Han Yu said: "Does Zhang Lao know whether Wangu Pavilion has any deal with Lingxiao Holy Land?"
Zhang Lao was stunned and said, "Wanggu Pavilion and Lingxiao Holy Land have cooperated many times. Why does Xiaoyou Han ask this?"
Han Yu continued to ask, "Did Wangu Pavilion help Lingxiao Holy Land store any important things? The reward for depositing that important thing is no less than a hundred yuan of inferior imperial essence."
Zhang Lao, Wugu, and Wulai were all shocked and widened their eyes. Zhang Lao laughed and said, "Our Wangu Pavilion cooperates with others and trades based on treasures. We have never helped people store anything, just depositing The reward is not weaker than a hundred yuan of low-quality imperial essence, which is even more impossible. What kind of storage fee needs such a terrible amount of money?"
Han Yu solemnly told Elder Zhang what he overheard the conversation between Xu Xianbai and the old man in Lingxiao Holy Land.
"There is still such a thing?" Zhang Lao was stunned after hearing this. Only now did he know that the 100 yuan low-grade Imperial Essence was not a "custody fee", but a breach of contract fee for Lingxiao Holy Land. It was unimaginable how much the "custody fee" was.
And the things that this involves keeping are even more incredible.
Wugu and Wulai also peeped at each other. Even though Wugu knew that Han Yu would not lie, he still asked, "Brother Han, is this true?"
Han Yu said, "It's absolutely true!"
Zhang Lao Teng stood up abruptly, his face became cloudy and uncertain, he took a few deep breaths and said, "I have to go back and report this to the pavilion master."
Zhang Lao's heart had already turned upside down, and he thought of a possibility, a terrifying possibility.
Zhang Lao paused and said: "Han Xiaoyou, please keep this matter a secret for us, please."
Han Yu stood up and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I won't say anything except you."
Zhang Lao nodded heavily and looked at Wugu Road: "Wugu, you go back with me."
Wugu stood up, the two bowed their hands to Han Yu, and left in a hurry.
Han Yu was slightly relieved, as long as the people in Wangu Pavilion knew the whole story, they should stop Xu Xianbai. No matter what the Holy Land of Lingxiao had put in Xu Xianbai's place, Han Yu didn't want to return to the Holy Land of Lingxiao.
"Brother Han, how did you know about Xu Xianbai's conversation?" Wu Lai asked curiously. Xu Xianbai and others were experts at the seventh level of Lotus Transformation in the middle stage of the Martial Saint. Even if Han Yu was Qi Tianshi, it would not be easy to eavesdrop on their conversations.
"The mountain man has his own plan!" Han Yu said with a mysterious smile. Wu Lai pouted.
A few days later, Wei Haodang came. Seeing Han Yu, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he didn't dare to breathe.
"Did you bring the dragon blood soil?" Han Yu asked coldly.
On that day, he asked Wei Haodang to go back to get the dragon's blood soil, but he was still a little clueless. If Wei Haodang returned to Kongtong Holy Land, he would not come out. Han Yu really had nothing to do with him.
Now it seems that the deterrent power of the rooster-headed monster is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Nine-day overlords like Kongtong Holy Land are afraid to kill them.
"Bring it!" Wei Haodang hunched his waist, cold sweat pouring out of his forehead, and hurriedly took out a big boxy vat.
The big vat gently fell to the ground, and it contained dragon blood soil.
"It's only about 300 square meters at most, which is far from enough!" Han Yu frowned and looked at Wei Haodang coldly.
The sweat on Wei Haodang's forehead suddenly fell like rain, and he said tremblingly: "Han Shaoxia, I only found so much dragon blood soil, can I use other spiritual soil instead?"
Wei Haodang looked at Han Yu with a look of pleading.
Han Yu said: "Take it out and see."
Wei Haodang took out more than ten containers one after another, and each container contained different soils. It can add up to about 2,000 square meters.
There are two soils in the container, the grade is similar to that of dragon blood soil, and the rest are not as good as dragon blood soil.
"Are you making up your mind?" Han Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"tick..."
The sweat on Wei Haodang's forehead dripped to the ground, exploded and splashed.
Wei Haodang took out a treasure box tremblingly, handed it to Han Yu, and said, "Han Shaoxia, there are three top-grade medicine kings in it. You think it is compensation for dragon blood soil, okay?"
The value of these three top-grade medicine kings is far more than a thousand square dragon blood soil, but Wei Haodang dares to bargain with Han Yu.
Han Yu took the treasure box and opened it to see that there were indeed three high-grade medicine kings inside, and said lightly, "Well, I'll spare you this time."
Wei Haodang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked at Han Yu and said, "Han Shaoxia, look at the grievances between us and you, can you write it off?"
Han Yu said impatiently, "Go away!"
Wei Haodang was overjoyed, he bowed to Han Yu while backing back, and when he reached the door, he turned around and left as if to flee.
Han Yu chuckled lightly and put away the spiritual soil. With these spiritual soils, the seed can be absorbed for a while.
Han Yu stayed in the Sword Casting City for a while, and then rushed to the Emperor City while he was not paying attention. Hiding directly and walking in the city, it took a day to find the place where Saintess Lingxiao and the old man lived, and Han Yu was there to guard them.
In a blink of an eye, the time agreed by the two parties has come.
On this day, both the old man surnamed Ren and Saintess Lingxiao were a little restless, and Saintess Lingxiao rushed out of the Emperor City several times to look into the distance, but when the sun went down at night, Xu Xianbai was not seen.
"Why isn't Xu Xianbai here yet, can't you play us?" Saintess Ling Xiao said dissatisfied.
"He shouldn't be playing with us, I'm afraid something happened." The old man's face became ugly.
"You mean he was discovered by the people of Wangu Pavilion?" Saintess Lingxiao asked in astonishment.
"It should be." The old man said deeply.
Walking up and down the hall with his hands behind his back, he looked restless.
"Is that thing going to be okay?" Saintess Ling Xiao asked worriedly.
"Even if the people from Wangu Pavilion found out, they wouldn't dare to do anything to that thing. It would be troublesome if they just wanted to get it back." The old man became more and more irritable.
"Why don't we go to Wangu Pavilion to ask for it now?" said Saintess Lingxiao.
The old man did not answer in a hurry and kept walking. After about ten breaths, the time suddenly stopped and said, "I don't care about that for the time being, the plan has to go ahead. Let's go!"
Saintess Lingxiao nodded, walked out of the hall with the old man, and disappeared in place in one jump, crossing the void.
"Plan? What plan do they have?" Han Yu frowned, locked in the breath of the two, and followed quietly.
When the old man surnamed Xu and the Holy Maiden Lingxiao appeared again, they were already in the northern wilderness of Qianyuan Continent. After they appeared, the two flew forward and continued to go north.
After the two disappeared, Han Yu appeared on the Great Wilderness. Into the bare earth and mountains, lifeless, as if coming to a deadly enemy.