When the pretty girl spoke, she was not only in high spirits. The way she looked at Zong Shou was also unusually passionate. It was like Zong Shou was already hers.
"If you agree, I might not be able to help you get the position of Gantian Mountain Monster king. However, before you become a 6 meridian Martial Ancestor, I will kill whoever dares to kill you! "
Yin Yang was even more wary, taking in a deep breath, "Cauldron energy seed? May I ask if you are from the Xuanshui Demon Sect or the Yuan Demon Temple? Or are you from the Tan Mountain Nightmare … "
"It is the Tan Mountain Seven Spirit Sect, the Beautiful Demon Sect that you all speak of!"
The girl proudly raised her chin, viciously staring at Yin Yang, like she was unhappy with the word 'demon' that came out of his mouth.
"I don't change my name or surname. Seven Spirit Sect's top disciple Zhao Yanran is under orders from my master to search for the seed! "
Yin Yang smiled bitterly, but his eyes were cold, without any warmth. "So, Miss Yanran is preparing to practice your sect's Mysterious Demon Embryo Nurturing Method in order to break through to the Sky Realm in one fell swoop? However, I heard that your sect's technique usually results in either death or injury. Even if the person with the seed survives, their cultivation will be destroyed. There are no exceptions … "
"Naturally! The ancestor's legacy records have long ago. The life and death ratio between the person who planted the seed and the cauldron energy seed is seventy to thirty. However, until now, only one cauldron was able to survive. There are many similar techniques in the world, which sect isn't like that? However, what other choice do you have now? "
As she said that, Zhao Yanran glanced at Zong Shou, "If you accept my seed, your dual meridian body can be suppressed before the Ancestor Realm! Be it martial techniques or spiritual techniques, they can all improve by leaps and bounds. If you aren't willing, I will kill you now. My seed was personally refined from twelve Illusionary Flame Lotus seeds that my master obtained from thirty thousand feet underground. It naturally contains pure Illusionary Flame Vengeful Power. Once it is planted, it can open up seven meridians within half a year. The choice is entirely up to you! "
Chu Xue furrowed her brows and felt a chill run down her spine. Zhao Yanran didn't seem to have any pity for other people's lives. She treated it as a normal thing. When it came to killing people, his tone was terrifyingly calm.
Thinking back to the few warriors who died in the wolf pack, it was actually just a show. She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. She unconsciously took a step closer to Zong Shou.
She wasn't afraid of killing people, but she was a little afraid of this woman.
He was, after all, a figure from the Devil Sect. Whether it was his temperament or his methods, they were both frighteningly strange.
Just as he felt that the chill was about to seep into his bones. Zong Shou patted her shoulder, and Chu Xue immediately felt her body warm up. Only then did she realize that she had been unknowingly captured by this woman's spirit. Then, he saw the young man beside him say with an indifferent expression, "Choose me as your cauldron? Has Miss Yanran really thought it through? Aren't you afraid that in the future, your many years of hard work will be taken away by me? "
When Zhao Yanran heard that, she scoffed coldly, "Be it the martial path or the cultivation of the spirit technique, they all focus on not being afraid. I get 70% and you get 30%. It's just life or death. How could there be so much fear and trepidation? It would be best if you win, but it doesn't matter if you lose. Zong Shou, you are the most talented person I have seen in these sixteen years. Unfortunately, due to the restrictions of your bloodline, you won't be able to achieve anything in your life. If I can't even win against a piece of trash like you, then I deserve it! Anyways, the more outstanding you are, the happier I, Zhao Yanran, will be! "
"The more outstanding you are, the happier you will be? Keke, an energy core refined from the Illusionary Flame Lotus, to speak the truth, I am a little tempted. "
Zong Shou smiled. In the next moment, his face turned cold, "If you are done, then scram!"
To say that he was tempted wasn't a lie. The Illusionary Flame Lotus was indeed a good thing. Charging into the Mythic Master Realm was a huge temptation.
Even without the help of others, he had a ninety-nine percent confidence that he would be able to devour the owner of the seed.
However, the moment he used the Mysterious Demon Seed Raising Technique and the Illusionary Flame Lotus, it would be the same as sealing his future path.
Based on what he knew, the seed was more or less in conflict with his Energy Swallowing Technique.
More importantly, he was annoyed by the craziness of this girl. That slightly arrogant attitude, that arrogant tone, that attitude of everything being under her control, all made him really annoyed …
Chu Xue felt fortunate, her hand pressing on her sword as she stared warily at Zhao Yanran. The sword claw on her left hand also opened up slightly.
Zhao Yanran was startled, looking at Zong Shou in disbelief. She didn't expect that her suggestion would be rejected. Hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yanran didn't directly kill him. Her brows furrowed, "Why did you reject? Zong Shou, with how vicious you were when you killed that spirit master, you shouldn't have rejected. But my conditions aren't enough? Or are you just a coward? No, if that's the case, then all the more you should agree … "
Zong Shou laughed coldly and didn't speak. He was too lazy to explain. Anyways, a battle was unavoidable today. His gaze was deep as he looked at this girl's injuries.
The poison that he made wasn't strong, but it was penetrating. However, it was extremely permeable. Once infected, it would be like gangrene attached to the bone, extremely difficult to expel.
Even for a Xiantian Martial Master, this fifteen minutes should be enough for them to take effect.
Even if only Yin Yang, a Grade Eight Mythic Master, had the ability to go up against Zhao Yanran. They still had a chance of winning today's battle.
Their chances of winning were about ninety to one. Zhao Yanran ninety percent while the three of them only had one.
Zhao Yanran muttered to herself for a moment, her expression slowly calming down. Not only didn't she attack, but she smiled, "Are you willing or not? Let's talk after you hear me play a song …"
He actually took out a few bamboo flutes of different shapes and materials from his waist. Then, like she was having a tough time choosing, her expression was really serious as her eyes scanned the few flutes.
"Which one should I choose?"
Zong Shou's brows furrowed. Just one look and he knew that this person was an expert in music. The same Xiao song could produce a different flavor if played with a different Xiao. The iron flute was thick, the bamboo flute was ethereal, the jade flute was crisp, each had their own specialties.
Based on what he knew, this so-called Tan Mountain Seven Spirit Sect had passed down several music techniques since ancient times, using music to hurt people.
With just a slight thought, he guessed what this girl was planning. Zong Shou looked down and directly smiled, "Miss Yanran, if you can't find a suitable flute, you can't find a suitable one. I do have one here. I guarantee that you will be satisfied! "
Chu Xue was startled, thinking to herself, when did they bring such things with them? She and Yin Yang were focused on improving their martial arts. As for the young master himself, he had never touched one before.
A moment later, she finally came back to her senses and realized something. Her face instantly flushed red as she spat out, scolding Zong Shou in her heart for being so despicable.
Zhao Yanran didn't notice at all, using just a moment to pick up one of the jade flutes. Her expression was really serious as she placed the mouthpiece by her lips.
When the flute started, it was cold and ethereal, but it was also like a broken thread, weak and endless.
Yin Yang and Chu Xue were both wary. However, after listening for a moment, they couldn't help but fall into a trance.
Gradually, her voice sounded like sobbing, causing one to subconsciously feel sorrowful.
Zong Shou was the weakest out of the three of them, but he was smiling casually. In his sleeves, a black cloud pattern flying knife appeared and disappeared.
He thought that he wouldn't be tempted by this flute sound. However, a moment later, the memories in his mind suddenly flooded over. He was totally caught off guard as his mind was immersed within.
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