#810 - Chapter 810: The Willing One Takes the Bait

Xuan raised his head and looked up, only to see a plaque with several large characters written in ink: "Bounty Pavilion!"

On either side were a pair of couplets, with flamboyant calligraphy, the ink on them seemingly not yet dry, as if it could drip at any moment.

However, Xuan only glanced at them indifferently, then calmly turned his gaze away, making it impossible for others to discern what he was thinking.

This floor was white, a dense white exuding a misty sense of mystery, attracting people to walk deeper inside.

As if remembering something, Xuan suddenly said, "Isn't it forbidden to enter here?"

Wenren Er and the old woman paused upon hearing this, exchanging a quick glance.

Wenren Er chuckled subtly and said, "Of course, it's forbidden to enter."

The old woman quickly added, "The items we brought this time are special, and can only be exchanged on this floor."

Xuan smiled and said, "I see, how thoughtful."

"Then let's hurry, or the Bounty Pavilion might close for the night," the old woman urged anxiously.

Hearing this, Xuan raised his head to look at the old woman, then at the sky in the distance.

In the time it took to speak, the midday sun had already descended behind the mountains.

Xuan looked at the orange sky in the distance and smiled, "Then I'll have to trouble you to lead the way, Madam."

The tone of mockery in Xuan's voice was so obvious that the old woman staggered, almost tripping on the threshold.

However, she pretended not to hear and straightened her back as she walked inside.

Behind Xuan, Wenren Er also urged, "Lord Xuan, let's go quickly."

As the three entered the main hall, the entire hall lit up automatically.

In the misty white room, it appeared mysterious and noble.

A person silently appeared before the three, with a slender figure and a hint of charm in every gesture.

Before Xuan could answer, Wenren Er preemptively said, "We're here to exchange…"

"What exchange could possibly bring you here to me?"

The person interrupted Wenren Er before he could finish speaking.

"This, I…"

This topmost pavilion was also the first time Wenren Er and the old woman, Shui Xin Yue, had come here. Seeing this person before them, they were immediately flustered.

Seeing the person's gaze growing darker and darker, Xuan said calmly, "You'll know when you see it."

As Xuan spoke, he threw a purplish-blue bag on the ground, his eyes indifferent, as if it were none of his business.

Seeing Xuan's action, the person's gaze darkened.

However, a hand on the ground was one step ahead of him, picking up the item. As it opened, a sharp voice pierced the air.

"Pavilion, Pavilion Lord, this…"

"What is it?" The man, addressed as Pavilion Lord, tensed up at the sound of the voice.

"The thing you've been looking for."

The hand moved quickly in the air, reaching the Pavilion Lord in the blink of an eye.

With just one glance, the Pavilion Lord looked up at the three of them and said, "We, the Bounty Pavilion, want this thing. Name your price."

"We don't want money. Nor do we want contribution points."

As soon as Xuan said this, the other three present changed their expressions.

Especially the Pavilion Lord, whose gaze at Xuan seemed to say that Xuan was utterly foolish.

To Xuan's left and right, Wenren Er and Shui Xin Yue were also shocked. The way they looked at Xuan was very meaningful, but in front of the Pavilion Lord, they didn't say anything.

"Then what are your conditions?" the Pavilion Lord asked cautiously.

This person appeared suddenly, with a hint of familiarity in his unfamiliarity.

This forced the Pavilion Lord to be vigilant.

Those who could reach his top floor were not easy to deal with.

He recognized Wenren Er and Shui Xin Yue, but their strength was low, and the Pavilion Lord easily ignored them.

Xuan said calmly, "I want the head of the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race."

"What?"

The three people in the hall besides Xuan were all taken aback.

Xuan's words were unexpected to everyone.

After all, the last demon who said such a thing was already dead.

The Pavilion Lord was indeed someone who had seen great storms. He pondered for a moment and quickly recovered.

He extended his hand in a gesture of invitation and said, "Everyone, this deal cannot be made. Huo will not see you off. Please leave."

Wenren Er and Shui Xin Yue hurriedly walked out.

Suddenly, they heard Xuan say, "What if I insist on not leaving?"

Hearing this, Wenren Er and Shui Xin Yue were immediately frightened out of their wits, wishing they could immediately step forward and cover Xuan's mouth.

Others might not know who this Bounty Pavilion Lord Huo was, but they, as natives of Demon Isle City, knew very well.

This Pavilion Lord Huo seemed calm on the surface, but among the Pavilion Lords of the Bounty Pavilion, he did not have a good reputation.

From another perspective, how could someone who could reach the highest position of Pavilion Lord in the Bounty Pavilion be as simple as he appeared?

"Then I'm sorry."

"Close the door and beat the dog!"

At Pavilion Lord Huo's command, the entire hall door closed instantly, and countless pale hands suddenly stretched out from the ground, dragging the three of them down.

…

Qian Mian Tuo and the others waited until midnight.

There was still no news from Xuan's side.

Qian Mian Tuo and the others had no choice but to open a hotel in Demon Isle City nearby and stay there temporarily.

They were not worried that something would happen to Xuan, but they were worried that acting rashly would disrupt Lord Xuan's plan.

In any case, Lord Xuan was also General Ye Ling's number one general. If something happened to him, it would be inexcusable.

In the River of Time and Space, Ye Kong was as still as an old monk in meditation, patiently fishing.

After a long time, the small fishing rod shook violently.

Ye Kong was overjoyed and quickly pulled up the small fishing rod.

He saw that the Space-Time Spirit Dragon at the end of the small fishing rod was gone, and a wisp of black gas was wrapped around the end of the fishing rod.

Ye Kong narrowed his eyes coldly. This person's appetite was really not small, even daring to swallow the Space-Time Spirit Dragon. Then what else wouldn't they dare to swallow?

Ye Kong suddenly sneered, his figure standing still, looking forward: "Come out, let's talk."

Ye Kong's words fell, but there was no movement on the other side.

It was as if everything was just Ye Kong's wishful thinking and illusion.

Ye Kong was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

He was sure that the person behind this swallowing of the Space-Time Spirit Dragon definitely had a bigger plan.

A Space-Time Spirit Dragon definitely couldn't fill his appetite.

After a long time, just as Ye Kong was about to fall asleep, suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from the black gas.

One hand held an eye, and the other hand held a mouth.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

The mouth in the palm of the hand moved and uttered a few very vague words.

Ye Kong's eyes flashed and said, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

"Heh, heh, heh…" A sudden burst of laughter came, causing Ye Kong's face to turn cold.