nucmednet Chapter 120 Encountering Teammates
Chapter 120 Encountering Teammates
Luo Qingcheng followed behind Mu Zien.
He would occasionally channel a wisp of spiritual energy into Uncle Ma's body, which was being carried on Mu Zi'en's shoulder, to ensure that he wouldn't die anytime soon.
But Mu Zi'en, whose life force was so weak that she was restless, was completely unaware that Uncle Ma was still alive.
Mu Zi'en's eyes reddened as she walked.
Only when Luo Qingcheng was behind him and couldn't see his expression did he dare to show even a hint of sadness for Uncle Ma's death.
Luo Qingcheng, not one to stay quiet, suddenly spoke up: "Have you been here before?"
She wanted to get more information out of him.
Mu Zi'en's heart skipped a beat. Recalling what she had just said, she realized that she had inadvertently given herself away.
Trying to remain calm, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I bought the map on the black market."
Luo Qingcheng became interested.
"black market?"
Seeing that she was interested in the black market, Mu Zi'en wisely introduced it to Luo Qingcheng.
This is much better than him accidentally revealing more about himself and the underground palace.
"The black market is a market for trading things or services that are inconvenient to buy and sell openly. Whether it's rare and exotic animals, rare and precious materials, or even murder and arson, there are all kinds of items. As long as you can afford the spirit stones, there's nothing you can't buy."
Luo Qingcheng gave a listless "Oh".
This setting is similar to the settings in the novels she had read before.
I lost interest immediately.
Mu Zi'en sensed her attitude, and changed the subject, saying instead, "Would you be interested in hearing some rumors about the black market?"
Luo Qingcheng gave a noncommittal reply.
Mu Zi'en asked, "Does the True Man know about the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?"
"Ah."
Luo Qingcheng wasn't stupid. When he heard Mu Zi'en mention Tianji Pavilion out of the blue, he naturally guessed, "Could it be that you're saying this black market is related to Tianji Pavilion?"
Mu Zien praised, "You are truly intelligent."
They completely disregarded the uproar these few words caused among the viewers watching the live stream.
After all, the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion is the only major sect leader who hasn't yet gone into "seclusion".
Apart from a few who had already heard about it, the others, thinking of the huge cut that had to be paid for a successful black market transaction, complained one by one, "Master of Tianji Pavilion, it's not good to hog all the profits."
The Master of Tianji Pavilion still looked as if he were prepared to die of old age at any moment. His hair and beard were all white, and his face was covered with layers of wrinkles. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "That child is talking nonsense. How can we believe him?"
He just won't admit it, so what can anyone do to his Tianji Pavilion?
With a flick of his cloudy old eyes, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master secretly noted down several names that seemed to harbor ill intentions.
After this is over, make sure the black market stops them from doing business.
The conversation between Luo Qingcheng and the other person continued.
Luo Qingcheng wasn't interested in who established the black market. She was quite possessive of other people's spirit stones, but those that were too far removed from her interests weren't worth it.
All she wants now is to find a way out as soon as possible.
"How far is it?"
"It's coming soon."
Sure enough, it was fast. In just a few minutes, the exit of the passage appeared in their field of vision.
As the two got closer to the exit of the passage, the sound of weapons clashing became increasingly clear.
There was also a familiar person inside, their voice dripping with sarcastic and acrimonious insults.
"Is that all the strength you have? How about I prescribe some medicine to treat your kidney deficiency?"
"If it weren't for your despicable and shameless poisoning—"
"You're hilarious! You have absolutely no sense of caution when you're out and about, and you even blame others for poisoning you. You should go back to your sect and find your master, so you don't embarrass yourself in public!"
This is another female voice; it sounds familiar.
Luo Qingcheng sped up and rushed out.
A beautiful woman in white was seen wielding a long whip, striking a man in the face.
The soft whip wouldn't cause much harm, but deliberately striking someone in the face clearly showed an intention to humiliate them.
Sure enough, the man barely dodged the whip, his face flushed red, a trickle of black blood at the corner of his mouth. He pointed at the woman in white, his finger trembling, and said angrily, "Mu Ziyuan, you've gone too far!"
The woman in white, Mu Ziyuan, was the sucker—no, the sugar daddy—who gave Luo Qingcheng his first pot of gold at the Rich Inn!
Mu Ziyuan said fiercely, "Hmph, it's your good fortune, Xue Zhao, to receive some instruction from me. If you dare to point a finger at me again, your fate will be—"
The man standing behind Mu Ziyuan, like a guardian angel, drew his xiao (a type of Chinese flute) from his waist and struck the man's wrist without hesitation.
With a crisp crack of bone breaking, Xue Zhao screamed in agony, clutching his wrist and wailing in pain.
Luo Qingcheng left Mu Zi'en behind and didn't see Mu Zi'en hiding in the shadows, gazing at Mu Ziyuan with hatred.
She stepped forward, first greeting Wan Qingchu, who had been completely shunned by the hatred, and then looked at Mu Ziyuan with a smile, saying, "We meet again."
Wan asked in surprise, "You two know each other?"
After realizing she had been tricked, Mu Ziyuan turned her head away arrogantly, refusing to look at Luo Qingcheng, and snorted.
"I don't know any liars."
Wanqing looked Luo Qingcheng up and down, and asked suspiciously, "Does Junior Sister Mu mean that Junior Sister Luo is a liar?"
Luo Qingcheng said innocently, "I never lied to her."
Mu Ziyuan exploded instantly, grabbing the whip and angrily slamming it to the ground with a crisp "crack" sound.
"You're not lying to me? That room is clearly not worth that many spirit stones!"
Wan was completely bewildered.
What room?
Luo Qingcheng retorted, "Didn't you get accepted as an inner disciple just because you met an elder while staying at the Rich Inn?"
She didn't see Mu Ziyuan during the entrance exam, but she's here, so she must have successfully entered the inner sect.
Yes, but—
The master said they didn't have any private rooms at the Rich Inn at all.
Luo Qingcheng interrupted her and asked again, "If I hadn't given you the room, would you have had this opportunity?"
Yes, but—
The master said it was because her father gave her too much that he specifically went to find her.
"Think about it carefully again, whether I lied to you or not."
Luo Qingcheng's words directly led the naive young lady astray.
After thinking it over, it seemed that what Luo Qingcheng said made sense.
Her little face scrunched up.
Could it be that I really wronged her?
The man holding the flute glared at Luo Qingcheng warningly and said coldly, "That's enough."
Luo Qingcheng shrugged.
She's now a Golden Core cultivator; this Foundation Establishment cultivator who plays the flute can't beat her.
But for the sake of the spirit stones, she'll give them face.
Luo Qingcheng looked at Wan Qingchu, who was completely unaware of the situation, and asked, "Senior Sister Wan, why did you come down into the underground cave too? And you even got into a fight with someone?"
Wan glanced at Xue Zhao, who was holding his wrist, with disgust, and said anxiously, "Uncle Ma, one of the four, suddenly disappeared. I suspect there's a conspiracy involved."
"But we haven't found a single horse hair yet, and we still don't know what they're up to!"
Wan was clearly annoyed. "So much time has passed, and I don't even know how things have progressed."
Luo Qingcheng blinked.
Touching his nose, he said somewhat embarrassedly, "Senior Sister Wan, I caught Uncle Ma."
Not only were they caught, but they also bled them out.