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In the light screen, two figures were trapped.

On the left was a figure towering seven zhang tall with a green face and sharp teeth, covered from head to toe in thick scales. He looked terrifying, and it was no surprise that he was an ancient demon.

To his right stood a middle-aged cultivator around forty years old, with long, gracefully styled hair. Looking at the light screen before him, Wang Tinglou's frown deepened.

"Hmph, I never expected this place to have the Six-Syllable Spell to Subdue Demons from the Buddhist Sect. No wonder those spirits and ghosts didn't trigger any restrictions when they passed by; it was only after we got close that we were trapped here. According to what I know, this spell is specifically targeted at demons, so I guess I'm just a fish caught in someone else's net."

"Friend, you have extensive knowledge indeed, but there’s no need for complaint. Although the Six-Syllable Spell to Subdue Demons isn't trivial, it’s nothing that can confine me. Besides, with your help, we should be able to break this restriction without much effort," said the ancient demon with a flicker of sharpness in his eyes.

"True enough, an ordinary array wouldn’t be able to contain us, but this incident has exposed our whereabouts, making it difficult for us to track those spirits and ghosts again," Wang Tinglou replied calmly. His dissatisfaction was evident in his voice.

"But what’s the harm? Are you regretting teaming up with me? The exposure of our trail isn’t my fault; who would have expected a Six-Syllable Spell specifically targeting our holy race here? I made a mistake, but it's inevitable that our whereabouts will be exposed. Even if they discover our trail, what’s the big deal? We’ll lose the element of surprise at most, and we still need to fight for the treasure anyway. What do you have to fear with us working together?" said the ancient demon.

"Hmph, your words are overblown. The opponent has dozens of people, and I’m sure the two leading them are likely late-stage Separation Realm cultivators," Wang Tinglou replied coldly.

"What’s the meaning behind these words? Are you probing me or scared? Late-stage Separation Realm is nothing; although I am confined by the laws of this world and only at an early stage, I’ve been open about my status as a demon progenitor in the upper realms. My realm isn’t the sole determinant of power, and the mystical techniques I know are far beyond your imagination. In a real fight, I won't be outmatched by late-stage Separation Realm cultivators..."

The ancient demon paused for a moment, then turned his huge head to Wang Tinglou: "Besides, you needn’t belittle yourself, Tinglou. My reputation is known; as the top expert in the Twelve States of Heaven and Earth, your fame has reached even here. With such a long-standing reputation, I doubt ordinary late-stage cultivators can compare. We working together don't need to fear two mere spirits."

"Moreover, having so many opponents is laughable. Incorporeal Realm existences are nothing but ants to us; those two big spirits by my side are merely cannon fodder for testing the restrictions. In a real fight, what use would they have?"

"Your words may be somewhat forced, but there’s logic in them," Wang Tinglou said with a changing expression, sighing at last.

"So, you should remove any reservations and fully assist me. As long as you help me obtain the treasure, my promise will not be broken. Once we reach the Holy Realm, I’ll infuse you with demon energy to ensure your safe cultivation up to the Profound Abyss stage; if lucky, evenpromotion cultivation stage might be possible," said the ancient demon, his voice full of temptation.

"Alright!"

Wang Tinglou seemed swayed by the ancient demon's offer and nodded excitedly. However, this was just an act. Wang Tinglou was merely playing along with the ancient demon; as a non-human, he had different intentions.

The ancient demon didn't know this, his eyes flashing with cunning: "We shouldn’t waste time; let’s get started."

Before his words were finished, he shook and released countless dark demonic energies that coalesced into a massive fist. He slammed it against the light screen, creating a thunderous sound far louder than a bolt of lightning.

Wang Tinglou sighed as he waved his sleeves, releasing an orange-colored immortal sword.

A myriad of rays of light shone from the sword, indicating its ancient and extraordinary nature. It fell fiercely towards the front.

Though neither gave their full effort, their powers were formidable. Working together, they would surely break the Six-Syllable Spell to Subdue Demons in no time.

Despite appearing calm on the surface, Wang Tinglou was constantly communicating with Ninglong True Man inside his mind.

"What kind of treasure is hidden atop Penglai Mountain that you and the ancient demon, as well as those spirits from the Netherworld, all desire?" Even though he had reached the Separation Realm, Wang Tinglou couldn't hide his curiosity.

"Divine secrets cannot be revealed."

Ninglong True Man leaned on his hand, his soul lying in Wang Tinglou's dantian, seemingly wanting to take a nap.

Wang Tinglou was left speechless and bewildered; he had seen many things but never such an impudent person.

"Refuse to talk? With so many people coveting the treasure, I don’t know if I can snatch it, but even if I do, why would I give it away when it’s so precious? You didn’t contribute anything. Even in the Spirit Realm, you’re just a powerless soul form; what can you do?" Wang Tinglou said coldly.

"Hmm, no problem. I trust you," Ninglong True Man replied nonchalantly, leaving Wang Tinglou speechless again.

"Trust me; your vague promises have little credibility, and even if they are true, they pale in comparison to this treasure."

"Why do you insist on making me talk? We’ve known each other for so long; you’re a man of honor who wouldn’t easily break his word..." Ninglong True Man sighed.

"You flatter me in vain. A cultivator rises early only for gain," Wang Tinglou said, trying both persuasion and coercion.

Ninglong True Man remained unperturbed, his expression confident: "Tinglou, you don't need to waste your efforts; I can tell you what the treasure is, but I won’t say anything. It’s obvious that it will make you anxious. As for swallowing the treasure, hmpf, my strategy is flawless. This treasure is indeed invaluable, beyond estimation of value. Both me and the ancient demon would find great use in it, but not necessarily for you..."

"Since it's useless to me, I’ll naturally give it to you."

Wang Tinglou’s expression became even more bewildered after hearing this.

With his deep understanding, he could easily distinguish between truth and falsehood. But what kind of treasure were these two upper realm existences desperately seeking but had no use for?

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