Hearing this, Ning Daozhen seemed to come back to his senses, but he refused outright. "Forget it. That man cultivates Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder. Nearly seventy or eighty percent of my divine abilities are restrained by him, so I'd better proceed to Luohun Mountain according to the original plan."
"What? Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder?" Before the gaunt old man could react, the black-robed cultivator's expression changed again as he cried out.
A flash of delight vanished from his eyes, and he immediately turned to the gaunt old man. "Fellow Daoist Tumen, don't forget what you just said. You may share that brat's soul cultivation technique, but everything else on him, including the item that produces Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder, must go to me."
Clearly, this man believed Ning Fa possessed something similar to ten-thousand-year Golden Thunder Bamboo, which was why he could unleash Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder.
The gaunt old man frowned slightly, for he too was extremely tempted by Evil-Repelling Divine Thunder.
Yet, seeing the chill in the black-robed cultivator's eyes grow ever deeper, he hesitated before finally nodding in agreement. After all, they would still have to rely heavily on these Rakshasa cultivators in the battles to come.
Watching the two of them, Ning Daozhen's eyes flashed with mockery.
Meanwhile, inside a pavilion somewhere atop Huangdang Mountain.
Ning Fa sat by the bed, quietly watching Ouyang Qinghe, who had already fallen asleep though tear tracks still lingered on her face. A look of tenderness could not help appearing in his eyes.
Ouyang Qinghe's life could truly be called pitiful. Her father, True Lord Donghua, was dead; her mother, True Lord Tianyou, was now missing; Mei Sangu, who had accompanied her for many years, had also fallen. Ning Fa himself had become her only support.
Thinking of this, Ning Fa could not