The corners of Song Wen's mouth lifted into a smile.
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Young Master Xiao. But I'm afraid I can't accept your kind offer."
With that, Song Wen took a step back.
The wooden door moved without any wind, then slammed shut with a bang.
Song Wen could not possibly hand the Teleportation Token over to someone else so easily. Besides, the other party had offered only two hundred thousand Immortal Spirit Stones—not even enough to cover the cost. It was simply a fool's dream.
Xiao Yuankui stared at the tightly shut door, his face instantly turning livid.
"Gu Huang, don't mistake kindness for weakness. I've already investigated your background thoroughly. You're merely a Rogue Cultivator who appeared out of nowhere, without a sect, a faction, roots, or backing."
"I don't know where you got such a large sum of Immortal Spirit Stones to purchase the Teleportation Token, but possession of a treasure invites disaster. If you know what's good for you and agree to my request, I can still order people to look after you."
"Otherwise... hmph! You may not necessarily live to see tomorrow."
A long while after his voice faded, the door remained tightly shut.
Xiao Yuankui's face gradually flushed red, making no attempt to conceal the fury in his heart.
"Gu Huang, you actually dare ignore me! I'll make you pay for this!"
Spiritual light surged across his hand as he punched toward the wooden house.
However, the punch did not land on the wooden door. Instead, it was stopped by a cyan barrier.
The barrier was as solid as a fortress and did not even tremble.
Xiao Yuankui, on the other hand, was blasted backward by a tremendous force, flying through the air.
The middle-aged cultivator immediately circulated his