The Nine Serenities Lu Clan?
Lu Qingwu?
Chu Jingtian paused. Try as he might, he could not recall any demonic aristocratic clan by that name in the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm. He had, however, heard his clan elders mention that the Hengyang Lu Clan had been a demonic aristocratic clan five hundred years ago.
But that was five hundred years ago. The Hengyang Lu Clan had long since stopped practicing the demonic arts, and its name did not match the Nine Serenities Lu Clan either.
Leaving aside which Lu Clan this was, where exactly were the Nine Serenities? Whether such a place even existed in the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm was an open question. Could this be a demonic celestial person who cultivated beyond their world?
Forget it.
Only thirty percent of an ordinary cultivator's words could be trusted, let alone a demonic cultivator's. It would be a miracle if even a tenth of what he said was believable.
"So you are a fellow Daoist from the Nine Serenities Lu Clan."
Chu Jingtian feigned sudden understanding, then took out a spatial treasure. "A few spirit stones as a gift for our first meeting. I hope you will be magnanimous enough to overlook my petty offense. If you intend to move against this city, we can certainly discuss it."
Zhang Yuan took the spatial treasure into his mouth and swept his divine sense through it. The courtyard-sized space was packed full of spirit stones. He immediately withdrew his Dao Domain, his face brightening with delight as he said heartily:
"Hahaha! You're far too kind, Fellow Daoist Chu! I'm no demonic cultivator. I was only joking earlier!"
The blood-red light and malevolent aura that had blanketed the sky vanished. Heaven and earth cleared, returning to their former brightness.
The corner of Chu