The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 6: Do you want to die?
The steward raised his head and looked at where the voice started, and found that it was a room on the eighth floor. After thinking about it for a while, he knew which sect it was.
According to Baoshuju’s rules, he could not identify the other party, smiled and said, “Why do my friends say this?”
The cold voice said: “Don’t say anything more, calm down, we must get the borneol. Let’s start the auction now.”
The manager was slightly angry when he heard the words, and he calmed himself down, and said gently: “They are all in the same way, why bother to do so?”
The man sneered, and said, “Follow the rules, what’s the problem?”
The manager slightly narrowed his eyes, wondering if he was here to make trouble, and said with a cold expression: “Your Excellency should know that this is Chaonan City.”
“Of course I know it is Chaonancheng.”
The man in the room on the eighth floor mocked and said: “Why don’t you just say the name of the Qingshan Sect?”
The manager said in a cold voice: “What about you? Don’t you dare to be disrespectful to Qingshan!”
“Of course I dare not, but you think the Qingshan Sect will take care of you now? I really want to know, your Baoshuju is still so arrogant, where is the confidence!”
the man sneered.
After hearing this, the steward finally knew why the other party dared to be so arrogant.
Two years ago, Qingshan Bihu Peak changed to the sky… Baoshuju lost its biggest backer, but how did the other party know about it?
”Speaking of arrogance, it is no better than the three of you. When I came to our South Hezhou, I actually dared to grab something from Guocheng Temple.”
The manager no longer cares about the so-called rules, sneered and pointed out the origin of the other party.
If the people from the Sandu faction still insist on the sedative borneol, let them go and confront the Guocheng Temple.
Listening to the name of the Sandu faction, there was a sound of discussion in the building.
Sandu faction is a Western sword faction, and its reputation is not very strong, but because it is a vassal of Kunlun faction, no one is willing to provoke it.
The window of that room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a cold expression stood in front of the window, looked at the steward downstairs and sneered, then looked at the old monk in Guocheng Temple and said, “Master, it’s not This school wants to fight against your temple, but I sent the young master who is seriously ill and needs to be treated with borneol, so I can’t give in.”
The middle-aged man was rude to Baoshuju, but he was quite respectful to Guocheng Temple.
Listening to this, many people are a little puzzled. Dingshen Borneol is not really a rare miraculous medicine, but just recently the ghost-eyed dace appeared in Chaonan City, and the people were frightened and sick, and Guocheng Temple would personally come forward. The Sandu Sect is a vassal of the Kunlun Sect, and the Kunlun Sect is closely related to the Zhenbei Shenjun. If the head of the Sandu Sect is seriously ill, how can he not get this medicine?
The middle-aged man knew what everyone was thinking, and said: “The young master came to Nanhe Zhou to play, unfortunately, he was poisoned in Yingcheng…”
The noise is coming again, and everyone seems to know the origin of that flower poison.
If it is really the work of that cruel sister, the young master of the Sandu faction is indeed pitiful.
Flower poison does not cause death, but it makes people very itchy, extremely uncomfortable, but if you have perseverance, you can get better after ten days of hardship.
The question is, how can the people of the Sandu faction watch their little master suffer such inhuman torture?
”We must take away the ice flakes. As for the mortals in Chaonan City…it can only be regarded as bad luck.”
said the middle-aged man.
Hearing this, there was not much objection in the building. Kindness should be there, but in the eyes of practitioners, the lives of mortals are really nothing, especially when the object of comparison is themselves.
The old monk of Guocheng Temple naturally disagrees with this statement, but he is a little bad at words, just shook his head and sighed.
In the room on the seventh floor, Zhao Layue was a little confused, and asked: “This kind of small sect, why are you not afraid of Guocheng Temple?”
Jing Jiu said: “The monk has a good temper.”
This is about the behavior style of Guocheng Temple, or the reputation that has been formed in the spiritual world for countless years.
Of course, this is also in Chaonancheng, the inland of the dynasty, and placed in the north. Who dares to be disrespectful to Guocheng Temple? If the Sandu faction dared to fight for medicine with Guocheng Temple, it would be torn to pieces by the angry people on the spot, and the Fengdao Sect would not be able to let it go, saying that it would not go directly to Kunlun.
Although the practitioners in the building acquiesced in the saying of the middle-aged people of the Sandu School, this is the Chaonan City after all, and the senior monks of Guocheng Temple need medicine to treat the patients. Why are they willing to watch Jian Xiu from the West easily take care of it? The medicine was taken away, and there were many bids at the beginning of the auction, and the borneol soon surpassed its original value.
三都派 did not show any weakness, no matter what price they offer, they will continue to increase the price.
There are many crystal mines in Kunlun Mountain. Although the Sandu faction is not as rich as the Kunlun faction, there are no fewer crystals.
As time goes by, the price of Dingshen ice flakes has been raised higher and higher, and those sects have to gradually retreat.
Even if they want to use Ding Shen borneol to make fruit into a temple, they have to consider the current price.
Seeing that the Dingshen borneol was going to be owned by Sandu faction, suddenly the steward smiled and said a word.
“Xuanzi Room No. B, there is a Xuancao Dan.”
Hearing this, there was a silence in the building, then an uproar.
Xuancao Dan is a famous product of Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou. It is said that it must be made by Xiaotiandi copper furnace.
Regardless of its efficacy or value, Xuancao Pill is more than a hundred times more precious than Dingshen Borneol.
Why is the person in that room willing to buy a Profound Grass Pill to buy Dingshen Borneol? Do they also want to make good fruit and become a monk? But the price is too high.
Everyone in the Sandu faction was also very shocked, and they were speechless and did not know what to do.
The middle-aged man sneered, motioned not to increase the fare, and sat back, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qifeng turns steeply, and no one thought that Dingshen Borneol would be assigned this way.
Unexpectedly, the window of the house on the seventh floor never opened, and the man seemed to have no intention of meeting the monks of Guocheng Temple.
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The steward who presided over the auction personally delivered the Dingshen borneol to Room No. 2 Xuanzi~IndoMTL.com~ and lowered his head very carefully, without looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue got up to leave.
The manager respectfully handed a small wooden box with both hands.
Jing Jiu took the wooden box and opened it.
Zhao Layue took a look and found that it was the Xuancao Pill. After a little thought, he understood the meaning of Baoshuju and was quite satisfied.
The steward reminded them a few words in a low voice, suggesting that they can sit down again and wait until the boss comes to meet.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue knew what he meant, but they ignored it. The auction was really boring. Obviously, there were no clues, so they still stay here to do more.
Looking at the two figures walking down the corridor, the weird man, who thought he didn’t know where he came from, had to inform the owner quickly.
Today was originally a play arranged by Baoshuju. When they knew that the doctors and monks of Guocheng Temple needed to calm down borneol, the general content of the scene was settled. They wanted to use this matter to help Baoshuju. Some good reputations, or to confess to the immortal masters who have come to Qingshan in the past few days, but when I thought that the Sandu faction suddenly jumped out and almost acted in another drama.
The manager thought again that the two of them didn’t pass the borneol to the doctor monk of Guocheng Temple through themselves. Are they planning to find each other in private?
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Not far away from Baoshu, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were stopped by the Sandu faction.
Jing Jiu has not encountered such a thing for many years, and Zhao Layue has only seen such a story in a book, and feels that there is nothing new and very boring.
She looked at them and asked seriously: “Do you want to die?”
The people from the Sandu faction didn’t have time to threaten each other, but when they heard such a question, they couldn’t help being stunned.