Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

, simply cry out in surrender to escape the challenge's small space and preserve your life.Now, even Lu Yiye doesn't dare to show his face. He is clearly afraid that the forces of Wàn Mó Lǐng will dis...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.. An idea formed in his mind."Let's just call it "Izanami"."The practice of swordsmanship requires perseverance and diligence. There are no shortcuts to success.In the courtyard, Lu Ye would occasiona...