Aiming for the Immortal Path

The spiritual bricks inlaid around the corridor all emit a faint light, with a faint spiritual energy flowing through them.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is in good condition. Compared to the human-level cave with its bumpy corridor walls, this alone undoubtedly makes it look much more high-end.

Su Twelve walked forward silently, calmly sizing up the heaven-level cave in front of him. When he came here, he could clearly feel the madness of the element-devouring blood worms in the spirit beast bag.

If he hadn't used his true energy to suppress it, the two element-eating bloodworms would have rushed out of the spirit beast bag like crazy and rushed in.

The more the Yuan-devouring Bloodworm behaved like this, the more he was certain that everything in this cave was more precious.

"Let's go! Just go in."

Turning to look at Mu Xiaobai, Su Twelve nodded calmly.

After that, he followed the other person towards the cave.

As the aftermath of formations appeared in the air, the group easily passed through the entrance of the cave and headed inward along the corridor.

Before entering the hall, I heard a voice coming from it. .??.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, an hour has passed. How have you considered it? Do you want to sell this cave... or not? Time is precious, so you must seize the time to make a decision."

"My cave... is a heaven-level cave. It cost 1.2 million spiritual stones to buy this cave. Not to mention, there are many kinds of spiritual plants that have been growing for many years in the cave, as well as first-grade magic weapon-level elixirs. Furnace, weapon refining furnace. Seven hundred thousand spiritual stones are really too few. What is the difference between doing this and taking advantage of the situation?"

"Taking advantage of the situation? Haha, it seems that Fellow Daoist Feng hasn't understood the situation yet. If that's what you're going to say, then my offer... can only be for a maximum of 600,000 spirit stones."

"You...you go too far!!!"

While hearing voices coming one after another, Su Twelve and others also saw the situation inside from a distance.

At the end of the corridor, there is a bright and spacious cave hall illuminated by bright pearls.

. In the middle of the hall, three monks, two men and one woman, were standing.

The female cultivator was not very high, only at the early stage of foundation building.

But she has a good figure. She wears a thin skirt to reveal her enchanting figure. Her beautiful figure seems to be hidden by the clouds and mist.

On her face, she has a pair of charming silky eyes, which seems to have a seductive charm. With the exquisite makeup on her face, she is full of charm and charming like a fox.

Next to the female cultivator, stood a thin man wearing a goose feather cloak and holding a feather fan.

The man has sunken eye sockets, a stiff face, and a pale complexion. At first glance, he looks like he has been ill for a long time and is weak.

Under the goose feather cloak, he is dressed in black and gold-trimmed clothes, giving people a sense of nobility.

But this nobility is mixed with a certain amount of coldness, coupled with the deep-set eye sockets, the eyes are constantly flashing with a cold and sinister light.

One glance tells people that this person is not a good person.

Not far in front of the two of them, stood another monk who was in the golden elixir stage of Dzogchen.

The monk was wearing a silk-colored robe, and strands of white hair could be seen in his long hair spread behind him.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and his face was unshaven.

It is clear that his cultivation level is not bad, but there is no aura of being strong at all. Instead, his whole body was filled with an aura of desolation, decadence, frustration, and even despair.

Even so, if you look closely, you can still see that this is a high-spirited, handsome middle-aged man.

Looking at the two people in front of him and listening to the lower prices that the other party broke out time and time again, a hint of sullenness flashed through the empty eyes of the decadent monk.

"

Bullying? I am just pursuing the maximization of my own interests. Monks in the world work hard for the sake of coming and going. "

"If fellow Taoist disagrees, you can refuse."

The white-faced man shook the feather fan in his hand, sneered, and continued to say as if he was in control of the situation and had everything under control:

"Six hundred thousand spiritual stones. If fellow Daoist Feng agrees, he can pay for the spiritual stones as soon as he gets off his horse."

"There are many golden elixir-level monks in Sunset City, and there are also a few who can produce millions of spiritual stones, but which golden elixir cannot first consider the matter of overcoming the tribulation and condensing the infant?"

"In a short period of time, I believe it is impossible for other buyers to come. If you don't believe it, Mr. Feng Dao, it's okay for me to wait with you for another hour." .??.

"But...an hour later, the price won't be the same as it is now."

The decadent monk shook his head without hesitation, "You... Humph! Impossible! I... will never accept such a price. Just go, as far as you want?"

The white-faced man grinned again, "Feng Daoist friend, are you sure? If you are so anxious to sell the cave, you must have urgent matters that require spiritual stones."

"Agreeing to my young master's conditions is nothing more than getting a few spiritual stones. Six hundred thousand spiritual stones must be enough for you to do a lot of things in Sunset City."

"If you don't agree, it doesn't matter to me, sir. But once your affairs are delayed, I'm afraid... it's definitely not something that just a few hundred thousand spiritual stones can restore, right?"

After saying that, he glanced at the decadent male cultivator with determined eyes, as if he was convinced of the other person.

The latter clenched his fists, anger burning in his heart.

But when the angry words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.

He knew that now that the other party had the initiative, no matter how reluctant he was, it was by no means the time to vent his anger.

Take a deep breath and try your best to control

To control your emotions, keep speaking.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and the depressed male cultivator hurriedly looked towards the entrance.

Immediately, seven figures were seen filing in, led by a Sunset City Yaman.

Um? Are there other golden elixirs?

Are you also here for my cave?

The decadent monk had an idea and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. His originally despairing eyes suddenly became more hopeful.

"What fellow Taoist said is true, but it seems... that fellow Taoist is not the only one who is interested in this heaven-level cave."

He couldn't wait to speak, and retorted to the white-faced monk.

As he spoke, the decadent monk looked at the visitor with a bit more expectation in his eyes.

The white-faced monk who was shaking the feather fan on the side also turned his head to look, but the moment his eyes turned, the feather fan in his hand stopped abruptly.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at him calmly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Without waiting for the decadent monk and the white-faced monk to say anything.

The charming and fox-like female cultivator on the side couldn't stand at first. Seeing the leader Mu Xiaobai, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face became gloomy and ugly.

"Mu Xiaobai? It's... you? What... do you mean?"

Mu Xiaobai did not dare to look at him, lowered his head slightly, and timidly whispered: "These seniors have specified that they want to see this cave."

The charming female cultivator rolled her eyes, looked at Mu Xiaobai with hostile eyes, and asked sternly:

"Hmph! Don't you know that I have brought Senior Lin here. What is the purpose of doing this?"

"I...there has been no transaction in this cave for a long time. I thought you had already left, Senior Sister Jiaying."

Mu Xiaobai lowered his head, but still defended himself in a low voice.