"Lingqin Immortal Island, direct disciple of the demon immortal Qingluan, Mu Yunge."
The North Sea demon youth introduced himself.
This immediately drew most of the surrounding gazes.
Outside the Emperor's Tomb, in front of the tomb gates by the Black Sand Sea, many gazes also involuntarily converged on a woman in green.
She had green clothes and green hair, with eyebrows like a painting; her eyes were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
She exuded a chilling immortal aura.
Though it was only a spirit body, it did not lack the majesty of a saint in the slightest.
Qingluan.
One of the many demon immortals of the North Sea, she was a legendary existence even to the Central Plains.
She was the island master of Lingqin Immortal Island, one of the eight immortal islands of the North Sea.
It was heard that her true form was an ancient qingluan whose massive size could blot out the sun.
Qingluan remained silent, her breath still and wordless.
"I didn't expect even her to come..."
"The premier bird beneath the true phoenix; her aura is indeed extraordinary."
"I heard that her disciple was hatched from a remnant ancient God-Devouring Crow egg..."
"God-Devouring Crow? The name certainly sounds extraordinary. Unfortunately, he still fell into Bai Mang's hands."
"Indeed..."
Xu Xian looked at the fair-skinned youth before him, who carried a hint of ferocity within his feminine features, with great interest.
Before his departure, he had visited the Shadow Hall's intelligence database and made a point of memorizing the famous geniuses of this generation.
Among them, this person was mentioned.
However, the Central Plains knew very little about the affairs of the North Sea, and the records concerning this person were sparse, consisting of only a few lines.
One line: Direct disciple of the demon immortal Qingluan.
One line: Bloodline of the ferocious beast, the God-Devouring Crow.
And another line...
He couldn't quite remember it.
The record didn't even have a name, but now he knew it.
"Mu Yunge... That is a good name. One can tell you are a cultured person just by hearing it."
Xu Xian praised with a smile.
Mu Yunge's expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction. Clearly, he was not falling for Xu Xian's tactics as he spoke indifferently, "Heh, get to the point..."
Xu Xian did not beat around the bush and immediately stated his price.
"If you want to live, you must give me three hundred immortal plants and three hundred types of immortal ores. Take note, I want different varieties."
Was this lion's mouth really that big?
Mu Yunge was slightly stunned, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
"You truly dare to ask for so much."
He was said to be a God-Devouring Crow, capable of swallowing gods with his vast stomach, but before the youth in front of him, that was not even worth mentioning. This appetite was more than just swallowing gods; could he swallow the heavens?
Inside and outside the Emperor's Tomb, whether they were the ones being held captive or the ones coming to ransom them, everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air upon hearing this price.
Although they had expected him to open his mouth wide like a lion, they hadn't expected it to be this wide.
Three hundred types of immortal plants and immortal gold each, with no duplicates...
To put it bluntly, some sects might not be able to produce that much even if they sold their ancestral graves.
However, the North Sea had a long heritage and could actually produce it.
The twelve demon gods remained silent.
On the small boat, people were also clicking their tongues in amazement; this was very typical of Xu Xian.
Ye Xianyu said, "He has a bright future."
Lei Yunche said, "If you're going to do it, do it big. No problem there..."
The person in question, Qingluan, only twitched her eyebrows.
She thought to herself, is this a lot?
I can afford it.
My disciple is worth this price...
Xu Xian smiled and said, "You are worth this price."
Mu Yunge did not argue. "Fine."
Unexpectedly, Xu Xian pushed his luck further. "I haven't finished yet."
Mu Yunge frowned.
Xu Xian added, "I also want a drop of Qingluan's essence blood and one Primordial Feather."
Mu Yunge's eyes widened.
He thought he had misheard.
Outside the Emperor's Tomb, Qingluan also opened her eyes, her deep gaze low and cold.
Life-bound essence blood?
A life-bound plume?
The essence blood was one thing.
