Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

line. Such a barrier was undoubtedly formidable.However, when the figure of Zhuque swept past, this solid defense line was like paper, easily torn open a gap.The cultivators of Wan Mo Ling who were pu...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.they had entered the Yunhe Battlefield around the same time, so their cultivation levels were not much different.Then, every cultivator also reported their name and cultivation level. Following that,...