"Ridiculous. What would our Nine Nether Sect want with that little girl? We may not care about the Imperial Court, but offending it would still be too much trouble. Besides, what if we did catch her? Ask that old emperor for a eunuch's cultivation method? Tsk, tsk, tsk. That isn't something just anyone can stomach." Liu Fu sneered, casting a glance at Long Feng's crotch as he spoke.
Everyone understood what Liu Fu meant and burst into laughter.
Long Feng's face turned livid. That old ghost had actually made a joke of his taboo. Outrageous! Still, he could only endure it for now. His cultivation was not enough to deal with Liu Fu.
"All right, business comes first. We have no interest in such a miraculous cultivation method. Let's leave it to young Long!" Qiu Ping laughed heartily. Paying no heed to Long Feng's livid face, he jabbed at him again.
"Hmph!" Long Feng could only respond with a cold snort.
"Old Demon Zhu, it seems you've run into trouble. Since you can't handle the people inside, step aside!" Qiu Ping took a step forward and addressed Zhu Yu.
"Hey, old Qiu, you want to go in? You'll have to ask whether I agree first," Liu Fu said.
"You want to fight me for it?" Qiu Ping's voice turned icy as he stared coldly at Liu Fu.
"Old Qiu, who are you trying to scare? So what if your cultivation is a little higher than mine?" Liu Fu said dismissively.
Although his cultivation fell short of Qiu Ping's, Qiu Ping really could not do much to him. If they truly fought to the death, even if he died in the end, Qiu Ping would fare little better. Right now, they were all competing for the Seven Spirit Blades inside. Naturally,