The old man from the Sacred Spirit Trading Company had been in contact with Ye Qinghan for a long time and was already an old acquaintance. When he proposed to let Ye Qinghan go to the Sacred Spirit Trading Company, his eyes clearly flashed with a trace of evasiveness.
Ye Qinghan still had the ability to observe people's expressions. That trace of evasiveness didn't escape his eyes. How could Sword 13, Magic God Demon Senior, and Zhang Yingshi be simple characters? No matter how well that strange look was concealed, it couldn't escape their eyes!
"What's there to go? Just state the price. If we can accept it, then send it over. Don't waste time going back and forth? "Magic God Demon Senior asked coldly.
"Cough cough … Senior, it's the seller's request. He wants to discuss the price with City Lord Ye face to face. Otherwise, he won't sell. We're just collecting a middleman's fee. We can't interfere with the other party's request." The old man replied awkwardly.
Sword 13 felt a trace of conspiracy and transmitted a message, "Brother, I'm afraid there's a problem with the seller's origin."
* Huff … *
Ye Qinghan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. There was no room for bargaining now. With only 50 years of life, it would take him 20 to 30 years to reach the Sacred Spirit Trading Company. Moreover, this time could only be shortened by constant travel through the transmission array.
"I don't have time. If the seller wants to meet me, then I have to go. Even if the Lord of Hell is waiting for me at the Sacred Spirit Trading Company, I have to meet him!" Ye Qinghan said firmly.
When Magic God Demon Senior heard this, he immediately became angry. If Ye Qinghan went, then he would definitely bring him along. He was a dignified half-step Eternal Full Circle expert. How could he follow a little rookie around every day?
"This father has already said that I won't go with you!" Magic God Demon Senior angrily reminded.
Ye Qinghan shrugged and said helplessly, "Senior, you're the strongest among us. If you don't accompany us and something happens to us, then in order to survive, you know …"
Zhang Yingshi and Magic God Demon Senior's mouths twitched. They both wanted to slap Ye Qinghan. This guy was obviously threatening them!
Jian Shisan, on the other hand, really wanted to make a trip to the Sacred Spirit Trading Company. It was a good opportunity to explore and settle down in his own realm. Staying in the underground palace for a long time would only affect his mental state, and it would be difficult for his cultivation to increase.
As for Zhang Yingshi and Fashen Demon Lord, they didn't need to go out and train anymore. After so many years of accumulation, it was enough for them to cultivate bitterly in the underground palace. Therefore, they were extremely unhappy.
"You've already waited for thousands of years. Do you still care about another hundred years?" Ye Qinghan raised his eyebrows and boasted shamelessly, "I'm a fifth-grade Saint Alchemy Master after all. As long as I recover my vitality and have the opportunity to become a sixteenth-grade Saint Alchemy Master, I can also refine the pills you need. It's better than begging an Saint Alchemy Master. An Saint Alchemy Master isn't someone you can meet whenever you want, right?"
Magic God Demon Lord took a deep breath and his hands trembled. He could no longer tolerate Ye Qinghan.
"Seniors, I am in favor of making a trip to the headquarters of the Sacred Spirit Trading Company. There is a large auction house in the headquarters of the trading company, and there are supreme treasures of all levels there. If you are willing to go, Brother Ye and I are willing to pay five million faith coins as offerings to the two of you. You can buy some useful divine treasures. Just take it as us sponsoring your trip, right?" Jian Shisan strongly supported Ye Qinghan and earnestly advised.
Once money was mentioned, Magic God Demon Lord became even angrier. He roared, "Son of a bitch, your money is mine! I've managed the Heaven Suppressing Palace to such a state and you're taking it away from me just like that! You're really pissing me off!"
Ye Qinghan smiled awkwardly and quickly comforted, "Senior, please don't be angry. We'll pay for whatever materials you need. What's ours is yours."
