The immortals roared one after another, charging forward, but when they saw that the Nascent Soul guarding the place had somehow been struck by a technique, suddenly shrunk, and been immobilized, they were all startled. By then, I had already seized the little man and casually stuffed him into a bottle.
A few blind fools charged over anyway, but Little Sister Zhilin showed them no mercy. Her Sinking Heaven Stone Tang Saber flashed out, adding several more examples to the tally of opponents whose weapons and bodies had been cleaved in two.
"You're Zhilin of the Leaping Qilin Society?! Why are you attacking our Immortal Arrival Island?" one of the old women stepped forward, her face changing dramatically.
"You attacked me, so naturally the Leaping Qilin Society attacked you," Zhilin said flatly.
The old woman hurriedly raised a hand and made the group of immortals retreat, looking as though they had no desire to provoke us. It was clear that they were still deeply wary of Thousand Mountains City.
I took the opportunity to shake the glazed bottle. The old woman also saw Jintao inside. He swayed woodenly with the bottle, repeatedly bumping into a group of naked fellow prisoners without showing the slightest reaction. "Your Island Lord Jintao has caused me no end of trouble in Thousand Mountains City these past few days. Unfortunately for him, I caught him. I've come here today to collect a little ransom. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to find yourselves a new island lord."
"What exactly do you want?" A group of young men and women stood beside the old woman, each filled with righteous indignation, with several even unable to stop themselves from shouting. Judging by their words, most of them were his sons, daughters, or grandchildren.
I chuckled. "What do I