Bi Changchun glanced at him indifferently and said, "The Demon King of Swords created the Demon King of Demons. Some things about him have been passed down from generation to generation by the torture envoys and will not be disclosed to outsiders. You had the chance to know, but you gave it up. Even so, I can give you another chance. If you swear to take over as the next Torturer, I'll tell you without you even asking. Do you really want to know? "
"Uh …" Nongzhu, who was dawdling and acting shamelessly, was stunned. His face twitched for a while before he shrank back and said embarrassedly, "I just asked casually. It's fine if you don't want to tell me, but you don't have to be so serious."
"Don't you want to know?" Bi Changchun snorted and said, "I trust the judgment of the former torture envoy."
Nongzhu waved his hand and said, "Forget it. That old thing makes me nervous. You'd better tell your precious disciple."
It was not worth it for him to put on the shackles of the Demon King of Demons for a secret that had nothing to do with him. He lived a carefree life now. He could eat, sleep, leave, and stay as he pleased. The world was big, and he could do whatever he wanted.
"Go early and come back early!" Bi Changchun said coldly. He was urging him to hurry up and stop dawdling.
"Humph!" Nongzhu got up unhappily and said while pulling his clothes, "It's my bad luck to meet you. You always order me around. I just want to ask you a question! You can go by yourself. Why do you always ask me to pass the message? "
Although he said so, he also knew that if Bi Changchun showed up in all the countries to look for someone, it would be a little too noisy. This guy didn't show up easily. Once he did, he would shock the world and make all the practitioners panic. Those who didn't know would think that something big was going to happen again. There was no other way. He was so famous!
Walking to the door, Nongzhu suddenly turned around and asked, "According to the news from Wen Lanfeng recently, Yue Qianchou is making more and more trouble. Aren't you afraid that he won't be able to clean up the mess?"
"There's nothing bad about it. The bigger the trouble, the better. If it was too quiet, it would create trouble for him. Let him get used to it, then I can leave in peace, "Bi Changchun said calmly.
"Uh …" Nongzhu was dumbfounded. She really wanted to call him a lunatic. It turned out that this old thing really let his apprentice do whatever she wanted. For the growth of his apprentice, he used the whole cultivation world as a whetstone.
His mood had fluctuated too much today, and he didn't want to be agitated anymore. Nongzhu flashed outside and went to the sound transmission formation left by Ancestor Nan Ming. After sending a message to Wen Lanfeng, she quickly flew away …
In the sacred land of Bi Wan Nation, ancient trees covered the sky densely. In the depths of the jungle, the surface of the Heart Cleansing Lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. From time to time, various kinds of birds would fly past. There were many pavilions and buildings by the lake, and the morning mist curled up like smoke. It was like a fairyland on earth.
This was the place where the literati of Bi Wan Kingdom used to entertain their guests. Occasionally, there would be people walking back and forth between the pavilions. There were also cultivators in groups of three to five who were chatting together. From time to time, people would descend from the sky. Most of them rejected the disciples sent by the Wen Family to attract the guests and joined the crowd of cultivators to chat.
At this moment, the sound of someone flying through the air could be heard. From the sound, it didn't sound like an ordinary expert. Everyone looked up. As soon as they looked up, they saw an old man in a black robe stopping in mid-air. He laughed and said, "Brother Changshou, I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me."
The person was Yin Baikang. Many people greeted him, but many turned their heads away in disgust.
Below, there were four people standing on a stand that extended to the lake. Compared to other places, this stand was bigger, but there were fewer people. There was no other reason than that the four people below were the top ten experts in the cultivation world. They were all experts in the late Soul Formation stage.
Cultivators had their own circles, and it was difficult for those who were not of a high enough level to gather together. Just like in the secular world, the top figures' levels were too high, and they didn't have a common language with those of a lower level. Small figures couldn't afford to play with them.
"Yin Baikang, you're late!" The grey-robed old man leaning against the railing glanced at him. This person was the Lord of the Eastern Nation, the Palace Master of the Heavenly Peak Cloud Palace, Hu Changshou.
Yin Baikang landed beside him with a string of shadows. Just as he was about to speak, someone laughed and said, "Yin Baikang, you look good!"
Yin Baikang turned around and glanced at the three people standing a few meters away. He cupped his fists indifferently and said, "Pei Fang, Ou Yangda, Qi Jiujun, long time no see!"
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. It was a smile that harbored evil intentions. A fat man in blue slowly moved towards Yin Baikang. He was plump and round, and his face was covered in grease. He looked like a rich landlord. This person was the Lord of the Thousand Joy Nation, a late Soul Formation stage expert, Pei Fang.
He nodded solemnly and said, "It has been a long time. I heard that your grandson was kidnapped, so I wanted to meet you and tell you to restrain your grief. Who knew that you were really willing to take out 300 million high-grade spirit stones to ransom him. This Pei is very surprised! As expected of the boss behind the World Chamber of Commerce, you're very rich! "
The two of them stood together. They were about the same height, but one was fat and the other was thin. The difference in size was too great. Yin Baikang narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Fatty Pei, you were lucky to escape last time. Do you want to fight again today?"
"What do you mean by lucky to escape? Last time, it was your Fatty Grandpa who had an urgent matter and left first. What? You want to fight again here? " Pei Fang looked around and the fat on his face shook. He clicked his tongue and said, "I don't mind, I can accompany you anytime. But this place is beautiful and it's Wen Lanfeng's territory. I'm afraid you don't have the guts! "
"Fatty Pei, you're not afraid, do you think I am? If you dare come, I'll accept." Yin Baikang retorted. At this time, the lords of the surrounding countries were watching. Even if they were afraid of Wen Lanfeng, they couldn't lose in a verbal argument in public. Otherwise, they would lose face.
Ou Yangda and Qi Jiujun looked at each other and slowly walked to the left and right of Pei Fang. The former said indifferently, "It's better to have fun together than to have fun alone. If you two don't mind, let us join in!"
"That's right!" Qi Jiujun, who was wearing a golden robe, agreed.
He was the lord of Nine Thais, and the former was the lord of Great Liao. Both of them were late Soul Formation experts, and they were in the same group as Pei Fang. Their words were pleasant to the ear, and they seemed to be joining in the fun. But the surrounding people could see that their intention was obvious. They wanted to beat Yin Baikang up with three people.
Yin Baikang laughed and turned around. "Brother Changshou, it's rare to have a fun time!" His tone was meaningful.
Hu Changshou, who was facing the Heart Cleansing Lake with his hands behind his back, said without turning his head, "Since it's a fun time, the more the merrier. Count me in."
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