The First Saint of Dan Dao

Chapter 474: Fishless Building

"Being on good terms with Wen Ding, I believe Patriarch Zhu will not be disappointed!" Feeling Zhu Jingkong's sincerity, Tang Yan smiled brightly.

Zhu Jingkong nodded, then suddenly frowned and said worriedly, "If we let Wei Jianqing go, the Lingwu tribe might be retaliated by Yaogu. The Lingwu tribe is in danger. Does Mr. Tang have any advice?"

“It takes a lot of resources to train a king-level expert. Although Medicine Valley is powerful, the loss of 16 king-level experts at once is enough to make them feel distressed for a long time.

Wei Jianqing might not dare to go directly to the Lingwu tribe to cause trouble, but since the hatred is so deep, the masters of the Medicine Valley should arrive at the Lingwu tribe soon.

Relocation of the entire family is urgent and imperative!

Let's hurry back to Black Witch Cliff as quickly as possible and take all the Lingwu people with us to challenge for the throne. We should bide our time and wait for the right time to act!" Tang Yan arranged in a steady voice.

Zhu Jingkong was surprised. He didn't expect Tang Yan to be able to help so much. He said gratefully, "Mr. Tang, I cannot thank you enough. The Spiritual Witch Clan will always remember this kindness!"

Lei Yu has already hidden, what's the use of having more Spirit Witches... Tang Yan muttered to himself, and said sincerely: "Patriarch Zhu, please be polite. We will rise and fall together! Think about how to arrange the relocation, and take action immediately when we return to Black Woo Cliff."

Zhu Jingkong thanked him again.

……

Fang Xuan sat on the back of Qinghe. Although his face was calm, the depths of his eyes were like a cold pond. His clenched fists and whitened fingers revealed the turmoil in his heart.

I didn't expect the Huang people to be so domineering and unreasonable!

Thinking of his two brothers being hung at the gate of Zhatian Valley with their tendons cut, Fang Xuan could not control his rage and his body trembled slightly due to excessive anger.

Although they have suffered great humiliation, they cannot panic or be impulsive at this time. They must rescue Yang Jiayi and Yu Juechen safely!

With a glance, Fang Xuan sat up and looked into the distance. The outline of a city appeared, and Fang Xuan commanded Qinghe to rush towards the city.

This city is called "Chaotian City". It is a large city in the Northern Spiritual Realm. The forces inside are complicated and many powerful forces are entrenched in it.

Fang Xuan entered the city, placed Qing He in foster care, and then stopped a carriage.

"Is there a Wu Yu Tower in the city?" Fang Xuan asked.

Wu Yu Lou is a mysterious organization in the Northern Spiritual Realm, with its influence infiltrated countless corners and many connections.

The main business is intelligence and hiring. Hiring includes many projects - killing, escorting, purchasing rare treasures, negotiation, etc. As long as you pay, basically everything can be done for you.

"Yes!" the groom nodded.

"Is there a force bigger than Wu Yu Tower?" Fang Xuan asked again.

"No!" The groom shook his head.

"Let's go to Wuyu Tower." Fang Xuan jumped onto the carriage.

The carriage sped along, and a quarter of an hour later, it stopped in front of a secluded three-story building.

On the first floor shop, there is a sign that reads "Wu Yu Lou".

After paying the taxi fare, Fang Xuan walked into the building.

Behind the counter on the first floor sat a smiling middle-aged fat man.

Seeing Fang Xuan coming in, the fat man asked kindly, "What's the matter, sir?"

"Go upstairs!" Fang Xuan responded indifferently.

"Please come in, sir!" The middle-aged fat man continued to smile and led the way to the stairs.

Fang Xuan nodded, walked towards the second floor, and then went straight to the third floor without stopping.

Wu Yu Lou is divided into three floors, and each floor can handle matters at a different level and has different prices.

The first level deals with routine matters and has the lowest price. The third level deals with difficult matters and has the highest fee.

Behind the counter on the third floor sat a tall, thin old man in a gray robe.

"My name is Weng Yang. What can I do for you, young man?" the old man looked at Fang Xuan and asked.

"I have a blue crane and want to exchange it for a faster flying beast. Do you have it in stock?" Fang Xuan made his first request.

This simple demand can be solved on the first floor, but Weng Yang still patiently explained: "Yes, the Phantom Sculpture, the exchange requires an additional 200 million taels of silver.

Ba Lei Wang Peng needs an additional 1 billion taels of silver."