Seeing Ye Qinghan being so humble, Magic God Demon Lord couldn't vent his anger and could only hold it in.
Zhang Yingshi sneered and secretly transmitted his voice to Magic God Demon Lord, "If we're all gone, who will guard the underground palace? It won't do if there's no expert here! "
Ye Qinghan's eyes flashed and he said calmly, "I have a disciple who is an expert in the Sword Dao. He's extremely talented and I'll leave him to guard the underground palace. Ordinary people will definitely die if they enter."
At this moment, Jian Shisan was a little reluctant. The more people who knew about the underground palace, the more dangerous it would be!
Ye Qinghan swore, "I know my disciple very well. He won't betray me. Furthermore, his talent in the Sword Dao is really good. Who knows, he might be able to learn something in a hundred years. By then, won't we be able to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor?"
Magic God Demon Lord was in disbelief. Was his talent not good enough? He spent a few thousand years studying but he didn't learn anything. How could a brat who was still wet behind the ears learn the Saint Profound Mystery in a hundred years?
Ye Qinghan waved his hand and ordered the housekeeper to summon Lin Wutian over.
Lin Wutian was currently comprehending Graceful Sword. At this moment, he was drunk, crazy, and demonic. He was dancing with his sword in the courtyard. His sword aura was terrifying and the sound of space being torn apart could be heard.
His sword aura was tyrannical and his killing intent was overflowing. Everyone in the main hall was alarmed. They all stood up and headed towards Ye Qinghan's study courtyard.
Xiu — —
Lin Wutian became one with his sword. Standing there, he achieved the true Graceful Sword. Jian Shisan felt his hair stand on end. The sword intent was too pure. Lin Wutian was only at the pinnacle of sector lord level 6 but he was actually on par with him, a sector lord at the peak of level 9!
Hua!!!
Lin Wutian's sword was like a rainbow slashing through the sky, piercing towards the four people at the door.
Hua!!!
Si si si!!
Space was torn apart. The rainbow light broke through mountains and rivers. It was so dazzling that people couldn't even open their eyes. Its speed was as fast as lightning.
Boom!!!
Fashen Demon Ancestor's sharp claws were like divine weapons. His thumb and index finger intertwined and pinched the divine sword in Lin Wutian's hand.
Lin Wutian seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. The sword in his hand couldn't move forward or backward. He had no choice but to wake up. Looking at his sword being pinched by someone's fingers, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Fashen Demon Ancestor was also shocked. He felt a piercing pain in his hand as if it was being torn apart by the sword qi!
Peng!!!
Fashen Demon Ancestor's energy leaked out. He slapped Lin Wutian back, causing him to fly back more than ten steps.
"Greetings, second master. Greetings, seniors!" Lin Wutian bowed respectfully.
"Graceful Sword? You cultivated it last night? "Ye Qinghan asked in surprise.
Lin Wutian then remembered that he didn't ask for Ye Qinghan's permission. He hurriedly knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Second master, I loved this sword technique so much that I couldn't put it down. I cultivated it without your permission. Please punish me."
"Get up quickly. I discovered this sword technique by accident. I left it for you guys." Ye Qinghan quickly helped Lin Wutian up and said with satisfaction, "Not bad. You can display this sword technique to such an extent in just one night. You are indeed my disciple!"
Lin Wutian laughed and scratched his head. "I haven't even comprehended a thousandth of the essence of this sword technique. This senior actually pinched it with two fingers."
Fashen Demon Ancestor was already going crazy. He felt that his luck was starting to run out after meeting Ye Qinghan. He was a dignified Eternal great perfection realm expert. Even a Sector Lord ninth level expert might not be able to make him feel pain. This little brat was able to make him feel a tearing pain and he was still not satisfied!
"Hmph! Who do you think you are? Even if your master stabbed me, he wouldn't be able to make me retreat half a step. He wouldn't even be able to make me feel pain! "Fashen Demon Ancestor snorted coldly.
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