"Fellow Daoist, you offered a million Yin Stones without batting an eye. This humble one truly admires you. However, it seems you've forgotten something—there should also be five drops of essence blood, shouldn't there?"
Qin Fengming accepted the storage ring tossed over by the other party. At the same time, he flipped his hand, and the token appeared in his palm. Without the slightest restraint, he directly demanded it.
Of course, he knew that the middle-aged cultivator Xue had acted that way to show goodwill toward him. But Qin Fengming naturally had no intention of letting him off so easily. Since he was going to offend the hundred-plus cultivators present, he might as well offend them thoroughly.
No matter how illustrious the other party's background was, as long as they were inside Yellow Springs Palace, could his elders really come here and do anything to him?
When Qin Fengming said this, the entire scene immediately erupted in uproar.
Quite a few people naturally knew the middle-aged man's origins. The old man Ximen had recruited several cultivators to his side through sheer strength, while the middle-aged cultivator Xue had subdued everyone through skillful methods.
Although he had appeared many times as well, as long as the others heard his identity, most of them would immediately lower their heads and admit defeat.
Xue Yue was a direct descendant of an reclusive family in Sangyu Prefecture. Although every cultivator had heard of the Xue family, very few truly understood it.
All they knew was that the Xue family was hidden within Mihuang Marsh. Mihuang Marsh stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, and over the past tens of thousands of years, no matter what cultivation level they had reached, not a single cultivator who entered had ever emerged alive.
Of course, that excluded