Demonic Cultivator's Secret Plot

Han Ming entered the secret chamber, her mind on guard.

In the secret chamber, there were only two people.

"Welcome, welcome." Sun Lingtong clapped her hands from the main seat, her tone enthusiastic.

The main seat was in the center, with a row of three seats on each side.

On the row to Sun Lingtong's left, in the middle seat, sat an old man. His face was weathered, his expression gloomy. Seeing Han Ming arrive, he cast a scrutinizing gaze.

Han Ming's eyes flickered slightly as she also looked at the old man, finding his face somewhat familiar.

After thinking for a moment, she recalled in her mind: He's the mechanism master from the Black Market who sold the As-You-Wish Rope.

"Please sit, please sit," Sun Lingtong beckoned.

Han Ming sat in the right row, but chose the furthest seat, which was also closest to the exit of the secret chamber.

"Sun Lingtong, you offered a hefty sum to invite me here. What do you want me to do? Just say it," Han Ming asked directly as soon as she sat down.

Han Ming was a Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivator. Her face was delicate and beautiful, yet it had a layer of grayish-green, and coupled with the constant emission of chilling energy, she possessed a strange, cold beauty.

Sun Lingtong clapped her hands and praised, "Straightforward! Good, I'll get straight to the point."

"I want to deal with Sun Lie. After thinking it over, Han Ming, you are the most suitable collaborator."

Han Ming let out an "oh," her eyebrows slightly raised. "You also want the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill?"

A year ago, Sun Lie refined eighteen Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills. After delivering them to the Zhou Family, he was going to distribute the remaining ones on the spot.

Sun Lie was generous and unrestrained, and was even drunk at the time. He said that cultivators who were interested in competing could have a match on the spot, and the winner would take all.

Han Ming happened to be present.

She was an outer disciple of the Soul Devouring Sect, cultivating the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art. The Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill was very suitable for her and of extremely high value.

She immediately participated in the competition. However, there were many enemies and the competition was fierce. She was forced to use her demonic cultivation, directly killing one Foundation Establishment cultivator and severely injuring three others.

Because of this, her identity as a Demonic Cultivator was exposed.

Sun Lie would certainly not give the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill to a Demonic Cultivator in public.

Han Ming had no choice but to flee.

Ning Zhuo spoke, his voice hoarse and slow, "Who wouldn't want the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill?"

Sun Lingtong nodded. "In fact, we want more."

"Sun Lie is a grand master alchemist. He has been living in Fire Persimmon Immortal City for over a year, and those seeking pills are endless."

"His success rate in alchemy is extremely high. For every request completed, he basically has a few pills left over."

"I have investigated: on the shelves of his pill storage room, there are hundreds of bottles of pills!"

Han Ming nodded slightly, already tempted.

The incident of her identity being exposed happened a year ago. Until now, she had not left Fire Persimmon Immortal City because she was unwilling to give up and wanted to scheme for the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill.

Over the past year, she had gathered a lot of information and probed Sun Lie several times, but had always returned empty-handed.

Han Ming said, "Sun Lie is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and his combat strength is considerable."

"At the same time, he is a grand master alchemist and is treated with courtesy by the City Lord's Mansion, residing in the Purple Sun Villa."

"The Purple Sun Villa is an asset of the City Lord's Mansion, and the protective formation within the courtyard is connected to the Immortal City's grand formation."

"Therefore, the Purple Sun Furnace in the villa can utilize the grand formation to draw upon the endless earth fire of Fire Persimmon Mountain for alchemy."

"Not to mention the guards in the Purple Sun Villa, even the protective formation is not something we can quickly breach."

"Once we get bogged down, we'll have to face the City Guard rushing in from all directions."

Sun Lingtong laughed heartily, "Han Ming, don't forget where I come from. Look at this!"

Saying that, Sun Lingtong took out a talisman.

