The old man saw that Yun Hai accepted this way of speaking and became even more certain that he had grasped the essence of “drawing a big pie.”
These young people only know how to watch the excitement when they look at things; they can’t see the real tricks at all.
The old man turned sideways and looked at Mo Jinghong again. Seeing Mo Jinghong take the porcelain bottle, the old man spoke, “Young Master Mo, if you just give me the item, I can give you even more.”
A strange, flickering light passed through Feng Qingran’s apricot-shaped eyes. The old man’s words had a familiar ring to them.
Seventh Senior Brother wouldn’t actually believe him, would he?
“This item belongs to Qingyun Province, so I can’t just give it to you, Elder.” Mo Jinghong’s eyes were cool and clear, and he glanced sideways at Feng Qingran, who was gloating a little.
When Little Junior Sister grows up, will I be able to hit her?
“Then take the item out and let me have a look, and I’ll give you more…” The old man looked at Yun Hai.
Yun Hai immediately hugged his lifebound magical artifact and stepped back. “Elder, this is my lifebound artifact. No way!”
The old man raised his withered hand, picked out one of the black-clothed men who was lying down, and sucked his storage ring into his palm.
Then he erased the mark on it, scanned the contents inside, and, seeming quite satisfied, tossed it to Mo Jinghong.
The old man said with full sincerity, “This is my sincerity, young master. You can take a look.”
Mo Jinghong’s slender fingers flicked lightly, and a ball of spiritual energy enveloped the ring.
Feng Qingran’s apricot-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. Doesn’t this ring look very familiar?
Have I seen it somewhere before?
Countless fragments of memories flashed through Feng Qingran’s mind as she tried to recall carefully.
Seeing that Mo Jinghong didn’t take the ring, the old man’s eyes turned cold. “Young Master Mo, what is the meaning of this? Could it be that you find this Sumeru Ring unsatisfactory?”
When Feng Qingran heard the words “Sumeru Ring,” she suddenly remembered her trip to the black market a few years ago.
She recalled seeing Su Yanran holding a Sumeru Ring and asking someone from the Tongwen Pavilion to erase the mark on it.
That ring and the one before her now were identical except for the color.
So, it could be concluded that the Sumeru Ring Su Yanran had must have come from the Baili family.
However, there was no way to know exactly how Su Yanran got the ring.
But Feng Qingran had no intention of telling the Baili family about any of this.
The old man couldn’t figure out what Mo Jinghong was thinking, so he quickly turned his gaze to Feng Qingran. Seeing her staring intently at the Sumeru Ring, he had an idea.
“Little girl, do you want this Sumeru Ring?” The old man asked in a tempting tone.
Hearing the old man’s words, Feng Qingran immediately waved her hand.
A pie might fall from the sky sometimes.
But someone who is overly attentive for no reason definitely has bad intentions.
“Seventh Senior Brother, let’s leave quickly. These people are all so strange…” Feng Qingran pretended to be unhappy.
Mo Jinghong tossed the ring back to the old man. “It’s a good item, but I don’t need the Loyalty Gu.”
The old man’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected Mo Jinghong to be able to see something as advanced as a Gu.
He had underestimated Mo Jinghong.
It seemed that Mo Jinghong was not someone the Baili family could control. A person like this absolutely could not be allowed to leave.
Including the two little girls by his side, they all had to die too.
As for the others from Qingyun Province, whether they lived or died would depend on their level of submission to the Baili family.
In an instant, killing intent burst from the old man’s body, and his oppressive aura spread out. “Heaven and Earth Black Tortoise, establish the universe’s will… obey my command, break the formation!”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the eighteen black-clothed men emanated a formidable pressure, each taking their place at the eighteen positions of the formation.
The black-clothed men held hand seals in their hands, their bodies exploding with immense power.
Seeing the black-clothed men’s actions, a chill ran down Feng Qingran’s spine. Self-destruction to break the formation!
Isn’t this essentially using one’s own power to blow up the auxiliary formation’s eye, forcibly causing a backlash against the one who set up the formation?
No way!
They absolutely cannot be allowed to break the formation like this!
Feng Qingran lowered her hand, and the Qingluan Sword suddenly appeared in her grasp.
Feng Qingran’s crystalline eyes were as bright as the spring moon. Her lips were red without needing lipstick, and her eyebrows were dark without needing paint.
Her gaze was cold and sharp, her aura entirely in the arch of her brows. As long as she could interrupt just one Virtual God’s self-destruction, the old man’s plan wouldn’t succeed.
But if two more people could help disrupt the Virtual Gods’ self-destruction, Seventh Senior Brother would suffer even less backlash.
Baili Wenyue raised his hand grandly, and a jade flute floated into it. His fox-like eyes added a touch of charm to his appearance.
Baili Wenyue placed the jade flute to his lips. He was elegant and poised, every move exuding pride and natural grace.
Seeing that Baili Wenyue was using a jade flute, Feng Qingran knew her Sixth Senior Brother was getting serious.
Ning Shiyue also produced a whip in her hand. Her eyes were bright and radiant as she circulated the spiritual energy around her body.
Feng Qingran glanced sideways, her beautiful eyes shimmering. These were real partners on the path to immortality!
The old man took in the three young people’s actions, his sunken eyes showing mockery. “A bunch of ignorant young juniors who don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. Do you even know who you’re facing?”
“Who it is doesn’t matter. What matters is that the lofty and decaying ones will eventually reap what they sow.” Feng Qingran’s voice was clear and resolute.
“How dare you!” Yun Hai scolded loudly.
The old man looked at Mo Jinghong, whom he considered the most reasonable. “Young Master Mo, are you just going to let them act so recklessly?”
Mo Jinghong’s dark eyes were cold and deep. He remained silent.
Feng Qingran’s apricot-shaped eyes narrowed. Her figure moved like a light swallow. With her bare hand holding the sword, she charged straight at one of the Virtual Gods.
Ning Shiyue followed closely. She raised her jade hand, and her whip lashed out like a swimming snake towards a Virtual God.
Xiao Hongyu was still negotiating terms with Baili Yuanmo when he suddenly saw Feng Qingran and Ning Shiyue’s actions. He shouted angrily:
“Nonsense! This is absolute nonsense! Master Mo, quickly tell them to stop!”
