Senior brothers, please stop abusing me. I'm going to change my ways to be merciless.

The disciples of the sect are not bloodthirsty people. Tian Lang snorted coldly and put away his sword.

"Why, aren't you the one who calls the shots?"

Prefect Song had a hard time expressing his grievances. He said weakly, "It was true before, but it's hard to say now."

Tian Lang said: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Prefect Song looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid of something. Seeing that he looked like he was walking on thin ice, everyone also looked around.

Suddenly, Prefect Song fell to the ground, banging his head on the ground, crying with snot and tears:

"Masters, it's wrong for me to take ten high-grade spirit stones from you, but if I can't produce ten high-grade spirit stones within three days, the teleportation array in Wangyou City will be permanently closed!"

"This teleportation array was left by the ancestors of the Song family. It must not be destroyed in my generation!"

Prefect Song now has more white hair than before.

"My fellow Taoist priests, I was forced to do this." Prefect Song's voice contained a hint of sorrow.

When everyone saw this, they thought to themselves, how could a mortal dare to blackmail a cultivator? There must be someone behind the scenes instructing him, and only a cultivator would dare to do this.

Fan Li seemed to have guessed something and stepped forward and asked, "Who is threatening you?"

When Prefect Song heard the cold voice, he felt it was somewhat familiar, so he raised his head to look for the person who was speaking.

The moment he saw Fan Li, Prefect Song was frightened as if he had seen a ghost and his face turned pale.

"You, you, you... aren't you already dead?!"

Lu Xingran raised her eyes suddenly, murderous intent flashing in her eyes: "What are you talking about? Watch your mouth."

Then, Lu Xingran looked at Fan Li again and asked, "Have you seen this old man?"

The "old man"'s teeth were chattering.

Fan Li smiled wryly, "I just saw it."

Lu Xingran's eyes moved slightly, vaguely guessing what must have happened between Fan Li and Prefect Song, but she didn't ask, she believed Fan Li could handle it.

As soon as Prefect Song blurted out the words, he realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately panicked.

Didn't Master Huang's senior brother say he had killed Fan Li? How could she still be alive?

Fan Li narrowed his eyes slightly, not smiling, "Master Song, are you still concerned about my life?"

Prefect Song felt a chill run down his spine and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy: "Immortal, please spare my life! Immortal, please spare my life!!"

Fan Li moved his fingers, and Prefect Song was lifted up by a force.

It was as if an invisible hand was pinching his neck, and his whole face quickly turned the color of liver.

Prefect Song's eyes were originally small, but now they were wide and round.

Fan Li said in a cold tone: "Who told you I was dead? Take me to see him."

Prefect Song nodded repeatedly and said with difficulty, "Immortal, Immortal. That important person is in my house. I will take you there. Can you let me go first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the power that frightened him disappeared.

Prefect Song's legs were so weak that he leaned against the wall and coughed a few times. He cleared his throat and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. No one can afford to offend that gentleman while you're here!"

Fan Li tilted his head: "The master you are talking about, is it Mr. Mei?"

Prefect Song was slightly surprised: "You are truly as foresighted as a god."

Lu Xingran asked, "Wait, Master Mei is at your house?"

Prefect Song: "Yes! Mr. Mei passed by here and stayed at my house as a guest!" He seemed very proud.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Lu Xingran raised her chin towards someone and asked, "Who is he?"

Prefect Song was a little puzzled, but he still looked in the direction of the sight. His two small eyes narrowed into a line and he looked carefully, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Good sign, sir!

The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world. This is what he is talking about!

Lu Xingran urged, "Tell me, who is he?"

Prefect Song looked at Mei Nianzhi and answered cautiously, "Should I know him?"

Fan Li raised an eyebrow and turned to Mei Nianzhi and said, "Brother, Prefect Song has kindly invited you. Would you like to come with me?"

Mei Nianzhi responded with a "OK".

Prefect Song: No? When did I ever invite you so kindly?

Fan Li thought about it and changed his mind, "A fake one is not worth my brother's trouble. I will let him come here himself."

After saying that, Fan Li took out a talisman from his sleeve and silently recited the formula.

The next moment, the talisman flew into the air.

......

