What difference was there between going with the two of them to the Demon Clan Ancestral Hall to retrieve something and walking straight into a death trap?
Especially when he saw the Demon Clan Saintess's current expression, as if she wanted to eat him alive. He couldn't help wondering whether people from the Devil Race all had something wrong with their heads.
"The Cultivation Technique for the Void Refining Realm, and that Storage Ring. That's enough!"
He hadn't let the lure of profit cloud his judgment. Looking at the two of them, he made his decision.
"Fine."
Seeing that the young man had made his decision, Meng Changhai studied him for a few more moments, then looked at Meng Ruyan beside him. "Ru Yan, give him everything."
At that, a flicker of hesitation crossed Meng Ru Yan's face. "But, Ancestor, according to the clan rules, our Cultivation Techniques must not be passed on to outsiders. Otherwise, death is the only—"
Seeing that his Saintess still hadn't grasped the situation, he hurriedly sent a message using a method unique to the Devil Race. "The Ten Thousand Demon Lair is currently locked in a standoff with the Dao Alliance. My true body can't get here for the time being. Give him the things first. Once I have some free time, I'll come back and settle the score with that brat."
"Otherwise, Ru Yan, you may well die here today!"
"All right, I understand, Ancestor!"
Seeing the grave look in her ancestor's eyes, Meng Ru Yan pulled the ring off her jade finger and tossed it to the young man. "I've erased the Divine Sense on the Storage Ring. The Cultivation Technique for the Void Refining Realm is inside. If you don't believe me, you can check."
Catching the Storage Ring tossed over