There were a total of six people from Hell, with Revered Dream in the middle. It seemed that his cultivation should be ranked in the middle.
Only Revered Dream did not wear a bamboo hat. The others were very mysterious, but the people of Holy Spirit Trading Company still knew their identities.
"Lord Mozi, we've done what you asked. The rest is the deal between you. However, when you fight, I hope you can leave Holy City. Otherwise, we won't be able to explain it to Myriad Spirits. If the old ancestor gets angry, none of you can escape." The Third Elder, who was the leader of the six people, said lightly.
Standing in front of the Hell experts was Mozi, the third disciple of the Lord of Hell. He was at the middle half-step Eternal Realm, which should be comparable to Sacred Chess Venerable. However, he was not as strong as Zhang Yingshi, Sword Venerable Lord, or Magic God Demon Venerable.
"This old man knows. You don't have to worry." Mozi was expressionless and said coldly.
The Third Elder laughed and gestured with his hand. "We'll arrange for you to stay in the Holy City's Heavenly Chant Hall branch. It's suitable for talking. My Holy Spirit Trading Company will not interfere with the deal between you. I think you can control yourself there."
Hidden under the bamboo hat, Mozi still did not refute. He reached out and said, "Please lead the way. If this matter is done well, I'll pay you another part of the reward."
The Third Elder led the six Hell experts to the east of the city alone.
The Heaven's Chant Dojo's branch was built in the most prosperous eastern district. Experts were as common as clouds, and there were countless beauties there. The Heaven's Chant Dojo was the place where many overlords would rest when passing by. It involved inns, hotels, and romantic affairs, causing people to linger and forget to return.
Ye Qinghan and Jian Shisan were rushing to the Holy Spirit Trading Company's headquarters. Halfway there, the people of the trading company came up to them.
"Lords, the other party asked to discuss the price of the Reincarnation Dao Fruit in the Heavenly Chant Hall, so please go straight to the Heavenly Chant Hall." A middle-aged man dressed in embroidered clothes quickly walked out of a shop, and reminded with a respectful look on his face.
Ye Qinghan and Jian Shisan looked at each other and said, "The other party set the location at the Heavenly Chant Hall. It seems that they don't want to fight, at least not in the city. However, we can't let our guard down."
The two were still vigilant and turned to the Heavenly Chant Hall in the eastern district.
The flourishing district was filled with a sea of people. Ye Qinghan and Jian Shisan, these dragons and phoenixes among people, had become passersby here. No one would pay too much attention to them.
The divine bird had an imposing appearance as it stood on Ye Qinghan's shoulder. It attracted a lot of attention. Humans were inferior to birds!
The Heavenly Chant Dojo occupied a large area of land and operated businesses in various major industries. It was far more profitable than the Heavenly Chant Dojo in other places.
Ye Qinghan's eyes were like torches as he scanned his surroundings, not missing a single detail. However, he did not discover any ambush.
The two of them were led all the way to the top floor of the Heavenly Chant Mansion. It was a large hall that was nearly a hundred meters above the ground. The hall was completely made of transparent spiritual jade. There were six black-clothed people sitting inside, surrounding a round table. The Third Elder of the Sacred Spirit Trading Company was beside them, waiting for Ye Qinghan's arrival.
Dong dong dong!
The sound of footsteps slowly approached the top floor. Senior Dream's face was gloomy as he raised his head to look at the door.
The Third Elder hurriedly got up and opened the door. Who else could it be but Ye Qinghan and Jian Shisan?
Ye Qinghan stared at Senior Dream at first glance. He had met this old acquaintance again.
Jian Shisan looked at Ye Qinghan and the two of them nodded at the same time. Since they were here, there was no need to be afraid or hide.
The Third Elder smiled and said respectfully, "Thirteenth Master, you don't need to go in. The seller said that he will only discuss the price with Ye Qinghan."
Ye Qinghan said, "Brother Shisan, wait for me outside. No one will make a move here. I don't think they will be so stupid as to offend the Heavenly Chant Dojo for me."
"Be careful. If anything happens, make some noise and I will come out to save you." Jian Shisan said firmly.
Ye Qinghan nodded and stepped into the hall alone.
Mo Zi was dressed in black and the light shone through the black veil bamboo hat. He stared at Ye Qinghan and said with a hoarse and deep voice, "You are Ye Qinghan. You are indeed a dragon among men. No wonder you could escape the pursuit of Senior Dream and so many others."
Ye Qinghan bowed humbly and cupped his fists, "Greetings to the senior from hell. This junior did not mean to provoke hell's order. Please forgive me for my previous mistakes."
"Whether you forgive me or not is my master's business. You have not only destroyed my master's face, you have also destroyed hell's order. If you do not die, where will hell's order exist? You should know that hell will not forgive you, but you still came here. You must have been severely injured last time and had no choice but to come here to find life-saving medicine, right? "Mo Zi stared at Ye Qinghan. He felt that Ye Qinghan's injuries were not as serious as he had imagined.
Ye Qinghan smiled and sat across from everyone, "Senior, actually, the Reincarnation Dao Fruit is not the main reason I came here. The main reason is to reconcile with all of you. Hell is vast and is not something a junior like me can contend against. Senior, please give this junior a clear indication. What will it take for you to spare me?"
"I will give you a chance to live. Commit suicide and let hell give the world an explanation. This old man will take your soul to hell to reincarnate. After many years, you can still recover your memories. You will still be you. It will be the best of both worlds." Mo Zi ordered forcefully.
Ye Qinghan was a selfish person and a person with an extremely low sense of security. He would not believe anyone, especially hell.
Ye Qinghan shook his head firmly and said, "Senior, forgive me for not being able to comply. It is more appropriate for me to put my life in my own hands."
Bang!
Meng Zun was furious. He slammed the table and stood up, "Ye Qinghan, don't be so shameless. I gave you a chance and you don't want it. Could it be that you want to escape from Lord Saint's hands?"
Ye Qinghan looked at Meng Zun indifferently. He did not reply. Instead, he turned to look at Mo Zi.
Mo Zi glanced at Meng Zun coldly. Meng Zun quickly shut his mouth and sat down.
The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. Ye Qinghan and Mo Zi looked at each other. The will in their eyes grew stronger and stronger. Their auras kept rising. Both wanted to rely on their will and aura to crush the other.
A Sacred Son was a Sacred Son after all. A half-step Eternal Expert was much stronger than a ninth-level Realm Lord. Mo Zi had underestimated Ye Qinghan's willpower and courage.
Weng Weng —
Ye Qinghan clenched his fists. His forehead was covered in bean-sized sweat. His eyes flashed with blue demon fire. His palms emitted divine light as he resisted Mo Zi's will.
"I will not change! Senior, if you have a second method, you can tell me directly. "Ye Qinghan gritted his teeth and said firmly.
Mo Zi took off his bamboo hat. His chiseled face was very dignified. He looked around 40 years old. This might was like a natural emperor. No one dared to look at him directly. His powerful aura was faintly discernible. Ordinary ninth level Sector Lords didn't even have the courage to talk to him.
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