Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

vator was dead, the male cultivator knew his time was running out. He gritted his teeth and endured Qiaoqiao'er's whip strike, which tore his flesh open. He reached into his storage bag and pulled ou...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.ow, watching as Old Yu walked away. It took him a long time before he finally looked away.It's time to move on to the next plan!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!At the...