Chapter 13588 Pressure from the Temple

According to rumors outside, Ling Xiao had already escaped from Zhaixing Tower City. Who would have thought that this person who seemed to have disappeared from the city would now be standing in front of her alive again.

Ling Xiao didn't pay much attention to Tong Xiangyu's reaction. He looked determined and asked directly, "No need to ask, did the shopkeeper get what I wanted?"

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the relatively quiet business. He was eager to get answers, because those things were like a beacon of light guiding him in the darkness.

Tong Xiangyu nodded, frowned slightly, and said with a hint of helplessness and apology: "I got three, I really can't get more, and the price is a bit more expensive than usual, one requires one thousand spirit crystals."

She knew that this price was by no means a small amount for ordinary people, not to mention that it was not easy to help Ling Xiao get it during such a sensitive period.

Ling Xiao nodded without hesitation and said calmly, "Okay!" He was not angry because of the high price. On the contrary, he was full of gratitude towards Tong Xiangyu in his heart.

At this critical moment when everyone is in danger, there are still people willing to take huge risks to help him get the elixir. He understands that if other people find out that Tong Xiangyu is helping him, then Tong Xiangyu will definitely become the target of public criticism and be attacked from all sides.

Soon, Ling Xiao skillfully took out three Thousand Spirit Crystals from the storage space and handed them to Tong Xiangyu.

Tong Xiangyu also quickly handed the three pills to Ling Xiao. The transaction was completed neatly without any delay. After the handover, Ling Xiao turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't worry, Jin Ruoxi, the leader of the Money Gang, asked me to bring you two pieces of news." Tong Xiangyu suddenly shouted. She paused, then continued: "One is about the expert who was chasing you before, named Chen Mo, he is from the Star Picking Tower. The other piece of news is that someone from the Holy Hall has come..."

Just as she said this, Tong Xiangyu suddenly felt a breath coming towards her. She was startled and suddenly froze. She saw Jin Ruoxi's figure like a ghost, and instantly appeared in front of her and Ling Xiao.

Jin Ruoxi looked anxious, her voice was rapid and high-pitched: "Ling Xiao, it's bad, the Demon Tower's master is in danger, and several strong men have gone to the Righteousness Hall, and the Holy Hall messenger is among them. I'm afraid they will attack your friends, be careful!" Her eyes revealed worry and anxiety.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao's expression instantly turned extremely ugly, with a flash of anger and anxiety in his eyes. He clenched his teeth, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, with his joints turning white due to the force.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a slight air fluctuation, as if he had never appeared here.

Obviously, those who wanted to seize his treasures couldn't find him, so they came up with this despicable method. They contacted the people in the Holy Hall and put pressure on the Zhengqi Hall together, trying to use friends like Ling Bi to force him to show up.

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In a hall filled with solemnity and awe, the three simple and vigorous characters "Zhengqitang" are hung high above the hall. Every stroke seems to contain an aura of majesty without anger.

In the center of the hall, on a large chair with exquisite carvings, sat a temple messenger in a white robe.

The white robe was spotless, soft yet crisp in texture, and emitted a faint holy glow under the dim light in the hall.

He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree standing proudly in the wind and snow, his face was cold and resolute, his deep eyes seemed to hide endless secrets, and his cold gaze swept around, which made people feel awe.

On his left, Yu Zhengqi, the head of Zhengqitang, was the first to come into view.

He was wearing a black robe with a simple yet majestic cloud pattern embroidered with gold thread. His hair was neatly tied up without a strand out of place, and his face had a respectful and flattering look.

He straightened his back slightly, but kept his hands down in a graceful manner. Every subtle movement showed his respect for the Holy Temple Emissary. Behind Yu Zhengqi, the eight elders of the Righteousness Hall stood in a neat row.

They are all in good spirits. Although their hair is grey, the gleam in their eyes proves their extraordinary strength.

Some had their hands behind their backs, looking serious; some lowered their heads slightly, as if thinking about something; some pursed their lips, silently waiting for the situation to develop. The eight elders wore the same brown robes, and the hems swayed slightly with the slight airflow, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity.

On the right hand side of the Holy Temple Messenger, the Lord of the Demon Tower, Chongxuan, was sitting there like a dormant ferocious beast.

He was broad and fat, with a black robe tightly wrapped around his sturdy body. The dark red flame patterns embroidered on the black robe seemed to be really burning in the dim light, emitting a strange and dangerous aura.

He had a disdainful and cynical smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into slits, and from time to time he glanced at the people around him. Next to him, there were several masters who came from other places.

Some of these masters looked tired, obviously after a long journey; some had greed and desire in their eyes, full of anticipation for the upcoming treasures and battles; some had indifferent expressions, like an emotionless stone, quietly waiting for things to develop.

The hall was eerily quiet, with only the sound of breathing echoing in the air.

At this time, Yu Zhengqi slowly stood up, walked quickly to the center of the hall, put his feet together, bowed deeply to the Holy Temple Messenger, clasped his hands together, and said in a slightly trembling but somewhat flattering voice:
"Mr. Envoy, you don't need to bother with such a small matter.

We in the Zhengqi Hall have already made a careful plan. We intend to start with Ling Xiao's interpersonal relationships and use his close friends to threaten him. When the time comes, we will have no problem for him to hand over the treasure we have been longing for."

"Oh?" The Holy Temple Messenger raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Yu Zhengqi with a cold and sharp look, and said in a low and questioning voice, "Are you serious? Don't make any mistakes and ruin this important trip."

Yu Zhengqi's heart trembled at the sight, but he quickly steadied himself, nodded vigorously, and said with a smile on his face:
"Really! Sir, don't worry, we in Zhengqitang have always been strict in our work. However, I have recently observed that the owner of Zhaixing Tower has an ambiguous attitude, and we are afraid that she will interfere in this matter.

After all, Zhaixinglou has a certain influence in the martial arts world. If she interferes, our previous plan may fail. So I have been hesitating and have not made up my mind to act.

But now that you, the envoys, have come to us, with your wise decisions and powerful strength, everything will naturally be at your disposal." (End of this chapter)