Chaos Spirit Field

Yang Xiaochan and Zhao Shanhe walked out of the gambling stone conference side by side. A wave of worry welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help but ask softly, "Shanhe, this gambling stone conference is jointly organized by several superpowers in Nanzhou, and the Tianmo Sect is also involved. If we just leave like this, wouldn't it be a bad idea?"

Zhao Shanhe wore a relaxed smile and soothed her, "Don't worry, Aunt! Those five pieces of raw stone are enough to offset all the expenses. I haven't violated any regulations. If I stay a little longer, maybe the store will even offer to send some spirit stones. I have to say, the quality of the raw stones in Nanzhou is truly outstanding. There are indeed many good things."

Yang Xiaochan was still a little puzzled and asked, "Shanhe, how can you be so sure that every piece of raw stone you choose can be cut into a high value?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled faintly and replied confidently, "Aunt, please don't doubt my ability as a professional treasure hunter! How about this: if a rough stone doesn't yield anything good, I'll grant you one request. How about that?"

A sly glint flashed in Yang Xiaochan's eyes, and she said with a sweet smile, "You said it yourself, and you absolutely cannot go back on your word! Otherwise, I will call you 'husband' in front of your father!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't flinch and responded firmly, "Aunt, a man's word is his bond. If everything goes up, how about you agree to one of my requests?"

Yang Xiaochan teased, "What are you planning, you little pervert? You want to peek at me taking a bath?"

"If you insist, I can only do it reluctantly."

"If I leave a rough stone uncut, you will never win."

"Aunt, you are cheating. This is not what a gentleman does."

"I am a woman."

The two were chatting and laughing when a middle-aged man suddenly appeared before them, blocking their path. Yang Xiaochan was about to speak when Zhao Shanhe raised his hand to stop her. He took a deep breath, gathered himself, and respectfully asked, "Senior, I wonder why you stopped me?"

Yang Xiaochan realized that the man before her was no ordinary person. Fortunately, she didn't curse him out. She saw that the man had a strong face, a calm expression, and eyes as deep as a pool of water, faintly emitting a powerful and mysterious aura. His voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts: "Zhao Shanhe, I want to talk to you."

Zhao Shanhe's heart trembled, his expression instantly becoming extremely solemn. He knew full well that this person was an enemy, not a friend, and that he came with ill intentions. However, he remained calm and composed, respectfully asking, "Excuse me, Senior, what is your name? What do you wish to discuss with me?"

The middle-aged man raised his lips slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and quietly introduced himself: "I am Yinglong."

Hearing the name, Zhao Shanhe's heart trembled. It was truly what he feared. If it were him, he would have run away long ago, but with Yang Xiaochan by his side, he had to make other plans. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said, "So it's the Yinglong Demon King. There are so many people here, it's not suitable for conversation. Why don't you find a place to discuss it in detail?"

The Yinglong Demon King nodded in agreement. Then, he warned, "Zhao Shanhe, you're a smart man. Don't even think about escaping. Follow me."

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "It is an honor for me to be invited by the Demon Emperor Yinglong. Let's go."

Yinglong Demon King replied, "You are a sensible boy."

Zhao Shanhe did not refute, thinking to himself, if it weren't for you, Old Six, who had targeted Yang Xiaochan, who would be threatened by you.

The three of them arrived at an open space outside the city. Zhao Shanhe sensed the presence of a formation around them and sneered, "Yinglong Demon Emperor, this is how you treat your guests. The one who's hiding, come out too."

As soon as she finished speaking, Tushan Qingyao slowly walked out from the darkness. She said with a smile, "Zhao Shanhe truly lives up to his reputation as the continent's number one genius. I wonder how you discovered my identity."

Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe snorted coldly and responded, "You vixen, stop flirting. This young master won't fall for it. I can smell the scent from afar, it's truly unbearable. Yinglong Demon King, what exactly are you trying to do this time?"

At this time, the Yinglong Demon Emperor said, "Zhao Shanhe, hand over my things and I will spare your life."

Zhao Shanhe smiled calmly and shouted back, "Catch the thief and seize the stolen goods! Catch the adulterer in bed! You are the Demon King, and I am just a mere Jindan cultivator. You are blackmailing me like this. Aren't you afraid of damaging your reputation as a senior? My aunt is a female cultivator, yet you use your spiritual sense to lock onto her. This is too shameless!"

As soon as the Yinglong Demon Emperor withdrew his consciousness, Yang Xiaochan suddenly vanished without a trace. She had been stored in the Mountain and River Ring. This freed Zhao Shanhe from his worries and put him in a less passive position.

Tushan Qingyao had been furious with Zhao Shanhe just now. She bewitched him, "Lord Yinglong, this ant actually defied you. Show him some color, let him know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and the Demon King cannot be bullied. Zhao Shanhe, don't even think about running away. Look who this is."

Zhao Shanhe saw the girl who suddenly appeared and realized that it was not his sister Zhao Shanhu, but his mother's goddaughter Luo Zhu, who was still his sister. His face suddenly darkened. He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Let my sister go. If she is hurt in any way, I will let your clan be buried with her."

After hearing Zhao Shanhe's words, the Yinglong Demon Emperor couldn't help but sneer, "You ignorant ants, you really think that just because you have two powerful people behind you, you can bow down to me. How naive."

In the blink of an eye, Luo Zhu was reduced to ash, dissipating into the air. But just before her death, that gaze filled with admiration pierced Zhao Shanhe's heart like an incomparably sharp sword. His eyes widened, filled with grief and rage, as if spitting fire. He roared at the top of his lungs, "No! Yinglong! I will send you to the eighteenth level of hell, where you will never be reborn! And I will make every one of your people delicacies!"

Tushan Qingyao, watching this scene nearby, was completely stunned. She had never imagined that the Demon Emperor Yinglong would actually kill Zhao Shanhe's sister without even an explanation or warning. At that moment, she suddenly remembered what Master Gui had said to her, and a deep fear and worry welled up in her heart. Could it be that the Qingqiu clan was really going to be destroyed because of her?

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe had no time to think about anything else. He didn't know if any of his relatives had been abducted, and he didn't dare to even think about the possibility. With red eyes, he rushed forward, determined to tear the Demon Emperor Yinglong into pieces.