But as for the Primordial Feather, she only had three in total—three! And he asked for one as soon as he opened his mouth?
"Are you crazy?" Mu Yunge cried out.
Not only did Mu Yunge feel this way, but others did as well.
Xu Xian had no intention of bargaining with him and made a note in his little notebook. "Then it is happily decided."
Mu Yunge's pale face turned flushed red. Gone was his previous steadiness and calm as he burst out with a curse:
"Who the hell is happy?"
Xu Xian flicked his finger.
He manually muted him.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve, Mu Yunge was tossed to the other side like a little chick.
Xu Xian said lazily, "Next, who's coming?"
Outside the Emperor's Tomb.
The saints occasionally stole glances at Qingluan's spirit body. At the thought of her having to pay such a heavy price, they felt a strange sense of excitement.
Their schadenfreude was not hidden at all.
Hearing the discussions around her, a flicker of anger crossed Qingluan's eyes. She glanced at the twelve demon gods from a distance and asked gloomily:
"I dare to give it, but does the Demon Abyss dare to take it?"
Jin Yu swallowed hard.
Jin Qing and Chi Ming instinctively lowered their heads, their gazes darting away.
Did they dare?
To lie: No.
To tell the truth: They really didn't dare...
This was a demon immortal, the king of all birds, with strength far exceeding a saint. If her true body were to arrive, she could suppress the Demon Abyss with a flick of her finger.
"Heh... Naive." Qingluan was incredibly proud.
When it was the next person's turn, he tried to be clever. Bracing himself, he lied, "Sovereign Bai Mang, I am just an orphan with no father, no mother, and no master. I am all alone."
Xu Xian's brush stopped. He looked up and asked, "And so?"
"I have no immortal plants, nor do I have any immortal gold..."
Xu Xian put down the brush, not forgetting to set it straight, and said calmly, "In other words, you have no money, right?"
"Yes," the man said. He felt that Bai Mang would compromise.
Xu Xian sighed and relented. "Fine, if you don't have it, then you don't have to give it."
The man was overjoyed; it actually worked.
The others were stunned. He believed him just like that?
The man was about to express his thanks, but before his clasped hands could even meet, a sword intent had already struck silently.
With a sharp ring, the man felt a chill on his neck and instinctively looked down.
It would have been better if he hadn't. As soon as he looked, his head fell to the ground and rolled aside, while his body collapsed straight down.
"Ugh..."
"Hiss..."
"Ah..."
"He's... dead?"
Looking at the head with eyes still wide in shock and the body bleeding out on the ground, many people were terrified.
Panic, fear, confusion, and dread surfaced one after another...
He killed him just like that?
One moment a refined gentleman, the next he flipped his face, decapitating someone without a second word.
A small commotion broke out inside the Emperor's Tomb, and the same scene played out outside.
No one expected Bai Mang to be so decisive.
Just because the man said he had no money, he was slaughtered immediately, without a single chance given.
The sect elder of the deceased man saw this and felt a surge of anger, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"How foolish!"
"Bai Mang, my Dragon-Seeking Mountain is irreconcilable with you!"
He shouted a harsh word.
But it was merely a harsh word.
With all the demon immortals and saints of the world gathered here, it was not yet time for a mere great ascension stage cultivator to do anything...
"Tsk tsk, what a pity..."
"Cleverness overreached itself."
"Bai Mang is a ruthless one."
"Killing the chicken to warn the monkeys; this kid died quite a pitiful death."
Extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.
They could understand why Bai Mang did this. He wanted to show the others that they shouldn't play tricks, or this would be their end.
In fact, that was exactly what Xu Xian was thinking.
He did not clean up the corpse, nor did he care about the feelings of the remaining people as he said airily:
"Next..."
This time, no one responded. The group seemed to have been frightened silly.
After waiting for a long time, Xu Xian looked up at the crowd. "Since no one is willing, I will call names."
He pointed to someone in front of him. "Hey you, yes, you, the little yellow-haired one. You're up..."
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