Fang Xuan compared it in his mind and found that the price of Wuyulou was 30% higher than the market price, but it was convenient and he could get it immediately after paying.

Without rushing to express his opinion, Fang Xuan stated his second request: "I want detailed information about the Huang Clan and why the Zhatian Valley cannot use spiritual power. Does Wuyu Tower have this information?"

Weng Yang's pupils shrank slightly.

Could it be that this kid wants to challenge the Huang Clan in Zhatian Valley?

As expected of someone who could reach the third floor, the demands he made were truly shocking.

Concentrating his mind, Weng Yang said slowly: "Zhetian Valley is not a good place. It is very difficult to find out the information inside. The entire Northern Spiritual World knows very little about the Zhetian Valley. Wuyu Tower happens to have relevant information!

If you want the information, 1 billion taels of silver! Or an item of equal value in exchange!"

Fang Xuan nodded, and asked the third request: "One hundred thousand kilograms of nebula sand, ten thousand green-tailed tiger bones, do you have any in stock?"

Although Weng Yang was used to big scenes, he was still shocked at this moment.

After a few breaths of silence, he came back to his senses and said, "Not so much. If you are not in a hurry, I can get all the goods within seven days. Forty billion taels of silver!"

Although it was a large sum of money, Fang Xuan did not hesitate. He handed over a storage bag and said, "I was in a hurry to go out, so I didn't prepare much. There are 4 billion taels of silver in it. I want to exchange it for a Tyrannical Thunder King Peng and a copy of the information of the Wilderness Clan. The remaining 2 billion will be used as a deposit for the Nebula Sand and the Green Tail Tiger Bone. I will come to pick it up in seven days and make up the balance!"

"Good!" After completing a big order, a smile appeared on Weng Yang's face.

Half an hour later, a Thunder King Peng carrying a young man flew quickly towards the Southern Wilderness.

……

That night.

Black Duck Cliff.

Tang Yan fed the Phantom Eagle a lot of pills along the way, and it took him a day and a half to get here without stopping.

Inside the rolling mountains, there is a huge cenote surrounded by towering peaks.

Many houses have been built on the surrounding rock walls. This is where the Lingwu people live.

Seeing that everything was normal inside the Black Woo Cliff, Zhu Jingkong breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that had been hanging in his stomach all the way was finally at ease.

Without waiting for the Phantom Eagle to land, Zhu Jingkong jumped off the eagle's back and landed on an altar in the middle of the valley.

He took out a wizard's staff with his right hand, quickly formed a seal with his left hand, left the mark on the staff, then held the staff with both hands and slammed it towards the altar.

The altar made a loud "bang" sound, and the altar instantly burst into a dazzling white light, illuminating the entire valley.

The entire Lingwu clan was immediately alarmed.

Countless figures quickly appeared around the altar, and soon the altar was filled with people.

"Chief, how come your strength has dropped to the heavenly level? What happened?" An old man noticed Zhu Jingkong's condition and asked anxiously.

Zhu Jingkong looked around at the tribe members, pulled Tang Yan over, and his voice spread: "Everyone, this is Tang Yan, the leader of Wen Ding. Wen Ding is the closest ally of the Lingwu tribe, and Master Tang is also the most distinguished guest of the Lingwu tribe!

Young Master Tang gave us the answer to the cultivation problem that has troubled our clan for tens of thousands of years.

In the process of practicing witchcraft, if the power of the soul is insufficient, it will cause great damage to the soul.

Over time, the carrying capacity of the soul will not be able to keep up with the growth of our strength, which will make the soul more likely to break, leading to possession, destruction of cultivation, and even death.

Young Master Tang also gave us a solution to the problem..."

Zhu Jingkong explained to his clan members the method of restoring his soul and the whole story of his feud with Yaogu, and finally said: "At this time when the Spiritual Witch Clan is in danger of extinction, we are grateful to Master Tang for not abandoning us and being willing to give us a place of shelter!

The Lingwu tribe needs to remember this kindness from generation to generation!

From now on, we will hide and strive for the throne. Remember not to reveal any of our whereabouts, otherwise it will bring disaster to our clan.

You must all remember the humiliation brought to you by Medicine Valley, cherish the hard-earned opportunity to practice, train hard, and strive to be qualified to see the light of day again as soon as possible!

Within half an hour, everyone should pack their luggage and return here immediately to wait for transfer arrangements!"