Devour

Chapter 166 It’s a long road

Jixiang said, "Yes. But not all magic weapons are called divine weapons. The Changsheng Society publishes the 'Heavenly Treasure List' every year, which updates the rankings of the world's famous divine weapons, magic robes and armor, spirit boats and palaces, and miscellaneous treasures. Taowu Academy publishes the 'Heavenly Ladder List' every year, which counts the powerful people who have challenged the Heavenly Ladder of All Things. From it, we can know the ranking of the world's masters."

Cheng Bai was secretly delighted when he heard this: "Baby, I'm here." He then asked: "Where can I go to see it?"

Jixiang said: "The Changsheng Society is in Donghua Shangzhou, and the Taowu Academy is in Zhongyuan Ruizhou. The local branches are public and change every year. When it was passed to Beilin, there were inevitably some errors. In the teahouse downstairs, there are often people who talk about it and discuss the superiority repeatedly."

Cheng Bai rinsed his mouth with clean water, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally. He stood up and said, "Thank you Protector Wang for your hospitality. Let's go." He took Lu Miaoting and others out of Yanbo Tower and headed south.

Jixiang turned around and handed the bill to Wang Xiongwu of Riyue Pavilion.

Wang Xiongwu looked down and was so frightened that he jumped up from the armchair at the table.

Seeing this, Xu Buwei, who was sitting across the table, asked, "Junior Brother Wang, has something serious happened?"

Wang Xiongwu laughed dryly and said, "It's okay, it's just a small matter. I'll go see if there's something wrong."

He pulled Jixiang and walked out of the Sun and Moon Pavilion with a gloomy face, turned to a secluded corner, and asked, "A table of life-wish-fulfilling banquet, honoring the entire Beilin, the most expensive full set is only 60,000 taels of gold, and the eldest sister has never eaten at such a price. What's the matter with the bill of 6,317,240 taels of gold from the Danxin Pavilion? You are just an employee, not even an outer disciple, you can't deceive me."

Seeing that his face was extremely ugly, Jixiang dared not hide anything and told the truth: "The four of them are too greedy. Most of them ordered 400 portions. They ate up all the rare dishes and even licked the plates clean. I don't know if the ingredients can be replenished next month."

Wang Xiongwu was dumbfounded. He was stunned for a long time before he said heartbreakingly, "What a Tianshu Sect... Tianshu? So that's what it means. Why would I jump into such a trap? All my life savings and the next few hundred years of sect salary will be put into it."

Jixiang stood there in a daze, not daring to say a word, and thought to himself, "You wanted to treat us, no one forced you to."

Wang Xiongwu has a unique talent, a spiritual sword body that is rarely seen in a thousand years. His sword bone is born with one more hole than ordinary people, so he is thoughtful, resourceful and good at making decisions.

Now he was upset and the more he thought about it, the more he hated her. He thought quickly, "No, this is also a great opportunity for me. I might as well seize it and turn the tables."

He stared at Xinghan Pavilion with a fierce look in his eyes, left Jixiang who was at a loss, and strode in. Suddenly, a scream was heard in the room, and it soon died down.

A moment later, Wang Xiongwu walked out, followed closely by the owner of Yanbo Tower.

Wang Xiongwu whispered in his ear, "This is a God-given opportunity. The plan has changed slightly. Tell the Lord of Beiwei that Prince Nie Hai was injured by the Black Dragon Prince of the Tiantun Sect and died. Let Mu Luo and the others arrange to guide the Nie family to send troops to destroy themselves. The Canghai Kingdom controlled by my Jingtao Sect has been in a standoff with the Beiwei Kingdom controlled by the Tumin Society for many years. We must use this opportunity to break the deadlock."

The owner of Yanbo Tower nodded repeatedly and turned around to run around.

Wang Xiongwu raised the corner of his mouth and grinned: "Big sister, you have your plans for the battle, and I have my tricks. Let's see who is the winner. It's not you who breaks the deadlock, but me. Tiantun Sect, Baidi, hold on a little longer if you can."

