he shifted the topic.

"I wonder if the Qinglong Society sells information?"

"What information do you want to know?"

Ximen Wudi's brow lifted slightly, a hint of interest stirring.

"Three pieces of information."

"First, the details of the assassin who killed the Sui Emperor, and the force behind them!"

"Second, where is Ling Donglai now?"

"Third, what cultivation realm is your Great Dragon Head currently at, and where are they?"

Almost without hesitation.

Lord Chuan Ying stated his questions directly.

Hearing this.

A barely perceptible smile flashed through Ximen Wudi's eyes.

Of the three questions, only the one about Ling Donglai could be considered normal.

The other two, no matter how you listened, sounded a little strange.

Setting aside the fact that the Great Dragon Head himself was standing right before him.

Just the act of buying information on the Qinglong Society's Great Dragon Head from the Qinglong Society was absurd enough.

Not to mention, also purchasing from the Qinglong Society the news of the assassination of Sui Emperor Yang Guang!

Had he never considered that the assassin and the force behind them might actually be the Qinglong Society?!

Off to the side.

Whether it was Jiang Yuyan, or Miss Baoqin and Lu Linxuan.

Or the four sword attendants Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju.

All of them were left somewhat helplessly amused by Lord Chuan Ying's baffling questions.

The looks they gave him were all the more strange.

This fellow, surely he hadn't gone stupid from practicing martial arts?!

091-Ximen Wudi: The Qinglong Society has no use for trash! (asking for subscriptions)

Taking note of their reactions.

Lord Chuan Ying frowned in utter bewilderment.

He then turned his gaze to Ximen Wudi, waiting for his answer.

"The price?"

He didn't have to wait long.

Ximen Wudi spoke slowly.

Only, at some unknown moment.

A playful curve had crept onto his lips.

A hint of mockery glinted in his eyes.

"One thousand-year spiritual herb!"

Lord Chuan Ying answered in a low voice.

Long before, on the road here.

He had already decided what price he was willing to pay.

Though at the time, the most he had thought of offering was a five-hundred-year spiritual herb.

It was only upon seeing Ximen Wudi.

That thought vanished without a trace.

In his heart, he silently bumped the age up to a thousand years.

To show his sincerity.

Likewise.

It was also out of respect for the Qinglong Society.

After all, if even a single 'high-ranking member' of the Qinglong Society before him was this terrifying.

Then just how outrageous must the entire Qinglong Society be?!

Faced with such a force.

Even someone as arrogant as he still chose to treat them with caution.

Off to the side.

Like a crowd of onlookers gawking at a spectacle, Huang Yaoshi and his daughter.

Upon hearing this.

Could not help but be inwardly shocked.

Among which.

Some of it was shock at Lord Chuan Ying's lavish offer and the steep price of the Qinglong Society's information.

But more of it was fear of Ximen Wudi, this 'high-ranking member' of the Qinglong Society.

They had not forgotten.

That they (their daughter) had just offended the other party.

And the Qinglong Society's way of doing things had always been utterly bloody.

Therefore.

Naturally, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

But at this moment.

None of the crowd had any spare attention to spare for them.

Instead, every single one of them focused their attention on Ximen Wudi.

"Not enough!"

Ximen Wudi shook his head with an indifferent expression.

His tone was inexplicably relaxed.

It seemed that the thousand-year spiritual medicine, which other martial artists might consider once-in-a-lifetime unattainable,

was nothing rare in his eyes.

In fact, that really was the case.

With the System backing him,

over the years the good stuff he'd gotten from signing in had long since piled up beyond count.

Among them, existences far superior to thousand-year spiritual medicine were also beyond counting!

Even more,

if he were to let just a little bit slip through his fingers,

it would be enough to stir up a storm of blood and carnage across the Nine Provinces Continent!

In such a case,

if there were any ripples, that would be the real ghost!

"Two stalks of thousand-year spiritual medicine!"

Lord Chuan Ying's brow furrowed slightly as he offered a price once more.

Behind him,

Li Gong and Han Gongdu and the others' expressions shifted subtly, looking as though they wanted to speak but held back.

It was only because Lord Chuan Ying hadn't spoken that they didn't open their mouths.

But the looks they cast toward Ximen Wudi

had already subtly grown somewhat unfriendly.

"Still not enough!"

Ximen Wudi shook his head once more.

Not even the slightest ripple stirred across his expression.

As if what had been added wasn't thousand-year spiritual medicine.