Chapter 441
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The store was about 30 meters wide, and the shelves were filled with scrolls, bamboo slips, jade slips, and other ancient books.
The shopkeeper was a shrewd-looking middle-aged man who was in the tenth level of Qi Refining.
"Hi, Senior, what do you want to buy?" The middle-aged man greeted Wang Changsheng with a smile as soon as he walked in.
"I want to buy a map of Purple Flame Province. Do you have it here?" Wang Changsheng asked calmly.
"Of course. It costs 20 spiritual stones." The middle-aged man answered and picked up a HSe jade slip from the shelf. He handed it to Wang Changsheng respectfully.
Wang Changsheng took the jade slip and stuck it between his eyebrows. He took it off after a few moments. He rolled his eyes and asked, "By the way, I heard that Fairy Biyao from the Purple Flame Sect is a great beauty. Have you seen her before?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked around. After confirming that no one was nearby, he said in a low voice, "Hehe, to be honest with you, I've seen her before. Fairy Biyao is so beautiful that even the moon and flowers would be put to shame. I even have a portrait of her!"
"Do you have the portrait with you?" Wang Changsheng asked.
"Well …" The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed.
"Give me the portrait of Fairy Biyao, and this is yours." Wang Changsheng took out a middle-tier spiritual stone and said in a seductive tone.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He hesitated for a while and said, "I can sell the portrait of Fairy Biyao to you, but I hope you can keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone that you got it from me."
"No problem." Wang Changsheng agreed and stuffed the middle-tier spiritual stone into the middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man was delighted. He put away the middle-tier spiritual stone and took out a scroll painting from his storage bag. He handed it to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng took the scroll painting and turned to leave.
Wang Changsheng found an inn and stayed for the time being.
After closing the door, he opened the scroll painting. On the painting was a young woman wearing a green palace dress. The young woman's facial features were delicate and pretty. She had a small mouth and skin as white as snow. She was indeed a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, Wang Changsheng still wanted to ruthlessly destroy her.
To be honest, when Wang Changsheng first entered the Dark Corpse Sect, he couldn't do such a thing. But now, he was used to it. Killing people was as easy as breathing for him. He didn't have the slightest burden in his heart.
Evil cultivators paid attention to following their hearts, and he was becoming a qualified evil cultivator.
Wang Changsheng secretly memorized the woman's appearance. Then, he put away the scroll and pushed open the door to leave.
The Purple Cloud Pavilion was a teahouse, close to the entrance of the market.
Wang Changsheng sat down at a table near the street on the second floor of Ziyun Pavilion. He held a teacup in his hand and took a sip from time to time. His eyes quickly swept past the cultivators entering the market.
Two months had passed. Wang Changsheng went to Ziyun Pavilion every day to drink tea. He would sit for the whole day, but he didn't see the figure of Fairy Biyao.
Wang Changsheng gradually lost his patience. He wondered if he should control a Purple Flame Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator to lure Fairy Biyao out.
"Wang Daoyou, what a coincidence!" A familiar woman's voice interrupted Wang Changsheng's thoughts.
Wang Changsheng frowned and turned to look at the voice. He saw Mu Xiaoyao looking at him with a smile.
Mu Xiaoyao also restrained her aura. She looked like she was only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
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