Chapter 120 Old City Lord
Chapter 120: The Old City Lord (Monthly Ticket Plus )
That separation was a separation between life and death.
The relationship between Wang Yu and his father was not very harmonious. They were more polite than close. The source of the relationship was that his biological mother died, and this incident became a knot in his father's heart.
He could understand, therefore the relationship between father and son had always been dull and not strong, besides he was a reincarnated person with memories of his past life.
Now that I am independent, I don’t feel lonely. Instead, I feel that maintaining a certain distance is a way of communication that is comfortable for both parties.
However, who can be heartless? After years of living together, the family relationship is shaky, but the foundation is very solid.
After learning the news of his father's death, he still felt very sad. Now standing in front of the tombstone, thousands of words turned into longing and were expressed.
But it was silent.
Wang Yu knelt down, kowtowed three times, then turned around and left.
It's time for revenge.
According to the address given by Old Man Ning, Wang Yu set out alone. In less than half a day, he arrived at the retirement home of the old lord of Shihu City.
Located on a hill over 700 meters high outside the city, there seems to be an unformed spiritual vein. There is thin spiritual energy in the environment, which can barely sustain the early stages of Qi training.
This was also a person who failed in his attempt to establish his foundation, just like Duan Ping, but he did not have Fatty Duan's foundation. After his failure, not only did his cultivation level fall to the fifth level of Qi training, but he also came to the end of his life.
He risked all his fortune in a desperate attempt, but failed.
Like most people in the spiritual world.
He is less than 120 years old, but he looks old. He is dying and has at most two years to live.
"crunch-"
"Who?"
The floor of the bamboo house made a creaking sound when Wang Yu stepped on it deliberately. The old city lord, who was sitting on a stool reeling in a fishing line, suddenly turned around and looked at him.
He discovered Wang Yu, but even at such a close distance he still didn't sense any presence. His face was solemn for a moment, but then relaxed.
"Do you have something to ask me, fellow Daoist?"
"Yes."
Wang Yu pulled over a stool and sat opposite the old city lord, staring at the kind-looking old man in front of him. It was him who sold him to the Nilingxue Sect.
"Fellow Daoist, please feel free to speak. I am the former mayor of Shihu City. As long as it is within this scope, I will tell you everything I know."
Wang Yu nodded without comment and joked.
"You're dying, but you seem afraid of me. Why?"
The old city lord laughed.
"My fellow Daoist has a profound level of cultivation that is unfathomable. He was able to come to my side without making any noise. He is definitely not your opponent. I am dying... but I still have a few years to live."
"I see, that's good news."
It is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. This is the truth, so I asked.
"I want to know about the soul slave trading business. Was it the Nilingxue Sect that you contacted, or was it the old man surnamed Ning who contacted you?"
The old city lord was startled and smiled indifferently.
“So that’s what happened. This matter is not a secret at the top. The three major Yuanying forces near the Broken Boundary Mountains are all involved. They sent many seedlings that have no value for cultivation to the Demon Realm.
“You can also earn some spirit stones. At first, only Jindan cultivators were doing it. When the scale became large, it alarmed the Yuanying ancestors and even triggered the war between good and evil three hundred years ago.
“After this battle, this business was retained. Shihu City is small in scale and joined late, more than ten years ago. Since you know Old Man Ning, you should also know his style of doing things.
"I am a Qi training cultivator, how could I be qualified to contact him? He came to me. During the first transaction, they prepared the list.
"After all, I didn't know about this at the time and was not prepared."
Wang Yu frowned.
“Which batch sixteen years ago was the first batch?”
"Sixteen years ago...yes, that's right."
The old city lord was a little surprised. Before he could think about it, Wang Yu asked the second question.
"What does Lingjiu Sect need so many young girls for? Moreover, they are all mortals, with few of them cultivating." This question made the old city lord silent. He opened his mouth with difficulty and reached for his heart.
"This matter... Daoist friend, please don't investigate. I have been restricted. If I tell anyone, I will surely die. I want to live for two more years and fish for another two years."
"Ah--"
Wang Yu's expression turned cold.
"If you tell me, you can live. If you don't tell me, you will die now."
The old city lord didn't expect that Wang Yu still wanted to kill him even though he was so cooperative. It seemed that there was some old grudge and he came to find him on purpose.
Instead of seeking information because of his former status as the city lord.
broken!
With a bad premonition in his mind, the old city lord forced a smile, took a few steps back and said:
“Fellow Daoist, it’s not that I don’t want to, but the water is too deep. The foundation-building cultivators are just pawns. I don’t know much. I have only sent some mortal women to Lingjiu Sect over the years.
"If you insist on investigating, not only will I die, but you will also be unable to escape. This is a disaster..."
Boom——
Suddenly, a talisman exploded behind Wang Yu, and a deep red lava fireball ignited the entire bamboo house, and the old city lord escaped from the sea of fire.
When he quickly took out the flying magic weapon and was about to go up, a faint voice sounded in his ears.
"Where are you going?"
Wang Yu, covered in black armor, stood beside the old city lord unharmed, his hand already pinching the back of his neck, with that cold and irresistible force.
It almost froze all his blood.
The old city lord had a sad face and said in an almost pleading tone: "Daoyou, I really can't say it unless I want to!"
"Then I'll lend you my soul."
When the soul-devouring special effect was activated, the old city lord's face changed drastically.
"I said! I said!"
"It's desire—"
slap.
Just as he uttered a word, the old city lord's head suddenly exploded in front of Wang Yu, and only a little bit of his soul was absorbed by the black evil armor.
"Desire? Desire for what..."
Wang Yu felt a little regretful. It seemed that he was really under restriction and the management was so strict. It was a pity that he was not a Jindan cultivator and did not know the secret method of searching souls.
Looking at the extra ghost face on the Black Evil Armor, my mind couldn't help but wander.
"I don't know if this kind of residual soul can be extracted and searched again."
Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.
No matter how he deals with it, the old city lord is going to die. The things involved behind this are much bigger than he imagined. It seems that he should not get too involved in it.
Wang Wu must also know about this.
After all, it was he who proposed the idea of offering young women as tribute, and he even contributed his own sister. Over the past five years, Shihu City suffered a lot of persecution.
It is not clear whether Old Man Ning’s mission is related to this matter.
"Yu... maybe it's someone's name."
He made up his mind to confiscate all the property of the old city lord. In fact, there were only a few spirit stones, and all his savings were used to buy the Blood-Reversing Pill.
It is far less than the wealth of Wang Yu, the richest man in the Qi training stage.
The additional chapters have been completed here, and there will be a supply for the future. I will continue to add more when the standards are reached. The plot of returning home will involve the subsequent main line. Around the day after tomorrow, we will be able to see the protagonist taking the spiritual roots.
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