"Giggle, giggle... You have quite the sharp tongue for a junior. Follow your big sister in a while, and I'll take you away." Baili Yuxi glanced at Qin Fengming, her delicate and beautiful face suddenly curling into a faint smile.
"That sounds wonderful. I'll stick with you, Big Sister. You have to protect me."
Qin Fengming was naturally not frightened. He immediately climbed up the pole, his honeyed address rolling sweetly from his lips.
The cultivators around them were speechless. Faced with such a situation, this Mahayana cultivator, who had been offered a bounty by Golden Immortal Yan Rong for capture, could still laugh. If it had been them, they would probably have been terrified long ago.
"This Mahayana Daoist's proposal is not bad. The stronger one works harder and gets more—that is the iron law of the Cultivation World. How about the five of us first determine who is the strongest, then decide who gets him?"
Suddenly, several figures rushed over from the distance. The moment they stopped, a voice that immediately darkened the faces of the five Immortal Realm experts present rang across the scene.
"Divine Son Xian Li! The Divine Son really is here."
"I heard earlier that Divine Son Xian Li was here, but I thought it was only a rumor. So it was true."
"With Divine Son Xian Li here, how could that person possibly escape?"
Instantly, a clamor erupted. It was an entirely different scene from the earlier exchange between only the five Immortal Realm experts.
Qin Fengming turned his head and saw a handsome, heroic young cultivator appear, surrounded by several Mahayana cultivators. The surrounding cultivators all clasped their hands, and respectful words rose and fell one after another.
The young man wore purple-gold battle armor and held a square-headed halberd. Its silver-white