Longevity: Start by practicing the ruthless way

"It's not simple." Gu Chi was secretly shocked. The cultivation level of these two old men had probably reached the great perfection of the Golden Core stage, and they had half a foot into the Nascent Soul stage.

One of the old men came forward, chose a table for the boy, and wiped it again and again with his sleeve before letting him sit down.

"Whose kid is this? He's really so arrogant."

Although they had guessed that the young man's identity was not simple, some people still couldn't help but ridicule him.

"What? Do you have any objections?" The young man glanced at the person who spoke and asked indifferently.

"Boy, be more humble."

"Hmph!" The young man snorted coldly, causing many people present to feel their blood surging.

"Who the hell do you think you are to point fingers at me?!"

Someone changed the subject and said, "You just said you wanted to capture Qianhe and bleed her to make medicine. Where do you get the confidence to say such a thing?"

The white-haired boy shrugged, saying, "She's just a clown. What's there to be afraid of? I can intimidate her to death with just one hand."

"Hehe, Shentu Ling, the descendant of the old Demon King Shentu, once said that one hand was enough to suppress her. But in a battle with someone of the same realm, he was beaten to a pulp by her. Now he is suppressed in a coffin by her. Do you think you are more powerful than Shentu Ling?" someone objected.

"A frog in the well, people like Shen Tu Ling can only show off their strength in the Southern Region. They are no different from ants in front of me." The white-haired boy's attitude was quite strong.

"Shen Tu Ling swept across the younger generation of the Southern Territory, but he is like an ant to you. I wonder which powerful master's disciple or successor you are?" Someone asked at the right time.

"You don't need to care who my master is. This is a world where strength is respected. In my opinion, neither Qianhe nor Shentu Ling means anything." The white-haired boy said calmly.

"I heard someone talking about ants from a long way off. Which brother is drunk?" Murong Zhixiu walked up to the ninth floor, glanced at Gu Chi who was not far away, and sat down at a table. Then he looked at the white-haired boy and said, "What's your name, little brother?"

"Nangong Jin."

As the descendant of the thirteenth greatest thief in the Northern Territory, Murong Zhixiu was not intimidated by the saints and saintesses of those transcendent and powerful forces. Naturally, he would not be polite to such a pretty boy. He said, "Of those surnamed Nangong, I only know the former Grand Master Nangong Huang, but I have never heard of Nangong Jin. This young man is not very famous."

Nangong Huang, the previous imperial teacher of the Jiuli Dynasty, was once invincible in the entire dynasty. In his later years, he came to the northern border and finally disappeared from this land. It is suspected that he has passed away.

"It doesn't matter. From now on, you will remember this name." The white-haired boy Nangong Jin sneered.

Murong Zhixiu squinted his eyes at him and said, "How about I fight you for a few moves?"

"I came out this time for Qianhe. You are not worth my effort." Nangong Jin never even looked at Murong Zhixiu from beginning to end, and did not take him seriously at all.

Murong Zhixiu wanted to slap him, but after seeing the two old men in plain clothes standing behind Nangong Jin, he suppressed the urge and said, "Has Qianhe ever offended you?"

"Whether she has offended me or not, I will capture her this time."

Not far away, Gu Chi poured herself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. She really wanted to teach this pretty boy a lesson. It was the first time she had seen such an arrogant man. He was young, but he kept asking her to take him back to make medicine.

"Now the Xuanyuan Immortal Palace is offering a reward for Qianhe. If you have any clues to provide, what price are you willing to pay?" Murong Zhixiu asked with a chuckle.

"I'll offer whatever price they offer." The white-haired boy Nangong Jin said without thinking.

At this moment, everyone in the restaurant was moved. Three thousand kilograms of spirit stones were not something that anyone could casually take out. Who was this young man?

"Three thousand kilograms of spirit stones is not a small amount." Gu Chi said casually.

Murong Zhixiu also raised doubts, saying, "Can you afford it?"

"It's just three thousand kilograms of low-grade spirit stones. I'm not so poor that I can't afford it." The white-haired boy Nangong Jin showed no emotion at all.

"What is the background of this young man? Is he really the descendant of some hidden powerful person?" Many people made such a guess.

"Hehe..." A sweet laugh was heard, and a woman as beautiful as the moon and flowers walked up from the stairs. Her voice was clear and sweet, and she said, "It seems that I don't need to take action now."

The woman was tall, charming, with eyes as bright as water and elegant clothes. One could tell at a glance that she was a person of extraordinary status.

"Who are you?" Nangong Jin raised his eyes and glanced at the woman.

"I am Li Yijun, from the Prince of Wei's Mansion." Li Yijun smiled charmingly, making many people in the restaurant look dazed.

"From what you said, you, the one from Prince Wei's Mansion, also want to compete with me for Qianhe?" Nangong Jin raised his eyes to look at her and asked indifferently.

"She killed people from our Prince Wei's Mansion. This cause and effect must be resolved. As for who will kill her, I don't care. I just want her to die." Li Yiyun said with a sweet smile.

"I may not kill her. I may keep her alive so that she can provide me with a constant supply of fresh blood for refining medicine." This young man, who was more beautiful than a girl, revealed his cold side in a calm tone.

Murong Zhixiu secretly sent a message to Gu Chi, saying, "Who is this pretty boy? I really can't help but want to give him a beating!"

Gu Chi remained calm and secretly used his spiritual sense to transmit a message, saying, "Don't act rashly for now. This pretty boy's identity is probably really not simple. We can slowly deal with him after the matter is resolved."

At this moment, there was another sound at the stairs, and a young man with extraordinary demeanor went upstairs.

"Daoyou Lingyun from Xuanyuan Immortal Palace is here too." Li Yijun chuckled.

Gu Chi recognized this person. He had confronted him in the underground palace of Jingzhou ruins that day.

This is the top powerhouse among the younger generation of Xuanyuan Immortal Palace. He was almost chosen as the Holy Son of Xuanyuan Immortal Palace. Ever since the Holy Son of Xuanyuan was suppressed by Gu Chi, many rumors have begun to circulate, saying that this person is likely to be established as the new Holy Son.

"With so many people coming, it seems that someone is selling us clues about Qianhe's whereabouts at the same time." Sikong Lingyun said with a smile.

Murong Zhixiu's appearance had changed a long time ago. Although his aura had not changed as much as Gu Chi's, he was not worried about being recognized because he had not really come into contact with the people in front of him.

He sent a voice message to Gu Chi, saying, "From what you're saying, these people are gathered here because someone tipped them off to your whereabouts. But didn't we just arrive in Lanzhou today? Did you arrange this in advance?"

Gu Chi shook his head and said, "It's not me."

"That's strange. Could it be that someone has the same idea as us, hoping to make a fortune with fake news? That shouldn't be the case. Why did that person choose Lanzhou as the location? It can't be such a coincidence, right?"