I, who was stabbed to death by Alloy Lu Bu, transmigrated into the Star Soul General

"No signal?"

"I wonder if the incredibly intelligent [Cloud Bat God] has arrived yet..."

Inside the cockpit, Qinglong frowned as he looked at the communication bracelet, but then relaxed. "There's still 'me' at home. Why should I worry about these things? I should focus on the divine remnant."

"Emm... I'll also buy some medicinal herbs while I'm at it."

With a swipe of his finger, he opened the map. "Uh... I didn't realize it was that far from here to Sand Sculpture City. Sigh, five days have passed. Old Song is about to make his move... I'll sneak up on him and ambush him."

"disintegration."

At a command, the machine's data was recompressed and stored in the jade disc, completing the disassembly.

whoosh-

The imperial steed carried him and transformed into a dazzling red streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.

------------------(In flight)

A hundred miles outside the sand sculpture city.

Kunkun's excretion area... Pshaw, the forbidden zone for divine remnants.

In the boundless desert, a giant pit with a diameter of 100 meters sits here, with a blood-red crystal mountain plunging straight into the pit, emitting inexplicable fluctuations.

There was a newly built wall around it, with a Lower Domain mech guarding it every ten meters.

Ding Ding Dangdang ...

Many workers were digging and mining in the giant pit, and trucks were used for transportation.

A hundred meters away, there is a white yacht on the sandy sea.

Top deck of the yacht.

“I can feel it,” a blond youth wearing sunglasses said, leaning against the scorching railing, his black clothes swaying in the warm breeze, a smile playing on his lips. “This is the same divine aura as in [Sandwall City]…”

He is Huyan Xing, the young master of the Huyan clan, with a cultivation level of late Earth Rank.

"Hopefully, this time I won't get humiliated like I did in [Sandwall City]."

The one who spoke was the old man with a yellow beard who looked incredibly strong, standing next to Huyan Xing.

The old man was bald, with two cross-shaped scars on his head. His beard was as thick as hair, and it was even tied into an exquisite braid with a gold headband. He wore a red robe that resembled a monk's robe.

It was Hu Yanfa, the protector of the young master Hu Yan, one of the four elders of Hu Yan, whose cultivation level was at the early stage of the Heaven Rank.

This name is bad; it should be called Huyan Bald Head.

“You’re wrong, Uncle Fa. The Mai family is different from the Mai family. They are thorough “merchants”. Therefore, our Huyan family is determined to get this lump of divine remains!”

After saying that, Hu Yanxing turned around and looked back. "Young Master Jin, I think we can discuss a deal."

The man known as "Young Master Jin" was a long-haired man with bangs covering his right eye, giving him a mysterious air. He wore a sand-yellow military-style long coat and had a red ribbon draped over his right shoulder.

This person is named 'McKin', the first in line to inherit the Mai family, and his cultivation level is in the late stage of the Earth Rank.

"Young Master Xing, you should understand that our Mai family has the [Mu Lu Clan] behind us and is not short of money..."

However, McKinney's statement that he "doesn't lack money" doesn't mean he "refuses to trade," he just wants to see how much he has.

"Don't worry, Young Master Jin," Hu Yanxing winked, his smile remaining unchanged, "You won't lose out by trading with the Hu Yan family..." (If this doesn't work, then we'll just have to resort to outright robbery...)

“Heh…” McKinley smiled insincerely, his eyes unmoved. “Then we’ll see what kind of ‘price’ you can offer.”

He exuded an aura of treachery, but his disguise was impeccable, like a venomous snake lurking in a pile of fallen leaves.

whoosh-

Just then, a red streak of light flashed overhead.

A paper bag labeled [KFC] slowly floated down from the sky and landed squarely on McKinsey's head. Spicy sauce dripped into his eyes, making the scene instantly comical.

A flock of crows flew by, one person's lips twitched, and two others suppressed a laugh.

Meanwhile, above the sand sculpture city.

The buildings here are all sandcastles constructed from sand and clay, reminiscent of ancient Egypt. Pedestrians on the street are either wearing cloaks or headscarves.

“Taku——!”

Azure Dragon leaped down from the Emperor's Steed, its flight forming the Chinese character "太" (tai) in the wind, a smear of oil still clinging to its mouth. "System," it murmured, "try to expand the food business. I really miss the taste of home..."

This is just a data simulation, and it doesn't really fill you up...

