Chapter 13609: Greedy Saint Chasing Blood

Chapter 13609: Greedy Saint Chasing Blood
"That's the truth!" Chongxuan stopped laughing, a shrewd light as sharp as an eagle flashed in his eyes, and he spoke slowly.

"From the intelligence we have gathered, Ling Xiao is not only not stupid, but also extremely cunning and treacherous. He is able to survive in the intricate cracks between various forces, and he can also stir up trouble from time to time, making the situation unstable. How can an ordinary person have such ability?"

Chongxuan paused, looking into the distance, his eyes gradually becoming deep and far-reaching, as if he could see through the fog of the future. "So, let's not do anything right now, and arrange the funeral of the Blade Demon first. For the rest, we just need to wait quietly for the opportunity. Remember, only hunters who are patient enough can finally reap the fruits of victory in this cruel hunt!"

As he spoke, he tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair. The rhythmic tapping seemed like the drumbeat of his mind, conveying his unwavering confidence and determination.

Everyone looked at each other, all with bewilderment on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other, trying to find a glimmer of understanding from their companions, but everyone's eyes were filled with the same confusion. No one could guess what Zhongxuan was thinking, and the mysterious plot was like a fog that enveloped them tightly.

However, in this magic building, the prestige hanging heavy was like a mountain pressing down on people's heads, and no one dared to question it easily. Since he had made a decision, everyone could only choose to obey and temporarily suppress their doubts and uneasiness.

At the same time, in the extremely luxurious lobby of the Money Gang, there was a completely different scene. The place was magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings, showing the wealth and supreme power of the Money Gang. The warm sunlight shone through the carved window lattices, sprinkled on the smooth floor, reflecting patches of golden light.

Ling Xiao was dressed in a black robe, his figure was as straight as a sword, his face was stern, like an iceberg that had not melted for a thousand years.

He looked at the two old men standing beside Jin Ruoxi with a sincere look, clasped his hands together, and respectfully said, "Ling Xiao will never forget your kindness. If you hadn't helped me in time, it would have been extremely difficult for me to save people this time, and I would have been in an irretrievable situation long ago."

His voice was low and firm, every word was filled with deep gratitude, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

"No need to thank me. These are all the young lady's orders." The two old men waved their hands at the same time, with humble and gentle smiles on their faces. Then they looked at Jin Ruoxi together, their eyes full of awe and obedience.

Jin Ruoxi was wearing a pink silk dress, with a graceful figure, like a beautiful peach blossom blooming in spring. When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, just like the brightest sunshine in spring, instantly lighting up the entire hall.

"Brother Ling, this time I put myself in the center of the storm and took a huge risk for you. Tell me, what kind of reward should I get?" She blinked her big, lively eyes with a cunning light in her eyes, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, looking like a naughty little fox.

"Don't worry, Miss Ruoxi. I, Ling Xiao, have always distinguished between gratitude and resentment. I will repay kindness and avenge hatred. Miss, you lent me a helping hand when I was in the most difficult time. I will remember this kindness in my heart."

Ling Xiao looked at Jin Ruoxi firmly, his tone decisive, "It's just that I'm busy with work now, and I can't repay the lady's kindness immediately. But please believe me, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely reward you handsomely and will never go back on my word." There was an unquestionable firmness and determination in his words.

"Brother Ling, just remember what we said today." Jin Ruoxi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing an extremely charming smile, just like the brightest star in the night sky.

"Brother Ling, why don't you stay in the Money Gang and have a good rest for a while. Now that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword has been handed over, I believe no one will plot against you anymore. Your move is quite clever, but are you really going to hand over that peerless treasure like this?"

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of curiosity and inquiry, as if she wanted to see something from Ling Xiao's face.

"What is mine will eventually come back to me. What is not mine, no matter how hard you try, will be nothing but an illusion, and it will be in vain." Ling Xiao raised his head slightly, a meaningful smile on his face. That smile seemed to hide his infinite expectations for the future and unfathomable plans, which made people unpredictable, as if he had already seen through all the changes in this world.

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Zhengqi Hall is like an unshakable giant, bearing the legends and rise and fall of countless years. The flying eaves and brackets cast a solemn silhouette under the caress of the sunlight. Every inch of bricks and stones seems to be whispering the glory and vicissitudes of the past, telling the changing situation of the world.

Saint Envoy Zhuxue returned like a gust of wind carrying a bloody smell, his eyes flashing with excitement, like a flame burning in the darkness. He glanced at Yu Zhengqi coldly.

"Quick, arrange a secret room for me, no time to lose!" Zhuxue's voice was low and urgent, with unquestionable majesty. Yu Zhengqi understood what he meant, and did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly led Zhuxue to an extremely hidden secret room.

Zhuxue stepped into the secret room, holding tightly in his arms the mysterious Black Sky Sword. He knew very well that once this treasure was sent back to the Holy Hall, he would be left with nothing but regrets. How could he easily miss such a great opportunity?

In the secret room, the light was dim and gloomy, as weak as the breath of a terminally ill person. A few rays of light struggled to squeeze in from the gaps, but they could not dispel the thick darkness. Zhuxue held up the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword with trembling hands. The sword exuded a bone-chilling chill, and the dark luster seemed to be able to swallow up all the light in the world.

As an invincible warrior in the Bao Yuan Realm, he could truly feel an overwhelming pressure at this moment, rushing towards him from the sword like a surging tide. His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to burst through his chest, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

"What does this mean?" he murmured to himself, "This undoubtedly shows that the level of this treasure is far beyond my realm!" The rumors in the martial arts world are not false. This Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword is very likely the sword used by the Demon Lord back then, and it is one of the nine divine swords.

Zhuxue could no longer suppress the desire in his heart. The desire was like surging magma, rolling in his chest. He stretched out his finger and slowly bent it. A drop of blood as red as a gem flowed out from his fingertips, drew a strange arc in the air, and slowly fell on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

At the same time, in the main hall of Zhengqitang, there was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere among the carved beams and painted buildings, as if the air was frozen by this atmosphere. Yu Zhengqi sat high on the position of the head of the sect, his eyes like a sharp blade, slowly sweeping over the three young men and women standing in front of him.