Mortal Mage

In the ring space, inside the fire escape formation.

He Yihu paced in circles, his brows slightly furrowed, his face suppressing anxiety.

"elder brother!"

There was some anger in his eyes and some irritation in his tone; "We have been trapped in this monster's hellhole for three months!"

He Yiping sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly narrowed, and remained silent.

"Are we really going to die here?"

He Yihu stared at He Yiping and suddenly roared.

He Yiping raised his eyelids and shot a cold look at his brother, with sarcasm between his eyebrows; "If you hadn't been greedy for the beauty of that fox demon, how could you have ended up like this?"

"I am greedy for the beauty of the fox demon?"

He Yihu clenched his fists, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes, but was immediately covered by anger. He gritted his teeth and glared at He Yiping, mocking him, "If you hadn't sent a message saying that the boy was rich, would I have followed you to this point?"

He Yiping narrowed his eyes again, pointed his finger at the surroundings of the Fire Escape Formation, and asked in a cold tone: "What do you think of the things in his ring?"

He Yihu glanced outside the formation, his fists clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound, and he kept his words in his stomach.

"He is a useless spirit in the Qi Refining Stage, but he has assets comparable to that of a sect. Now that he has been discovered by you and me, do you think he will let you and me go?"

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"what to do?

He Yiping suddenly opened his eyes, stared at He Yihu coldly, and said word by word; "Become a dog who kneels down to lick him, and maybe you can save your life."

"You are crazy!"

He Yihu's face was filled with anger, and his eyes were bloodshot; "We have been practicing the golden elixir for six hundred years, and you let me..." His next words were stuck in his throat, and his expression became more and more uneasy.

"if not?"

He Yiping's voice was filled with a growing sense of despair. "You can also commit suicide now. He might dislike the stench of your corpse and throw you out of this storage ring."

He Yihu's breathing became heavy when he heard this, and his fists clenched with a crisp "cracking" sound.

After an unknown amount of time, he let go dejectedly, his anger gradually subsided, and he stared blankly at the dark space above his head.

Zhang Mingxuan watched the conversation between the two.

If these two people sincerely surrender, it may not be a bad thing.

But sincerity is something that cannot be seen.

Apart from Hao Fen, he had no other means to restrain the two Jindan stage cultivators.

He didn't want the other party to use his cashier ring, which would lead to a fight to the death and attract several Mahayana monks.

After thinking it over, he probed his consciousness into the ring and asked the two of them meaningfully, "How about a deal?"

The two men looked up suddenly when they saw someone talking above their heads. He Yiping raised his hand to block He Yihu and asked first; "No problem!"

Zhang Mingxuan thought that the other party was going to be very determined, but he didn't expect to be agreed immediately. This changed his opinion of the two people.

These two people really have no other tricks left.

"Are you so willing to agree?"

"What if you don't agree?"

"good."

Seeing that He Yiping was so sensible, Zhang Mingxuan saved himself a lot of trouble and continued, "First of all, I can't send you two out for the time being."

He Yihu wanted to speak, but He Yiping raised his hand to stop him again. He looked up at the dark sky and said, "We two can swear to never reveal the secrets of your ring and demon slave."

"No need to swear an oath. My secret is only temporary."

Zhang Mingxuan thought for a moment, weighed his words, and then said, "I'll ask you two a few questions first, and then we'll talk about the deal."

A hint of suspicion flashed across He Yiping's eyes, but he still nodded; "Ask."

"Did you two kill me on your own initiative, or was it someone else's decision?"

"Qing Lan ordered us to find an opportunity to see why you are not clean."

"What do you mean? Is there anyone unclean in the sect?"

There was curiosity in Zhang Mingxuan's tone. He came from the lower realm and knew nothing about this world.

Could it be because he came from the underworld?

Thinking of this, doubts arose in his heart.

Then, He Yiping continued, "You are from Cuiyun Realm, right?"

"Ok?"

"The Cuiyun Realm is a realm where the four major sects keep captive animals, used to cultivate monsters and select spiritual roots!"

He Yiping's tone was icy; "The disciples don't know about this, but we deacons know it very well. Because the people who come from Cuiyun are carefully selected, and their spiritual roots and talents are incomparable to the cultivators in this world. Once they stand out in Cuiyun, they will be spotted by the elders of the sects in this world and directly led to this world (Daochu Realm) through flying instruments. If they are undisciplined, they will be quietly wiped out. The four major sects don't need too many uncontrolled 'geniuses'."

The maximum flying speed of the Flying Shrimp Beast is just at the initial stage of the Golden Core. If it were a master above the Spirit Transformation Stage, with the help of some flying magic tools, he would probably not take the distance of billions of miles seriously.

Zhang Mingxuan was shocked when he heard this, and his judgment of the situation, which had been clear before, became unclear.

Although he thought that Cuiyun might be a sub-realm of the Daochu Realm, he did not expect that this was actually a world jointly maintained by the four major sects.

But he didn't say anything, and waited for the two to continue explaining.

He Yihu continued He Yiping's words; "Qinglan said you were from Cuiyun, but he smelled the remnant of demonic energy on you, so he asked my brother and me to find out the details of your demonic energy." He then said, "We never thought that you, with your useless spiritual roots, would not only use middle-grade spiritual stones, but also have a fox demon slave by your side." His voice was filled with some annoyance; "It's my brother and I's fault for being so arrogant. We didn't expect that your demon slave would exceed the third level."

If it was true as the two said, that this matter had nothing to do with Qinglan, he could actually hand the person back to the Sword Sect and let the sect decide his fate, and Yu Shitao would also be spared from being implicated.

But now he has locked these two people in the ring, which has exposed the "wealth" in the ring and the fox demon's cultivation.

He couldn't be sure how Qing Lan would react after she knew what was in his ring and the fox demon's rank.

Kill people and steal treasures, or continue to regard yourself as the 'grandson-in-law'.

We must handle this situation with caution and not make the same mistake again.

After a moment of silence, he continued to ask, "Do you two know the origin of Cuiyun Realm?"

Hearing this, the two shook their heads in denial.

I guess it's impossible for these two to know what happened to Cuiyun tens of thousands of years ago. I was just asking a nonsense question.

He didn't have such a strong intention to kill these two people at this moment, but he would not let them go so easily.

"Let's talk about the deal next."

Zhang Mingxuan tried to make his voice sound calm. "Give me your lion horses and the storage bag."

"Don't even think about it!"

Before Zhang Mingxuan could finish his words, He Yihu refused outright.

"I just said, this is a deal."

Zhang Mingxuan used his spiritual sense to mobilize the jade slips, spirit stones, and flying swords in his ring, and circled them around the two-person fire escape formation. He whispered, "Are the things in your two storage bags better than the things in my ring?"

He Yiping and He Yihu glanced around, and all they saw were jade slips, spiritual stones, flying swords and magical weapons.

However, those flying swords and magical weapons did not have any spiritual power fluctuations, as if they were dead objects.

"Let him continue."

He Yiping pushed He Yihu to the ground.

This piece of ground is just a small piece of bluestone floor in Yu Shitao's backyard.

"When I break through to the Nascent Soul stage, I will release you two and repay you double."

Zhang Mingxuan's lips curled up into a long-lost smile; "Of course, before I break through to the Nascent Soul stage, I will also treat you two to delicious food and drinks."

"What period of time!"

He Yihu broke free from He Yiping who was holding him down, and laughed angrily, "You have a useless spiritual root. It will take at least 12,000 years for you to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, not to mention that you need an immortal-grade foundation-building pill to build your foundation. Are you kidding us?"