"Why worry about all that? As long as it tastes good, that's all that matters. I'm a top expert at the Heavenly Peak, all I care about when I eat is the taste. Nutrition? Even if it's nutritious, is it as nutritious as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

He dodged a bird and continued, "Scan Sand Sculpture City. I need the city's layout, and also locate [Central District]!"

"I'm determined to take Ao Bing, this Star Soul General. Not even Jesus can stop me!"

【bite…】

Scan successful…

tread!

Following the system's guidance, the Azure Dragon changed direction in mid-air, soaring through the air towards the [Central District], transforming into a streak of light and gently landing in a dark alley.

"Hey everyone, come take a look... A brand new demon slave, starting bid only 8000 Lower Domain Coins, that's a really good price!!"

"Don't miss it!"

"Absolutely fair and honest auction, you won't lose out! You won't be cheated!"

"..."

Not far away, the sounds of vendors hawking their wares could be heard one after another.

"Um…"

Wiping the grease from his lips, Qinglong stepped out of the dark alley, strode forward, and pondered, stroking his chin. "The demon race has a low status here; recruiting them shouldn't be too difficult..."

"Duang~"

It felt like I touched something soft.

“Oh shit…”

With a scream, the Azure Dragon was thrown backward by the recoil. Out of the corner of its eye, it caught a glimpse of its soft owner, who turned out to be Huang Miaoyin, one of the Four Sages of Xishui Kingdom.

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "I bumped into a Saint-level fiend, will she kill me to silence me? That's unnecessary..."

Bang!

Qinglong plunged headfirst into the trash can.

However, he was no ordinary top-tier expert.

The body is covered with a layer of protective energy, which prevents any filth from getting on it.

"She didn't come to kill me?" Qinglong remained headfirst, his heart pounding with anxiety, but after a moment nothing happened. "She's gone?"

With a "whoosh," he pulled his head out, cast a cleansing spell, and furtively looked around. "He's really gone... This doesn't fit the image of a cool and aloof older sister, does it?"

[Foolish host, have you forgotten that one of your titles has the effect of making everyone subconsciously assume you're a good person?]

"Oh, that's not surprising."

Sniff...sniff...

“I remember she would run into Kun Kun…” Qinglong’s nose twitched slightly as he followed Huang Miaoyin’s scent all the way to a tavern on Market Street.

This tavern was located next to the slave market and served mostly "old perverts".

"Hopefully, this will shield me from the senses of a Saint-level being..." He had prepared a stealth talisman beforehand before pushing open the tavern door, cleverly avoiding the customers as he walked up to the second floor.

No sound was made, as if it were an invisible ghost.

Squeak—

"Is it...the wind blowing?" The bartender only saw the door creaking and moving, but couldn't see anyone. He felt something was strange, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"..."

The tavern is on the second floor, near the window overlooking the slave market.

"Humph…"

A pale-skinned, blue-haired young man watched the ongoing auction in the market, a hint of anger lurking between his brows. His hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was quite furious.

His name is Lan Kun, a prince of the Dragon Sea Kingdom, a half-demon of mixed merman and human blood.

(No wonder Kun Kun would help count the money even if he was sold out; he's so kind-hearted...)

On the corner table, a wine glass suddenly floated in the air and began to sway, as if an invisible hand was gently shaking it, before being drunk in one gulp by an invisible person.

If this location hadn't been so well hidden, Qinglong wouldn't have been so bold.

Swish!

A stealth eavesdropping and tracking talisman flew towards 'Kun Kun' and stuck to his ankle without attracting any attention.

(Mission accomplished, now there's no fear of losing them.) Immediately, Qinglong leaped out of the window, using the air to propel himself to the rooftop, where he crouched on the eaves to eavesdrop.

"call…"

"It's so exciting to do something under the nose of a Saint-level expert..."

Actually, if it weren't for the fear of causing a powerful butterfly effect like [Xuanwu], Qinglong wouldn't have wanted to go through all this trouble; he could have just directly snatched the divine remains and Ao Bing's soul jade.

But... he couldn't afford to gamble, so he could only try to keep his actions small.

"Makka Pakka, Bibu Bibu." (Your subordinate, Blue Gourmet, greets Your Highness.)

"Makka Pa-ra, Bibu Bibu." (Your subordinate, Blue Carp, greets Your Highness.)

"Um…"