He Lan Tianxia

Chapter 221 Entering the Demon Tower: The Bag Inside is Troublesome

A cloud of black mist billowed out, and the demon lord of the nineteen-story demon tower smiled wickedly, a voice of indistinct gender drifting over:

"Sect Master, do you think I am not in the tower?"

"You know me?" The Pavilion Master looked up and saw a body that was neither male nor female on the demon tower shrouded in black mist.

"Heh, Pavilion Master really has a bad memory. Back in the Nine Demon Forest, you chased me so recklessly that you almost killed me. Fortunately, Heaven had a kind heart and let me meet the Tower Master of the Nine Demon Tower. Later, I became the Tower Master of the Nineteenth Demon Tower and am where I am today."

After exhaling a burst of black mist behind the Demon Lord, he didn't forget to extend his long-fingered finger and flick the string of beads hanging from his forehead, chuckling as he spoke:

"Master, let's put aside our past grievances for now. Your arrival from so far away today shows that we are still connected by some fate. Otherwise, Master, please follow the will of heaven and stay in the Nineteenth Level Demon Tower, what do you say?"

The pavilion master felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps immediately rose all over his body. However, since he needed a favor, he couldn't get angry, so he suppressed his discomfort and forced himself to remain calm, saying:

“I appreciate your kind offer, Tower Master. However, I have important matters to attend to and cannot spare the time. I hope you will understand.”

The tower master was displeased, his face darkened, and he said, "If you don't know what's good for you, then you can stay here."

After saying that, the Demon Tower Master turned around and disappeared into the black mist, leaving only the bound Pavilion Master standing alone on the nineteenth floor of the Demon Tower.

The rope seemed to be a cursed rope, and the Pavilion Master couldn't break free no matter what he tried. The empty tower was devoid of even the black mist. Strangely, the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water and the cloth bag were still lying next to the Pavilion Master. Perhaps the Tower Master of the Demon Tower thought that the Pavilion Master couldn't escape.

The Pavilion Master stared at the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water for a long while, and a brilliant plan came to him. Since his legs could move, he could take the cloth bag first. With a flick of his foot, the cloth bag stood upright under the influence of his internal energy. Then, he slightly adjusted the direction of his palm, and the cloth bag actually flew up according to his will.

Just as the Pavilion Master was sucking up the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water, the cloth bag suddenly flew up with a whoosh. Before the Pavilion Master could understand what was happening, the cloth bag suddenly stuffed the Pavilion Master and the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water into it.

The Pavilion Master finally understood why the Demon Tower Master was so carefree in leaving him here unattended; it turned out that the cloth bag was watching him.

The Pavilion Master was put into the bag again, but this time he wasn't as flustered as the first time. He wanted to take this opportunity to figure out the secrets inside the bag.

The sack was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The sect leader's upper body and hands were bound, so he could only kick it. Hmm? It didn't seem to have kicked the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water; it felt soft, and he couldn't tell what it was.

The Pavilion Master stretched out his foot again, but lo and behold, something suddenly grabbed his feet, startling him so much that he whirled around and unleashed a flurry of double kicks.

With a sudden thud, it looked like a person? The sect leader's hair stood on end. The cloth bag clearly only contained him and the jar of Crimson Spirit Spring water, so how could there be anything else?

How bizarre! And what followed was even more bizarre. As he gasped for breath, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around him from behind, and those long, cold fingernails, like the gliding tips of swords, slid down to his throat. Then, a chilling voice came from behind.

“Master, now that you’re in, don’t even think about leaving. I can give you all the treasures of the Nine-Story Demon Tower.”

The pavilion master breathed a sigh of relief; he felt at ease knowing who the person in front of him was.