The Arcane Sect's contests were fraught with life-and-death danger, and apart from the battle-hungry, nobody wanted to take part. I had little interest in the Arcane Sect Aristocratic Clan Gathering either, but the ancient books and the box might both appear there. Sun Chongyang needed saving, and my grandmother's Blood Cloud Coffin was still waiting for me to break it open. Even without the qualifications, I had to force my way in.
Having the qualifications still seemed insufficient. Judging by the rate at which Arcane Sect artifacts devoured money, this amount would probably not even be enough to pick one's teeth with at the auction. So, according to Wang Yuanyi's intelligence, I would have to scrape together enough money through the magic battles.
We had a goal now, but we could only keep winning one step at a time. Our several Households were all poor; without competing, we could not buy anything. Although Li Qinghe had become the head of his Household, he could not have much money either. Taking part in the magic-battle tournament was therefore inevitable. After everyone agreed on it, we ended the gathering and went to prepare what needed preparing.
With the tournament approaching, I felt I should make some preparations as well. Besides, during our last encounter with the Walking Corpse Maker at the Four Little Immortals Temple, I had asked the Liao brothers to buy things on credit from Nong Guofu, and I still had not paid him back. His number was among the missed calls on my phone today. Although some formation flags of mine were still with him because I had not collected them, I could not simply refuse to repay the debt.
It happened to be nighttime. I drove to the entrance of Black Alley, and when that ghost shop had