Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The old man looked thoughtful when he heard the words, and then he said uncertainly:

"Probably not. I checked his injuries just now and found that he was probably not being chased by anyone, because his injuries were obviously not caused by someone beating him. Therefore, there shouldn't be anyone else near us."

"And the fact that he will appear here is just like what was recorded in a book I read before. He came from a very far away place through a space rift."

"But one thing I feel is very strange. With this person's cultivation level, how did he survive the space crack, so I am also a little unsure."

"Of course, it's also possible that I guessed wrong. You know, there are so many capable people and strangers in the world of immortality. It's not surprising that he could be injured like this."

"But no matter what, now that we have found this person, that is our luck. I will never let him go. I don't believe that someone will come here from a very far away place to save him."

"But for the sake of safety, I don't plan to refine him into a corpse puppet during this period. It just so happens that I don't have enough materials, so I'll wait for a while."

The old man made a rough guess about the matter in a few words, and decided to be more cautious.

The two people below heard the words and nodded, feeling that what the master said made sense.

At this moment, the old man suddenly looked at the two of them and asked with sharp eyes:

"Have you two seen this person's storage bag?"

The two people below couldn't help but tremble when they heard this, and then they quickly made a sincere expression, bowed and clasped their fists:

"Master, we have never seen him before."

"I hope you didn't lie to me."

The old man looked at the two of them carefully, rolled his eyes and said.

"Master, when we saw him, we checked him carefully and found no storage bag. How dare we deceive you, Master!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed again and said.

The young man also nodded repeatedly.

"Um"

The old man nodded with satisfaction and stopped dwelling on the matter. Then he flicked his arm, and a rope-like magic weapon flew out, flew straight to Wu Fan, and tied him up directly.

Then he waved his arm again, and a talisman flew towards him, and this talisman was attached to the spirit beast bag on Wu Fan's waist.

When the two of them saw that their master no longer mentioned the storage bag, they felt relieved and slowly exhaled. Then the middle-aged man asked doubtfully:

"Master, wouldn't you just kill the monster in the spirit beast bag?"

"Keep it for now. Just like its master, this monster is seriously injured and almost impossible to survive. After a while, I will try to see if I can refine this spirit beast into a corpse puppet. Although I am not familiar with refinement. I don’t have much confidence in how to make a monster, but I have to give it a try. If it doesn’t work, I’ll skin it and sell the materials.”

The two people below nodded after hearing this and said no more words.

At this time, the old man seemed to remember something, looked up at the two of them and asked:

"By the way, has the envoy come to collect taxes this year?"

"Reporting to Master, the envoy has never come here." The middle-aged man hurriedly bent down and said.

The old man nodded when he heard this, and then said:

"So are you ready for this year's tribute?"

"Master, the production of "red leaf tea" in our "Black Niu Island" this year is very small, and it is still a little bit worse so far. If the envoy comes two months later, we should be able to raise enough for this year's tribute. If we come in advance, we I’m afraid I need to use spiritual stones to make up for it.”

The middle-aged man looked worried on his face and reported back again.

The old man's face darkened when he heard this, and he snorted coldly:

"How do those mortals take care of the tea trees? How come the yield is not enough? Is it because you two are not managing well?"

"Master, it's unfair. The two of us have been trying our best to manage the tea garden. This situation occurs because some tea trees are aging and the yield has decreased. There are also other reasons that are caused by diseases and insect pests."

The two people below saw that the master was already angry, their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly explained.

After hearing this, the old man's face looked a little uncertain, and then he patted the table and said coldly:

"In view of the great achievements you have made today, I will not pursue the matter this time, but if there is another time, I will definitely punish you severely. Do you remember it?"

"Master, I will remember this and this will never happen again in the future."

The two people below felt relieved and hurriedly bent down and clasped their fists and said.

"Okay, that's it. If the envoy comes in advance, you can inform me and I will go and negotiate with him."

The old man glared at the two of them, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

"Yes, Master!"

The two people below looked at each other, showing expressions of relief.

"Go and take this man to the dungeon, and then do whatever you have to do."

After the old man finished speaking, he stood up, flicked his sleeves, and then walked towards a stone door at the back, and soon disappeared.

After seeing the master leave, the two of them had smiles on their faces. They were indeed lucky today. Not only did they keep the storage bag, but they also got a bottle of "Hydrating Pill" each as they wished, and they also solved the tribute item. Trouble.

The two looked at each other, and then happily carried Wu Fan to another cave entrance. Not long after, they returned and then left the cave.

………………………

In a dark and damp cell, Wu Fan lay motionless on the ground, with a rope tied around his body and no one around him.

He had no idea what happened during this period, otherwise, he would definitely be so angry that his blood would surge.

Once upon a time, the cultivators in the early stage of foundation building were simply vulnerable in front of him, but now the dragon swimming in shallow water attracts shrimps to play, and the phoenix with feathers is no better than a chicken.

Just like that, after an unknown period of time, Wu Fan woke up again, tried to open his eyes and looked around, and found himself in a cell, and couldn't help sighing.

Combined with the conversation he heard from the two people before, he had guessed his situation.

It seems that he has to find a way to save himself quickly, otherwise, I'm afraid it won't take long before he will be refined into a corpse. I don't know what the master of the two people is. If he is a cultivator above the middle stage of Jindan, even if he recovers from his injuries, he will probably die here. Wu Fan smiled bitterly in his heart.

He tried to move his fingers, but he still couldn't move them. In desperation, he prepared to mobilize the mana in his body to warm his body.

As a result, he was surprised to find that he could not mobilize any of his mana. This situation made him dumbfounded. He remembered clearly that he could do this before, why not now?

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and his mind raced. Soon, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he guessed what was going on. He thought that his mana should be sealed.

He cursed in his heart, these damn bastards, I will kill you all after I escape, Wu Fan thought hatefully.