Black Sword

Wu Qianru looked over the items presented before her and inspected them one by one.

Bai Yu's heart burned with desire as well. After sighing inwardly, he finally teased, "I recall that many among the Twelve Demon Zodiacs have never shown their true faces, right? Tell me, if I impersonated one of the Twelve Demon Zodiacs and went after these people one by one, wouldn't I soon raise my resources by another tier?"

Bai Yu sighed to himself. Whether it was the five great families or those who had come to attend the exchange meet, their foundations were truly enough to make one's heart stir.

Things that normally existed only in legends were commonplace to an excessive degree here. How could that not make one covet them?

Hearing Bai Yu's words, Luo Shuang's beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment. What was this guy talking about? Was he planning to rob them outright? Could one person really afford to offend all of them? He had gone mad!

Yet Li Shuyu's eyes flashed with a gleam. She understood Bai Yu well—if the chance arose, he really would make a move. She thought this suggestion made perfect sense.

"These people are interested in the Cold Palace Tomb, Young Master. I think we will have an opportunity."

Li Shuyu spoke slowly.

As she spoke, Panic Gu poked its head out of Bai Yu's sleeve, furtively glanced around, then let out a burp and said slowly, "Everyone... burp... who needs culti... burp... cultivation? Or perhaps... burp... a conversion of origin? I'm free right now..."

Listening to Panic Gu's voice and seeing its round, distended belly, Bai Yu raised a brow. Damn it, why hadn't it eaten itself to death? And where had it gotten food from?!

Bai Yu looked toward the grotto-heaven in confusion. In