Fifteen bodies.
It was a little fewer than the twenty he had demanded just now, but Fourth Tier Demonic Corpses were not cabbages by the roadside. They had already dug up ancestral graves; being unable to scrape together enough really was normal.
As for what Peng Qing and Chief Hei had said in private, it was not important. At most, it was compensation in other areas. They still needed something from Wang Yu, and they were unwilling to offend Gold Abundance Pavilion.
As the envoy, Peng Qing's attitude itself explained many things. As for the spirit pill the Five-Colored Saint Lord had requested him to refine, it was not for cultivation, nor was it used to break through a bottleneck.
Instead, it was a spirit pill whose main effect was to repair injuries to the soul. Wang Yu suspected it had been prepared for the Azure Dragon Old Ancestor, only he had no evidence or clues, and guesses conjured out of thin air could not be taken as basis.
After inspecting them once.
Wang Yu satisfactorily tucked the Storage Bag into his robes and said in a deep voice.
"The matter of the Demon Cat Clan ends here. Wang still has a second matter he would like to ask Brother Peng Qing for."
As a Shapeshifting Great Demon, Peng Qing had golden-blue feather plumes growing only at the sideburns on both cheeks. In appearance, he was actually no different from a human, and even some of his subtle expressions were vividly lifelike.
After these repeated incidents, he was somewhat irritated, but he still endured it and said, "Alchemist Wang, please speak. If it is within my duties, I will not shirk it."
"I want to meet the Sky Roc King once. Can you arrange it?"
"This... wait a moment."
Peng