"Isn't that a Demon Pattern Fruit? You little rascal, you've been to Heavenly Demon territory!"
"No, I haven't." Mu Bai chewed a few times and swallowed the fruit in his mouth. "I've been inside the Heavenly Demon Hall!"
"What? The Heavenly Demon Hall? The Heavenly Son Demon's Soul Treasure!"
"Yes. Do you know each other well?"
"That fellow? How could he be worthy of my notice? He's just a junior!"
"Don't just talk big. The Artifact Spirit elder in the Heavenly Demon Hall gave me hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Demon Cores. Ancestor, what will you give me that befits your incomparably exalted status?"
Mu Bai chewed the fruit and gave a cold chuckle.
"Something worthy of your standing as a venerable elder?"
"Pah, what are a hundred thousand Heavenly Demon Cores worth? What I gave you was a path! I pointed out a road to a brilliant future. Without me, you'd still be brewing medicine in that backwater corner of the Haibei Tribe!"
Having suddenly brought up the Haibei Tribe, the Artifact Spirit Ancestor realized his slip of the tongue and immediately changed the subject.
"What? Hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Demon Cores? You've struck it rich, struck it rich! Now you have a chance of cultivating the Nine Demon Body!"
At the mention of the Haibei Tribe, Mu Bai's heart lurched with pain, but he had to try to accept it so he could keep walking the road ahead. He immediately concealed his grief and waved a hand, taking out a dozen or so azure Demon Cores.
The Artifact Spirit Ancestor held the Demon Cores, his eyes shining. "These are all Heavenly Demon Cores from Spirit Demons or above. Good stuff..."
"Had that Corpse Demon we just encountered reached the Spirit Demon level?"
"He should have been close