Han Ming's gaze swept over it, and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes, "A Formation Breaking Talisman? Excellent!"

"I agree to this matter."

"But let's be clear first, I want at least three Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills!"

Sun Lingtong smiled without speaking.

Ning Zhuo snorted coldly, "You're dreaming! You should be happy if you get one."

"If it weren't for the fact that the agreed-upon personnel haven't arrived, how could we temporarily add an outsider like you?"

Han Ming's face turned cold, her killing intent overflowing. She stared at Ning Zhuo, her eyes narrowed, "The last Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator who treated me with such an attitude died a year ago. There are also three other heavily injured Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators."

Ning Zhuo chuckled coldly, "Do you think this old man is one of those wastes?"

As he spoke, his hair condensed, forming thick, long black whips, like pythons raising their heads. Under his cloak, mechanical flying birds poked out their heads, a dozen pairs of bird eyes emitting electric light, scrutinizing Han Ming.

Han Ming's heart tightened.

Fire Persimmon Immortal City was covered by a grand formation. Cultivators like her, who primarily relied on spells for combat, were at a great disadvantage when fighting.

Considering the suppression of the grand formation, body cultivators, corpse cultivators, beast tamers, and mechanical cultivators actually gained a lot of advantages.

Han Ming couldn't see through Ning Zhuo's background. What she knew was that this person made a living by selling As-You-Wish Ropes and had earned a lot of money. And to have so much money and still be alive now, he was naturally far from simple.

Sun Lingtong clapped her hands, breaking the tense atmosphere, "Alright, alright."

"We are here to cooperate, not to fight to the death."

"Han Ming, you come from a major Demonic Cultivator sect, and your strength is very high. But I tell you, the Tassel-Haired Wanderer will absolutely not be weaker than you."

Han Ming snorted coldly and withdrew her killing intent.

Ning Zhuo also dispersed the black whips, and his cloak retracted, covering the restless flock of Thunder Stillness Birds.

Sun Lingtong seized the opportunity and said, "This time, only the three of us will be attacking the Purple Sun Villa. For the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills we seize, each of us is guaranteed one."

"The actual situation is really hard to say. Regardless of the quantity, it will be divided according to our specific contributions to the operation."

"What do you two think?"

Silence fell in the secret room.

Ning Zhuo remained silent.

Han Ming, on the other hand, was deep in thought.

She didn't trust Ning Zhuo, but she trusted Sun Lingtong. Sun Lingtong came from the Unempty Gate, and the Unempty Gate and the Soul Devouring Sect were both major sects in the world. Their statuses were equal.

Furthermore, Sun Lingtong had been in charge of the Fire Persimmon Immortal City's Black Market for so many years, and her own credibility was very high.

He's the local boss here. Since he wants to attack Purple Sun Villa, he naturally has confidence.

If I miss this opportunity, how long will I have to wait if I rely on myself?

Thinking of this, Han Ming nodded slightly, her tone cold: "I agree."

Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo.

Only then did Ning Zhuo nod: "Very well, let's sign the contract."

Purple Sun Villa.

Alchemy room.

Sun Lie and Meng Chong stood before the Purple Sun Furnace.

This pill furnace was more than two people tall, occupying almost half the space in the alchemy room. Its red copper body radiated intense heat.

Meng Chong examined the Purple Sun Furnace, still not having recovered from what he had just heard: "Old Sun, you want me to put myself in the furnace and roast me like medicinal ingredients?"

Sun Lie picked up his gourd, took a gulp of strong liquor, his cheeks slightly flushed: "Hahaha, that's right!"

Meng Chong frowned, puzzled: "Refining pills with a person, isn't this a Demonic Cultivator's alchemy method?"

Sun Lie rolled his eyes: "What Demonic Cultivator method?"

"Among the hundred arts of cultivation, practicality is king. Whichever method is good, use that one. Righteous path or demonic path, they are both cultivating and seeking immortality. What's the essential difference?"