Help Him Empty His Mind

"Get a grip! You're risking your life for fifty stones!"

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit scolded him, exasperated.

It certainly liked the Dao Seeking Stones, too, but it was worth considering whether the things were too hot to handle.

Risking their lives to watch two groups of powerful fighters clash, just for fifty stones? They could die without even knowing how.

Hanyu knew it wasn't worth it, of course. But what could he do? The Dao Seeking Stones seemed to be the only things left that could feed the bottle.

And they were only available from the Heavenly Dao Sect. He was helpless!

Fifty Dao Seeking Stones was no small amount.

If they were of decent quality, they'd be worth at least five hundred years of fortune. Even if they fell short, they wouldn't be far off.

He, on the other hand, thought the Artifact Spirit had tasted a delicacy and forgotten what plain fare was like.

Back then, even a cultivator with seven or eight years of fortune had kept the two of them happy for half a day.

Now they were talking about five hundred years of fortune!

In the past, how many cultivators blessed with fortune would they have had to find to scrape that much together?

The two of them also sneaked out of camp, but Su Xiaoxiao only liked a lively scene; he wasn't suicidal.

At the very least, he wouldn't split open a chasm in the sky and lead them straight inside.

If they accidentally stumbled into the battlefield, they'd be reduced to ashes the moment they showed themselves.

So the two flew there the proper way, though they still moved fairly quickly.

On the other side, the people from Yanluo Hall had been waiting for quite some time.

Thunder flashed.