Whether the Golden Crow could live on the third level of the Monster Derivation Pagoda was still unknown.
His instincts told Lu Bei to give up. It's impossible. Don't waste your effort. Rather than waste time, he might as well launch a Sneak Attack in disguise and forcibly farm some experience before the Mahayana Stage Fox Spirit could react.
This concerned his main cultivation technique, so Lu Bei had no choice. The Golden Crow was the most likely option now, and would remain so in the future.
If even the Golden Crow failed, there would be no way to rent out the third level.
"Phew, I set the bar too high."
Lu Bei sighed and analyzed the causes and consequences. It was all Mo Buxiu's fault. Who could blame him for giving Lu Bei such excellent bloodlines? He had gone straight for the Great Peng. The first level housed the Golden Winged Great Peng, and only the Kunpeng could suppress it on the second level. Then the third level had been left empty.
Mo Buxiu: (fire)
What did this have to do with him? Who could have known that Lu Bei's Monster Derivation Pagoda had three levels? Normal people lived in one-room bungalows. Forget about two floors—even attics with windows were nonexistent.
Lu Bei refined the golden flames. From then on, the Nine-Tailed Fox Tribe would have no more Essence Blood of the First Generation Monster Emperor to use, which counted as fulfilling Fox Two's request.
Qing Shang was devastated. His face was filled with the grief of someone who had lost the First Generation Monster Emperor, but he did not dare reveal it in front of Lu Bei. Only after Lu Bei left did he kneel before the Crystal Wall and howl in anguish.
His heart was bitter, but