Especially on both sides of the street, many independent cultivators from the human and demon races were setting up stalls with many rare treasures, elixirs and magical weapons on display, and even some demons were bargaining with great enthusiasm.
"Liangjie City is really lively!"
Ling Xiao sighed softly.
"Ling Xiao, I heard that the beauties in Tianxiang Tower are all extremely beautiful and charming, even more charming than the beauties of the human race. How about we go and see them for ourselves?"
When the Wuliang Taoist saw the Tianxiang Tower, his eyes widened. He didn't even look back and spoke with a straight look in his eyes.
"Can you be more promising?"
Ling Xiao was so upset that he quickly grabbed the unscrupulous Taoist priest.
"These young ladies are in dire straits and need me to rescue them. I am doing this for the benefit of the people. How can I be a failure?"
The unscrupulous Taoist laughed shamelessly and pulled Ling Xiao towards Tianxiang Tower.
"If you want to go, go by yourself. I'm not going!"
Ling Xiao said helplessly.
"How can I do this? As the saying goes, good brothers share happiness and hardship. How can I abandon you? Come on, let me take you to eat some meat. We haven't been here for ten thousand years. I missed you so much!"
The unscrupulous Taoist refused to give in and smiled obscenely.
At this moment, a voice came into Ling Xiao's ears, making Ling Xiao slightly stunned.
"Brother Ling, my name is Jian Yuanchen. I am in Tianxiang Tower. Please come over and have a chat!"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he instantly saw a young man in a white robe and with a sword on his back on the second floor of Tianxiang Tower. He looked elegant, handsome and graceful, and smiled at him.
"Jian Yuanchen?"
Ling Xiao's heart moved. Jian Yuanchen was the successor of the Sword God Pavilion. Ling Xiao saved him in the Heavenly God Stone. Jian Yuanchen was a kind person and later supported Ling Xiao.
Thinking of this, Ling Xiao followed the Wuliang Taoist into Tianxiang Tower.
As soon as he entered Tianxiang Tower, he was greeted by the fragrance of worldly cosmetics and a pair of enchanting eyes. The unscrupulous Taoist's legs immediately went weak.
Ling Xiao smiled bitterly and shook his head, but ignored him and went upstairs alone.
"Brother Ling, come in quickly!"
After Jian Yuanchen welcomed Ling Xiao in, he looked around and then closed the door vigilantly.
In the room, besides Jian Yuanchen, there was also a big man wearing a black robe, who looked honest and burly, and was chewing a leg of lamb.
In addition to the honest big man, there is also a young swordsman wearing a black robe and carrying a long sword, with a faint murderous aura lingering around him.
When the two men saw Ling Xiao, the honest big man grinned, then lowered his head and continued to deal with his leg of lamb.
The young swordsman looked at Ling Xiao eagerly, with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.
"Brother Jian, has something happened? Why do you have to be so careful?"
Ling Xiao looked at Jian Yuanchen and said.
"Brother Ling, don't you know? The news that you have inherited the Red Dragon God of War has spread throughout the God of War Continent!"
Jian Yuanchen smiled bitterly and told him that after Ling Xiao left Tianshen City, the Nantian Family and the Xingchen Palace simultaneously announced that Ling Xiao had inherited the Red Dragon God of War and offered a reward for Ling Xiao's capture.
Ling Xiao's eyes turned slightly cold, and he said in a cold voice: "The Nantian family and the Xingchen Palace are really haunting! How dare they say such a fabricated thing?"
“Brother Ling, there is indeed no inheritance of the Red Dragon God of War in the Heavenly God Stone. Many supreme beings have already checked the Heavenly God Stone, so those old monsters in the major holy places should not believe it! But many young talents are very interested in you, and some assassins want to kill you. Go to the Nantian Family and the Star Palace to claim the reward!”
Jian Yuanchen smiled bitterly.
"Yes, Brother Ling, my grandfather told you to be careful. If you are in danger, go to our Demon Bear Mountain. My grandfather will help you!"
The honest big man looked at Ling Xiao and smiled.
"Your grandfather?" Ling Xiao was slightly stunned.
Jian Yuanchen clapped his hands and said quickly: "I forgot to introduce, Ling Xiao, this is Senior Xiong Laohei's grandson, Xiong Xiaohei! This is the Shura Sect's true disciple, Chengjie!"
"Xiaohei Xiong?"
When Ling Xiao heard the name, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he was guessing in his heart that perhaps Xiong Laohei's son was called Xiong Dahei.
The name was really chosen casually, but Ling Xiao was still very grateful to Bear Laohei, so he had a good impression of Bear Xiaohei.
And the true disciple of Shura Sect will become a calamity
Ling Xiao glanced at the young swordsman Cheng Jie and asked softly, "Brother Cheng, your sect's Shura Supreme ten thousand years ago was ranked third among the ten great titled Supremes in the world. I wonder if he is still alive?"
Cheng Jie's eyes gleamed with light. He didn't expect Ling Xiao to ask him this question right away. However, he still said calmly, "Brother Ling, the Supreme Asura Patriarch passed away in the great catastrophe ten thousand years ago. Perhaps he ascended to the God Realm. I'm not sure!"
“So that’s how it is!”
There was a hint of disappointment in Ling Xiao's eyes. Shura Supreme was one of his best friends in his previous life. He originally had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but now it seems that Shura Supreme is probably no longer in this world.
"Brother Ling, you'd better change your appearance now, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble!"
Jian Yuanchen glanced at Ling Xiao and said with some concern.
"Hey, what's there to be afraid of? They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. If anyone dares to come and seek death, we will just kill them!"
The unscrupulous Taoist pushed the door open and smiled indifferently.
"Master, don't let your guard down. I heard that not only are there many independent cultivators who are half-step supreme who are eyeing Brother Ling, but even the Underworld Pavilion has assassins who want to deal with Brother Ling!"
Jian Yuanchen said with a serious expression.
"The Underworld Pavilion?"
There was a cold gleam in Ling Xiao's eyes. The Underworld Pavilion was one of the five pavilions, on par with the Treasure Pavilion. It was also one of the five ancient holy places, but the Underworld Pavilion was full of assassins who were proficient in the art of assassination.
The Underworld Pavilion, like the Heavenly Pavilion, is an assassination organization that has even assassinated supreme beings.
However, they are very smart and rarely attack people from martial arts holy places. The people they assassinate are all those with weak backgrounds, so they have been able to survive until now.
Otherwise, they would have been besieged by all the martial arts holy places long ago.
It would be fine if it was just a casual cultivator who was half a step to the Supreme. Ling Xiao no longer took him seriously. With all his methods combined, it wouldn't be difficult to kill even a half-step Supreme.
But the Underworld Pavilion is indeed a group of lingering ghosts.
"Brother Ling, how about you join our Shura Sect? As long as you join the Shura Sect, even the Underworld Pavilion won't dare to touch you!"
Cheng Jie suddenly looked at Ling Xiao and said slowly.
"Join the Shura Sect? Is this your idea or the Shura Sect's?" Ling Xiao said with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)