The summoned Venerable White!

Song Shuhang squatted down and picked up a fragment of armor.

He clearly saw with his own eyes that the blood formed the Blood Armor, but apart from the color, the armor fragments had absolutely nothing to do with blood—this was practically alchemy!

Shuhang found this thing quite interesting, so he asked, "Senior Spirit Butterfly, are these fragments still of use?"

"It's useless now. Once it shattered, the strange energy it contained completely dissipated, so it has no research value," Venerable Spirit Butterfly replied casually.

"Oh, can I pick up a few pieces?" Song Shuhang flicked the piece of armor in his hand, making a crisp sound.

Venerable Spirit Butterfly smiled and said, "Please feel free, young friend."

"Thank you, senior." So, Song Shuhang picked out four larger pieces of armor and tried to put them into the 'Inch-Shrinking Bag'. Because the armor was broken, the mysterious power inside had dissipated, and Song Shuhang successfully put them into the 'Inch-Shrinking Bag'.

The Venerable Spirit Butterfly glanced secretly at Song Shuhang's Inch-Shrinking Bag.

It's actually shaped like an adorable rabbit? Much cuter than Soft Feather. The Venerable then recalled Song Shuhang's previous female disguise... This young friend Song Shuhang, from a certain perspective, is indeed quite reassuring!

Venerable Spirit Butterfly was in high spirits. "Hold on tight, we're going to find Fellow Daoist Bai next."

The Colorful Cloud Dharma Treasure accelerated and flew towards the location of the 'Master's' underground Magma Cavern.

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Meanwhile, within the palace treasures of the True Lord Yellow Mountain.

The fellow cultivators in the "Nine Provinces Number One Group" were still exchanging their experiences after defeating the "Blood Demon" when, unknowingly, the "Dao Discussion Phenomenon" took shape again.

While the fellow Daoists were enjoying their conversation, True Lord Yellow Mountain quietly left the group.

He cautiously made his way to a room upstairs in the palace. There, imprisoned was a poor little fellow Daoist— Deng Yima, who had been ruined by the Black Diviner, and who had mistaken the Fairy Lychee for the Fairy Lychee and been severely beaten by her.

True Lord Yellow Mountain pushed open the door and entered.

Fellow Deng Yima stood there stubbornly, his power sealed, bound and tossed onto the bed. He still refused to believe that the 'Fairy Lychee' he had seen was actually the Copper Trigram Immortal Master in disguise—what kind of Disguise Technique could be so amazing?

In his mind, none of these guys were good people.

Seeing True Lord Yellow Mountain's furtive behavior, Deng Yima felt uneasy. What was this guy up to?

"Fellow Daoist Deng Yima, no need to be nervous. I am True Lord Huangshan. I believe you have heard of me, right?" True Lord Huangshan pulled up a chair and sat down, saying—True Lord is considered a prominent figure in the Chinese cultivation world, and even Fairy Bie Xue's Immortal Feast is never without him as a distinguished guest.

Deng Yima glanced at True Lord Yellow Mountain —he really did resemble the legendary 'Senior Yellow Mountain' somewhat.

"I wonder what business the True Lord has with me?" Deng Yima asked. Although she was unsure whether the other party was the 'True Lord Yellow Mountain', his strength was undeniable, making him undoubtedly a powerful True Lord.

True Lord Yellow Mountain smiled and said, "I would like to know, how many bullets do you still have left from that 'Black Tiger Secret Realm'?"

"Hmm?" Deng Yima looked at True Lord Yellow Mountain with a puzzled expression.

True Lord Yellow Mountain said, "I am very interested in your bullets. So, if you are willing to sell them, name your price."

"True Lord want to buy my bullets? There were originally six in total. I used one for testing, and then I used another one before, so there are four left." Deng Yima was a man of his word—he had a baby face.

True Lord Yellow Mountain asked, "It seems you, fellow Daoist, have also considered trading these? Do you have a price in mind? Why don't you state a number?"

"Let me tell you beforehand, I'm asking for a very high price," Deng Yima said—he wouldn't sell it for a lower price.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak freely. Buying and selling is a matter of mutual consent. Rest assured, even if the price is high, I will not force you to buy or sell," True Lord Yellow Mountain reassured him.

"Then I'll say it: I want 100,000 Grade-Five Spirit Stones!" Deng Yima said through gritted teeth.

Spirit Stone are classified into nine grades based on the amount and purity of the spiritual energy they contain, corresponding to the cultivator's level. Generally speaking, it is best for a cultivator of a certain level to use the appropriate grade of Spirit Stone for cultivation, so as not to waste it.

This price, of course, is not as much as the entire fortune Deng Yima has squandered... but it can at least make up for his losses and leave him with some money to buy a suitable flying sword so he won't have to ride 'Superman' around anymore.

However, this price was still outrageously high—you have to understand that back when he was in the sect, the most anyone would be willing to pay was 10,000 Spirit Stone for five pellets.

"The price is reasonable." True Lord Yellow Mountain nodded and said, "Then let's settle the transaction by cash!"