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The beautiful village is picturesque, and the golden fields are welcoming the harvest. The golden corn, fiery red sorghum, bright purple grapes, bright red apples, and bright yellow pears are sparkling in the sunlight. When the breeze blows, the branches are pressed down to dance.

In front of the scattered quaint houses, hardworking people are in high spirits, bending over to harvest the abundant fruits. The fields are filled with joy and peace, and the symphony of labor is played everywhere.

This seemingly simple and harmonious village, with its connected houses and walls stretching for nearly a hundred miles, is larger than many cities. It is a very famous yet unknown mysterious place in the Beilin Continent, "Tianning Village".

In the tallest ancient house in the village, a large group of people gathered silently in the hall, some sitting, some standing, some tall, some small, some burly, some strong, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, some male, female, old and young, silently waiting for the village chief's instructions.

The village chief was not old, but rather quite young, with a tall figure and handsome face. He looked elegant and noble, and he recited the ancient slogans naturally.

"The world is vast, and I shed tears; sorrow and loneliness, death is nothing; with murder in my heart, I slaughter the people. Reincarnation, suffering, rebirth, never-ending, death is the end, get rid of all emotions, only to achieve true death and obtain ultimate peace."

After the village chief finished his speech, he lit three incense sticks for the ancestral tablets and said in a solemn voice, "Respectfully presented by the unworthy descendant Min Wushuang."

Outside the window, a blue-gray pigeon fluttered into the hall and landed on Min Wushuang's hands. It flapped its wings a few times and fell headfirst. Its once shiny pupils and feathers gradually dimmed.

This kind of pigeon is called Lingyun Pigeon. It flies higher than the cloud swallow and is ten times faster than ordinary pigeons. It has amazing endurance and tenacity. It can fly for days without sleep and will not regret even if it dies of exhaustion. It is a messenger that delivers special information.

A man wearing a horn helmet asked, "Village leader, why don't you let them use talismans instead? It's troublesome to raise Lingyun pigeons, and pigeons are too slow to deliver messages, so the village can't make any money."

Min Wushuang said, "The rules of our ancestors cannot be changed. We can communicate directly with the talisman. Those with powerful magic can easily track us here. Once Lingyun Pigeon is locked by divine thoughts or magic power, its life span will be drastically reduced and it will not be able to fly here. Then it will be transferred by the various city officials, which will become the safest means of communication. Outside the village, you can use the talisman."

He took the letter from the pigeon's feet, stroked the bird's body, and whispered, "With murder in mind, you will kill the people."

Then he threw away the corpse and looked at the letter carefully. After a while, a wisp of green smoke came out of his hand, and he used his internal energy to stimulate the fire power and burned the letter.

Min Wushuang pondered for a moment and ordered: "Min Niuhao, go to the old place to retrieve the client's money. This order is interesting. Tu Min will take it."

The man wearing the horned helmet stood up straight and replied, "Yes, Dragon Head."

Min Wushuang chuckled and said, "A mere unknown elder from a small sect dared to kill the prince of Beiwei. These vassals are becoming more and more useless."

There was a commotion in the hall. Many figures became excited. Those who were sitting leisurely stood up slowly. Many people were excited to see the opportunity and rushed to take charge of the matter.

A fat man with a scar on his face said first: "Village Chief, it's almost the end of the year and my family is in great need of money. Give me this task."

Another well-mannered scholar in a long robe said, "Tu Kuangdao, you just took on this job last month. What do you need the money for? Let me do it."

An old woman said jokingly: "I'm worried about how to give my grandson New Year's money, why don't you let me do it."

Min Wushuang said calmly: "The target is heading south through Tallin City. He is probably at the Heavenly Man Realm, so he won't be easy to kill. Don't argue. I will discuss this carefully."

Everyone in the hall had a burning look in their eyes, as if they were lambs to be slaughtered right in front of them.

The huge Tianning Village is full of hidden talents, from young children to old men, each one is a creepy killer.

Min Wushuang looked into the distance and chuckled, "Tuntian Sect... The road to becoming an immortal is long, and only the fittest survive. To reach the pinnacle, you have to rely on killing."