Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

The burly female cultivator glanced at Song Wen and Zhou Siyi.

She found that she couldn't see through the two people's cultivation.

So, she turned her head and glanced at the boy, with questions and doubts in her eyes, as if she was making a silent inquiry.

"Are you sure these two people are fat sheep? Rather than hidden masters?"

The boy gave him an affirmative look. Then, he motioned to the female cultivator with his eyes to look at the pile of spiritual stones on the ground.

"The fat sheep has taken the bait. What we have to do now is to remove the fat sheep and squeeze them dry."

After the two made eye contact, the burly female cultivator also felt relieved and said angrily.

"Five thousand middle-grade spiritual stones, not one less. Otherwise, neither of you will be able to leave my shop today."

Song Wendao said, "We don't have five thousand middle-grade spiritual stones. However, I have fifty high-grade spiritual stones."

When the burly female cultivator and the boy heard this, their faces showed shock.

Five thousand mid-grade spiritual stones were just the price they demanded, just to squeeze Song and Wen dry.

They never thought that Song and Wen could really produce so many spiritual stones.

If Song and Wen really had fifty high-grade spiritual stones on their bodies, they would have to weigh it carefully.

They are definitely not someone they can afford to offend who holds so many spiritual stones.

"Fifty...high-grade spiritual stones!"

A bad premonition arose in the female cultivator's heart, and she hesitated when speaking.

"Yes."

Song Wen smiled lightly.

His calm and calm look made the burly female cultivator feel chilled in her heart.

This is definitely not the attitude a 'fat sheep' should have.

At this time, the only thought in the minds of the burly female cultivator and the boy was that Song Wen was bluffing. Otherwise, they will really hit the wall.

"I'm very disappointed. You are so courageous that you dare to cheat and deceive your guests without knowing their details. I thought you had some powerful monks behind you, but I didn't expect you are just a mid-stage foundation-building body cultivator."

Song Wen told the story of the burly female cultivator's cultivation, which made the only thought in the minds of the burly female cultivator and the boy disappear.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura filled the air from Song Wen.

"Bang! Bang!"

The burly female cultivator and the boy felt the weight of the mountain, bent their legs, and knelt down at the same time.

Only then did they realize that what they had kicked was not an iron plate, but an iron mountain.

From the aura emanating from Song Wen's body, the burly female cultivator concluded that Song Wen was a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

"Senior, this junior is ignorant of the truth. If you offend senior, you deserve to die. I beg senior to be magnanimous and spare me this time."

The burly female cultivator's voice was trembling, and her face was filled with fear.

"Let you go? Give me a reason." Song Wen said lightly.

The burly female cultivator hurriedly said, "Fairy Fu Mei of Qingluo Mountain is the younger generation's biological aunt. I hope that the senior can let me go for the sake of Fairy Fu Mei."

"Fairy Fu Mei, who are you?" Song Wen looked confused.

Zhou Siyi on the side also shook his head, obviously he had never heard of this person.

The burly female nun said, "Senior, are you new to the Lost World Ridge?"

Song Wen nodded.

"There are seven casual cultivators in the Golden Core stage in Yishiling. Fairy Fu Mei is one of them, and she is also one of the only two cultivators in the late Golden Core stage." said the burly female cultivator.

"It turns out that you really have the support of the Golden Core cultivator behind you." Song Wen showed a joking smile on his face, "I still have to give the Golden Core cultivator the face. But, how can I be sure that Fairy Fu Mei is really your aunt?"

Suddenly a black token appeared in the hand of the burly female cultivator, with the word "Felting Rose" engraved on it.

"Senior, this is the identity token of Fairy Fu Mei. Only a few people close to her can get this token."

Song Wen moved his fingers slightly, and the token flew out of the hand of the burly female cultivator and landed in his hand.

Song Wen looked over and over for a moment and curled his lips.

This is just an extremely ordinary token, without even a touch of cultivation aura.

Song Wen tossed it casually, and with a bang, the token was thrown to the ground.

"A mere token doesn't mean much."

The burly female cultivator looked stunned.

You know, Sister Fu Mei is one of the strongest monks in the Lost World Ridge.

The token she gave her was just thrown on the ground casually?

"Unless this Fairy Fu Mei personally comes forward to intercede for you, otherwise, you will inevitably die." Song Wendao.

"This..." The burly female nun hesitated.

"Why, can't you come?" Song Wen sneered.

The burly female monk said, "Senior, Qingluo Mountain is more than a thousand miles away from here. The distance is too far to be contacted using the jade slip."

Song Wen glanced at the boy kneeling next to the burly female cultivator.

"Then send someone to invite him."

The burly female cultivator immediately understood.

"Xiao Si, take my aunt's identity token and go to Qingluo Mountain to invite her here."

The young man raised his head, looked at the burly female cultivator, then turned to look at Song Wen. Seeing that Song Wen didn't stop him from leaving, he picked up the token on the ground and stood up.

"Senior, then this junior is going to invite senior Fu Mei?" the young man said to Song Wen cautiously.

Song Wen nodded.

A gleam of joy flashed deep in the boy's eyes, and he quickly walked out.

"Xiaosi, I'm waiting for you, but you must come back. Don't forget, you promised me that you would grow old with me." The burly female cultivator shouted loudly.

When Song Wen heard this, he couldn't help but look sideways.

This boy named "Xiaosi" is as thin as a chicken and less than five feet tall.

He was standing, but not as tall as the kneeling female cultivator. They were actually Taoist couples?

Could this be...

Little horse...big cart

A complex expression flashed across Xiao Si's anxious and panicked face. He paused slightly and continued to run out.

Just at this moment, Song Wen's voice suddenly rang out.

"It reminds me that I should indeed take some precautions to prevent you from escaping."

Song Wen's words disappointed Xiao Si. His original plan to take the opportunity to escape fell through.

Xiao Si suddenly felt a powerful force attacking from behind.

This force did not cause any harm to him, but directly invaded his body and lingered in his abdomen.

"If you don't return within an hour, this magic power will explode by itself, and your body and soul will also be blown into powder." Song Wen said.

Xiao Si's body trembled suddenly, and deep fear appeared in his eyes.

Without stopping, he summoned a flying boat, flew over the heads of the crowd on the street, and rushed into the air.

The movement in the shop attracted many monks.

Seeing that Song Wen did not drive them away, they stood outside the shop to watch.

Seeing the burly female monk kneeling on the ground, many monks showed a look of relief and satisfaction on their faces. Obviously, many of them had suffered losses in this shop.