The True Lord has been particularly wealthy lately... Not long ago, the True Lord Yellow Mountain's people discovered a vein of Spirit Stone on a certain satellite, and the purity of the stones was quite high.

Seeing how readily the other party agreed, Deng Yima was somewhat bewildered—it seemed that even if he asked for more Spirit Stone, the other party would agree!

Did I oversell them? Are these bullets really treasures?

But... since he'd already quoted a price, it would be awkward to back out. What if he angered this True Lord and the other refused to buy? Was he supposed to just keep those four bullets and starve?

"Deal!" Deng Yima said forcefully, "Please, Senior Yellow Mountain, untie me!"

True Lord Yellow Mountain readily untied Deng Yima and released the spiritual power seal from his body.

The two exchanged money for goods, and the transaction went smoothly.

"Fellow Daoist Deng is truly a straightforward person." After putting away the four bullets, True Lord Yellow Mountain took out a very good Fourth-Grade flying sword from his sleeve and handed it to Deng Yima: "I heard Fellow Daoist Liu Long mention that Fellow Daoist Deng's means of transportation has some minor problems. I happen to have a flying sword with good speed here, so I'll give it to you for your transportation."

Deng Yima gratefully accepted the flying sword, and then he took his leave of True Lord Yellow Mountain.

Before leaving, Fellow Daoist Deng Yima even went through a roundabout way to inquire about the address of Medicine Master Yaoshi from True Lord Yellow Mountain.

It seems his next stop will be with 'Fellow Medicine Master'.

True Lord Yellow Mountain held four pellets in his hand—if he wasn't mistaken, these four pellets might contain the 'Time Power,' which would be priceless treasures.

After some time, we should invite the Venerable-Tier members of the group to get together and study these four bullets properly.

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In the Magma Cavern, a hundred miles away from the Chu Household.

The 'sir' carefully smeared some of the 'Chu Household's' blood onto the four scrolls once again.

Sure enough, the four scrolls shone with dazzling light once again!

"The secret within the scroll is definitely related to the blood of the Chu Household. But how exactly can we unravel this mystery?" the master said, troubled.

All the gentleman knew was that the key to that Longevity Secret Realm was hidden in these four paintings.

But he was certain that the key did not belong to the Sword Formula that the Chu Household had comprehended!

That key should be something more 'tangible'.

Just as I was pondering this, suddenly... the top of the Magma Cavern exploded!

What happened?

The man looked up in surprise at the spot where the explosion had occurred.

Then he saw a figure, like an immortal, descend from the blasted-out Dongding.

The figure was so perfect that words could not describe it. In any case, if 'sir' used every adjective in his mind that described 'perfect, beautiful, handsome, dashing,' etc., to describe this figure, he would be sure to be right.

Perhaps it's because this figure is too perfect? Or perhaps it's because this figure possesses a powerful charisma.

Even though he knew perfectly well that the other party had blown up the Magma Cavern to get in, the man felt no sense of Vigilance whatsoever.

Finally, the figure slowly descended and remained suspended in the void.

He draws no power from anything, standing on the void.

"Huh? Have we finally arrived?" Venerable White shook his hand, then his gaze fell on the master and the four scrolls beside him—yes, we've arrived!

"Senior, may I ask what brings you to my cave?" The man bowed to Venerable White, having finally regained his senses, while secretly gathering the power of the Blood Pool behind him.

Be ready to launch an attack at any time.

"Ah, it's like this." Venerable White coughed and explained, "Because of a mistake in one of my runes, so... Congratulations, you've collected all four <Sword Formula> scrolls from the Chu Household. Once you've collected all the scrolls, you'll summon me!"

Gentlemen. "..."

What kind of nonsense is this?

The Venerable White continued, "Then, after summoning me here, I will take these four scrolls with me."

"Impossible!" the man roared, lunging at the four scrolls while simultaneously channeling the power of the Blood Pool to attack the Venerable White, shouting, "They belong to me! I won't let He Ren take them away..."

Snap!

An 800-pound slap landed on his face... The man felt his body float up, soar through the clouds, and spin freely in the air 32 and a half times... Finally, he crashed into the wall of the Magma Cavern.

What just happened? He didn't see how the other person made their move at all!

Immediately afterwards, the gentleman saw the white-clad figure reach out and collect the four scrolls, then float back into the void—damn it, damn it, the scrolls he had worked so hard to get had been stolen just like that!

"Then, farewell, fellow Daoist." Venerable White waved to the gentleman and prepared to leave the Magma Cavern.

But after rising only two meters, Venerable White suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on the 'Puppet Black Dragon' beside the Magma Cavern —oh my, what an exquisite puppet!

It looks like it's easy to take apart.

Then, Venerable White descended from the void and squatted down next to the Puppet Black Dragon.

"Can I take it apart?" Venerable White looked at the man.

But before the other party could answer, Venerable White suddenly muttered to himself, "I forgot, I don't need to ask him, he's not a friend anyway."