Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

f a blade cleaving through flesh echoed, Lu Ye drew his sword and flashed behind the ghost cultivator. He landed softly, shaking the blood from the Pinyuan Blade before sheathing it.The ghost cultivat...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.boom……>>>But this is what Lu Ye was happy to hear.Even though their own fourth senior brother is only at the fifth level of cultivation, he has a vast foundation and strength comparable to an average...