The Grim White Bones of Demon Cultivators
Liu Ming was a core disciple of the Qingyang Sect and was very familiar with Qingyang Ancestor's deeds, so he naturally knew of Li Changsheng.
"So what if I am?"
Li Changsheng countered.
Liu Ming frowned. "I have never met you, nor have I ever heard of your name. What are you doing here?"
Li Changsheng said coldly, "I came to request an audience with Qingyang Ancestor. Whether he is willing to see me is up to him."
"Request an audience with our ancestor? On what grounds?" Liu Ming asked coldly.
Li Changsheng said coldly, "I have a way to contact him. I wonder if you are interested."
"What method?"
Liu Ming's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly asked.
"I'll tell you now!" Li Changsheng reached out and touched his Storage Ring, took out a Jade Slip, and crushed it directly.
After the Jade Slip shattered, a portrait immediately emerged from within.
Seeing the portrait, Liu Ming's expression changed drastically. He cried out, "Th-this is our ancestor's portrait. You... how did you do this?"
"You need not concern yourself with that. You only need to help me deliver the Jade Slip into Qingyang Ancestor's hands. As for how I did it, that is none of your concern. If you do not agree to my conditions, there is nothing I can do." Li Changsheng spoke coldly.
Liu Ming gritted his teeth. He had never expected Li Changsheng to possess such an ability, to be able to casually destroy his ancestor's portrait and even steal it.
"Fine. What do you want?" After remaining silent for a long while, Liu Ming finally nodded and began carrying out Li Changsheng's demands.
"It is simple. I want you to remove all the bones from that mountain."
"Fine!"
Liu Ming