In the garden, two monks in Taoist robes were drinking from their cups in the pavilion, feeling the breeze on their faces and looking very contented.

Not far away, several maids and servants were kneeling on the ground waiting for orders, not daring to raise their heads.

A pockmarked cultivator gulped down his spiritual wine in one gulp and asked worriedly, "Brother, are ten high-grade spiritual stones a bit too much for Prefect Song?"

The monk opposite him looked young, with delicate skin, but he had a mustache, giving him the air of a child pretending to be an adult, which looked very incongruous.

He said calmly, "What do you know? The teleportation array in Wangyou City has been running for hundreds of years. It must have made a lot of money. Otherwise, why would Huang Ergou stay here for so many years?"

"And don't forget our identities. Master Mei is rich enough to rival a nation. How could he possibly be interested in a mid-grade spirit stone?"

Monk Ma Zi thought so too.

The young monk stroked his mustache, narrowed his eyes, and said earnestly, "Details determine success or failure. Junior brother, you still have a lot to learn."

The pockmarked monk's eyes showed deep admiration, as if he had learned something.

"Brother, what you said makes sense. I understand!"

As if thinking of something, the pockmarked monk said worriedly, "Speaking of Huang Ergou, not long ago he sent me a message saying there was a powerful Jindan master in Wangyou City. Then he ran away in disgrace and I can't contact him anymore... Even though that Jindan master has left, what if he comes back?"

Fang Peng tutted and said contemptuously, "Why are you always worried about this or that? How can you achieve anything great if you're so timid?"

The pockmarked monk shrank his neck. "Didn't you say, brother, that it's better to be safe than sorry?"

Fang Peng choked, coughed lightly, and tried to save his dignity by saying, "You have to be flexible in what you do. Just think about it, how could a Jindan expert be willing to come to this shabby place?"

The pockmarked monk scratched his head and said, "Huang Ergou said so."

Fang Peng cursed, "You idiot! You just believe everything others say?!"

The pockmarked monk said innocently, "Brother, why are you scolding me? Could what Huang Ergou said be false?"

"Why can't it be fake?" Fang Peng said wisely, "He said that on purpose to scare us away from coming to Wangyou City so he could reap all the benefits! How could I have fallen for his trick?"

"But didn't Ergou run away?"

Fang Peng also realized that his statement was somewhat contradictory. He coughed twice, rolled his eyes, and tried to justify himself.

"You don't understand. He's putting on a complete show. If he doesn't run away, how can we believe what he says? If there really is a powerful Jindan master, I'll change my surname to Dog!"

Fang Peng snorted coldly, his sharp eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Perhaps Huang Ergou is hiding somewhere right now, and he's going to find a fake Jindan to act out his tricks. After scaring us away, he can have the spirit stones of Wangyou City all to himself!"

The pockmarked monk clenched his fists and angrily shouted, "Damn Huang Ergou! We're brothers, yet he treats us like this! His conscience must have been eaten by a dog!"

"If I see him, I will skin him alive and tear out his tendons!"

Fang Peng's lips curled up slightly.

This idiot is much easier to control than Huang Ergou.

After he clears out all the spirit stones in Wangyou City and steals the teleportation array plate, he can exchange it for a large sum of money. As for this pockmarked guy, let him stay in Wangyou City forever.

At this moment, a talisman floated over from a distance.

Fang Peng paused for a moment, squinted his eyes and saw that the talisman was coming straight towards them.

Before Fang Peng could react, the talisman suddenly turned into a ray of light and rushed into Fang Peng's body.

Ma Zi was shocked: "What's going on? Did Huang Ergou take action?"

Fang Peng's face changed and he suddenly stood up uncontrollably, then walked out quickly like a puppet.

Ma Zi, who hadn't figured out what was going on, stood in the pavilion and asked loudly, "Brother, where are you going in such a hurry? Will you be back for dinner tonight?"

Fang Peng's angry voice came from a distance.

"I've established my foundation and have already practiced fasting! How many times do you want me to remember it?"

"No, that's not the point. I'm under a curse. Come and save me!"

Ma Zi immediately rushed over and saw Fang Peng rolling on the ground. Ma Zi was stunned.

Fang Peng rolled over and shouted, "What are you standing there for, idiot? Come and help me!"