Whose money were they spending?
The money of those dead fellows from the Haoyuan Sect, at first.
Those dead fellows might not have been particularly wealthy, carrying few Wild Coins, but Li Chengnian and his group were fat pickings. They had traveled thousands of miles to Qingqiu to seek a marriage alliance, so they could hardly afford to be stingy. They had carried over ten thousand Wild Coins.
Sorry, but for the time being, that money now bore the surname Lin-or "Spirit."
They stepped onto the Sky Platform, then boarded the enormous ark.
Lin Xiaosu studied the peculiar runes on the ark, his heart trembling slightly.
Among these runes were formation patterns, but they were more than just formation patterns. There was also the puppet Dao. A seemingly ordinary section of hull actually encompassed a myriad of wonders.
Passengers boarded one after another. Among them, two groups began arguing for some unknown reason. Just as they were about to draw weapons, a white-robed man with a yellow ring strolled out. Raising his right hand, he spread his index and middle fingers to point at the two groups' leaders and said casually, "Killing is forbidden aboard the Xuanhuang Ark. Anyone who violates this rule, whether imperial kin or a cultivation sect member, will be killed without exception, and their corpse thrown off the Xuanhuang Ark!"
Both groups fell completely silent.
"Do you understand?" the old man asked again.
"Yes!" answered the leader on the left.
The man on the right had a brutish face. He was still struggling to adjust his emotions and failed to answer immediately.
Smack!
A resounding slap struck his face, sending him crashing headfirst into the railing behind him. The old man said coldly, "I asked you: do you understand?"
The man dropped to his knees with