The soul of an eighth-grade spirit beast was indeed far too rare. Otherwise, it would not have left Li Chengxu so restless, as if sitting on pins and needles. He believed that news of the Bidding Convention would reach True Person Lan Yu's ears before long. He had certainly done his utmost, but... in the end, he had failed to obtain the beast cultivator's true body! Even if he told the truth about Xiao Hua, by then the beast cultivator's true body would either have reached Fire Fierce Mountain or already be dead. What fucking use would that be? Rather than that, he might as well tell True Person Lan Yu directly that he did not know Xiao Hua was responsible, then pin the matter on another Golden Core cultivator or even a Nascent Soul cultivator. That way, he could at least preserve some face!
For an early Foundation Establishment cultivator to forcibly snatch something from his hands—even at the Bidding Convention—was a humiliation Li Chengxu could not bear!
"Hmph, this Xiao Hua is indeed cunning. He actually waited for that Cultivation family disciple in the teahouse, making this old man dare not kill the bastard in the street! By the time this old man chased after him, that fellow had vanished again. This old man hurriedly deployed disciples to guard the Thunder Control Sect's stronghold, then rushed to Fire Fierce Mountain's stronghold, yet that bastard never went to Fire Fierce Mountain either! Where could he have gone in between? Could he already have sent the beast cultivator's true body away?"
"That is possible. When this old man saw Xiao Hua, the spirit storage pouch was already gone from his waist. He must have handed it to a Fire Fierce Mountain disciple while this old man was watching that family