Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 117 Chatting Fee

"Brother, isn't it inappropriate for us to do this?" A male disciple of Qingyun Sect frequently looked back in the direction of Wuwang Sea, feeling a little uneasy.

"Ling Wanran killed Junior Sister Zhou Yue. Now that we have met, how can we not avenge Junior Sister Zhou Yue?"

The handsome male cultivator tightly grasped the sword, with a gloomy look between his brows.

Elder He said that it was not appropriate to attack Ling Wanran now. He only saw it as Gu Nianzhi's former master-disciple friendship.

Since Elder He said that they were not allowed to kill Ling Wanran at this critical juncture, he had to resort to other means.

“But if we cooperate with those monsters, wouldn’t that be…” The male cultivator who spoke earlier had some doubts in his heart. If his senior brother had killed Ling Wanran openly, he would naturally have no objection. However, if they cooperated with monsters, wouldn’t that be a betrayal of the human race?

"When did I cooperate with that group of monsters? When they were chasing us, they saw that we were more in number, so they went to look for Ling Wanran who was acting alone." The handsome male cultivator narrowed his eyes and looked at the male disciple threateningly.

"I was careless, please don't blame me, senior brother." The male disciple was panicked by the look in his senior brother's eyes and said quickly.

Upon seeing this, the Qingyun Sect disciples nearby immediately began to speak up for the male disciple.

The handsome male cultivator's expression finally relaxed and he looked coldly in the direction of Wuwang City.

"It's almost done, fellow disciples, follow me to fight against the sea monsters." It seems that by now, Ling Wanran has become food in the stomachs of those monsters.

As the handsome male cultivator spoke, he took out a magic ship from his storage bag, directly embedded it into the spirit stone, and called on the cultivators of Qingyun Sect to step on it.

Going all the way west, because of the battles between humans and demons on the Wuwang Sea in the past six months, the entire sea surface is filled with a lingering smell of blood.

The ship sailed for two days and finally stopped at a calm sea. The handsome male cultivator frowned and felt it carefully.

No, why is it so quiet here? There is no residual effect of the spell and no smell of blood. Could it be that those monsters did not attack Ling Wanran?

Although he was guessing in his mind, his expression remained unchanged. Looking at the calm sea in the distance, the handsome male cultivator had a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

"Brother, someone is coming." A disciple next to him interrupted the handsome male cultivator's thoughts and looked at the place not far away with a serious expression.

They only saw three black spots in the sky coming towards them. When the three people came closer, the people from Qingyun Sect could see them clearly and they were all shocked.

"Brother, it's Ling Wanran, and the female cultivator from the Southern Border Corpse Puppet!"

The handsome male cultivator also had a look of surprise in his eyes. Wasn't this female cultivator of corpse puppet from Southern Xinjiang in the city? Why did she go out to sea this time?

You know, he observed Ling Wanran for half a year and was sure that the female cultivator of the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet had never participated in hunting monsters in the past six months, so he decided to take action against Ling Wanran.

"That male cultivator has a strong corpse aura on him, so he should be the corpse of the female cultivator." Another Qingyun Sect disciple continued, "But what are those under their feet, corpse coffins?"

The two people and the corpse stood on the white jade coffin. When they saw the disciples of Qingyun Sect, Ling Wanran sneered:

"Hey guys, what a coincidence."

After working together with Luo Shan to kill those monsters, Ling Wanran planned to return to the city to rest, but unexpectedly she ran into Qingyun Sect and others on the way.

When Ling Wanran thought about the fact that she had used up her only teleportation talisman because of this group of people, she wanted to give a good lesson to those Qingyun Sect disciples who were plotting behind her back.

"You never thought I could survive those monsters." Ling Wanran said bluntly, looking at Luo Shan:

"Fellow Daoist Luo, the weather is nice today. It's a good day to earn spirit stones."

Luo San: “…”

Fellow Daoist Ling, you have become a bad person!

"Ling Wanran, whether you can survive or not has nothing to do with us." The handsome male cultivator sneered:

"But you are right about one thing. I will be happy as long as I see you dead."

"Junior Sister Zhou Yue has never offended you, yet you actually want to kill her!"

"How ridiculous! If someone puts a knife to my neck and wants to kill me and steal my treasure, I can't fight back?"

Since the other party wanted to kill her and take away the opportunity she had worked so hard to find in the Donglin Secret Realm, how could she not kill him?

"You are lying. Junior Sister Zhou Yue is not that kind of person. You must have killed Junior Sister Zhou Yue!"

The handsome male cultivator didn't believe it at first. In his eyes, although his junior sister Zhou Yue was a little bit arrogant, she was kind-hearted. How could she do such a thing?

"If you think so, I can't help it." Ling Wanran said lightly. She had already explained it. Since he didn't believe it, there was no need for her to waste her breath.

"You are in league with the monsters and you attacked me. I will definitely inform the elders of the three upper sects about this." Ling Wanran pretended to be a tiger and looked at the Qingyun sect disciples opposite her without changing her expression.

"Ling Wanran, do you really think we dare not kill you?" If someone dares to threaten him, he will not be a pushover.

"This is the Wuwang Sea. Even if you die in our hands, others will just think you died at the hands of a monster."

"Well said. I like to hear that." Luo Shan nodded. In this way, she could "earn" spirit stones without any worries.

"You barbarian cultivator, if you had stayed in the city like you did for the past six months, you wouldn't have encountered this disaster." The handsome male cultivator didn't have a good look towards Luo Shan. After all, the attitude of this female cultivator before was really abominable.

The barbarians from Southern Xinjiang, who were clearly from a tiny country, acted so high and mighty that they didn't even take them seriously in their territory of Dongyue.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Luo Shan shook his head after hearing what the handsome man said, and said with some pain:

"Although I want to stay in the city, it's a pity that I can't afford the spiritual stones."

These hundreds of thousands of spirit stones were consumed in just half a year.

"It's really a tiny place that can't even produce spiritual stones." The handsome male cultivator mocked directly and looked at Luo Shan with disdain.

"So, I came out to earn spirit stones." Luo Shan continued:

"Everyone, I have been chatting with you for such a long time, I should pay you for my time. You should know that during this time, I could have hunted down a few foundation-building monsters. Each of them is worth a thousand spirit stones. For the nine of you, each of you should give me three thousand spirit stones."

The cultivators from Qingyun Sect and others were stunned and shocked by Luo San's shameless words.

"You, are you crazy because of poverty?" The handsome male cultivator was also shocked. Then he reacted and his face turned black:

"If you want to steal the treasure, just say so. Don't make up these excuses."

"Brother, this female cultivator from Southern Xinjiang is going too far. She doesn't even take our Qingyun Sect seriously." The disciples behind him were filled with righteous indignation and glared at Luo Shan.

Even Ling Wan was surprised that Luo San wanted three thousand spirit stones. However, when she thought about what these people had done, she felt that Brother Luo's offer was a little too little.

"If you hand it over voluntarily, you can avoid physical pain. If I go to get it myself..."