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第两千二百二十八章 内中隐情

"These魔 stones, please let Daoist friend count them to see if the number is correct?"

Although Lin Xuan knew full well that the other party was doing this with ulterior motives, he wasn't bothered. He would handle it as it came—when the bullets came, the generals would fight; when the water came, the earth would block it. Why not accept a gift that had been offered?

Even if there were ulterior motives, what of it? After all, Lin Xuan had concealed his true strength. If the other party really thought he was just an ordinary元婴级别的魔族, they would end up losing in the end.

In other words, Lin Xuan wasn't afraid; with such power, his confidence was bound to be high!

Thus, it was a mutual agreement—Lin Xuan and the middle-aged魔族 both got what they wanted. The transaction ended amicably for all parties involved.

"Daoist friend, how could I not trust you? No need to check."

After saying this, the middle-aged魔族 inserted his sleeve robe and stowed away the storage bag containing the魔 stones without checking them. As expected, he didn't bother with a check since he was planning to lose money on this transaction anyway. A little more or less loss wouldn't matter as long as he could get rid of that troublemaker.

With these thoughts in mind, his gaze towards Lin Xuan became somewhat strange, filled with pity and mockery, though it was only fleeting.

Seeing Lin Xuan admiring the treasures, the middle-aged魔族 assumed that this subtle change in expression would not be noticed by Lin Xuan. However, he was mistaken; with Lin Xuan's powerful spirit sense, even a single ant crawling around wouldn't escape his notice. The middle-aged魔族's expressions were clear to Lin Xuan, though he didn't say anything.

Sometimes, it wasn't necessary to lay everything out in the open—better to be vague and let people guess.

With that, Lin Xuan stood up and bid farewell.

"Daoist friend, have a good journey. I still have business to attend to, so no need for you to see me off."

"Haha, shopkeeper, you're too polite. Go on with your affairs; I don't need any farewells," said Lin Xuan with a smile as he bowed and left the room.

Watching Lin Xuan's back disappear, the middle-aged魔族's face showed a sneer of satisfaction, his excitement evident and uncontrollable.

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Afterwards, he rolled up his sleeve robe, and a black token flew out. The middle-aged魔族 grabbed it and gently shook it; from within, a dark light emerged. Astonishingly, a hole appeared in the corner of the room.

The circular opening was not spacious enough for more than one person to pass through, but that wasn't an issue.

Inside, everything was pitch black, with steps leading down into the distance.

The middle-aged魔族 stepped down the stairs.

The staircase wasn't long; it took only a few minutes to reach the bottom. A round stone house came into view.

The interior was very simple—just one table and one chair. In the corner near the stone wall, there was something that looked like a bed, on which an elderly man lay. His appearance resembled that of the middle-aged魔族, so they must be related by blood.

"Uncle!"

The middle-aged魔族 bowed to the elder, his face full of respect: "Are you feeling better?"

"Has that ghostly牟 been sent away?"

"Yes, it was sent out. To lure the other party, I even gave up three more treasures," said the middle-aged魔族 with a pained expression.

"Three more treasures?"

"That's right; that guy has an insatiable appetite. He wanted not only the 天鬼斧 but also the 追魂夺命针 and the 失魂鼓. Even the 魔龟盾 was taken," he said, clearly regretting his decision.

"Is that so?" The elder on the stone bed closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, revealing a spark of brilliance in his gaze: "These three treasures are indeed non-trivial, but it's fine. To avoid disaster, we must pay some price. These minor losses can be borne."

"The words of my uncle are correct; I share the same thoughts. However, will that ghostly牟 honor his promise and lift the curse from Uncle after finding a new host for the 天鬼斧?" The middle-aged man said with concern.

"Rest assured. Although old man was constrained by that old fellow, he left behind some contingency plans. Since I fulfilled his conditions, that old ghost wouldn't dare break his word; otherwise, would he not fear the heartfire of thought?"

"Heartfire of thought—so Uncle has left such a contingency plan? That's reassuring," said the middle-aged man with obvious relief on his face.

"Humph! What reason is there for celebration? The ghostly牟 once ruled over the魔族 thousands of years ago. It was said that he killed more than ten魔尊, reaching the 分神 stage. In the end, he somehow angered a saint ancestor and was destroyed by the saint's power."

"At that time, many forces rejoiced at his demise, believing him to be gone forever. The old man only saw records of his deeds in ancient texts; who would have thought that even facing the saint's thunderbolt, this madman could use a secret technique to split his元婴 and hide most of it with his soul, attaching the rest to the 天鬼斧."

"Since then, the artifact has remained hidden until three hundred years ago when I discovered an ancient cultivator’s lair and obtained this infamous treasure. At the time, I was overjoyed; its value could rival that of a divine treasure. But it turned out to be a blessing in disguise."

"Luckily, my situation didn't suit possession by another body. However, that old ghost also cursed me, forcing me to find him a suitable host for his possession," the elder said.

"Uncle's words are correct; don't grieve over this matter. The troublemaker has been sent away, and no matter how arrogant or domineering he becomes in the future, it won't affect us much. I just have one curiosity..."

"What is your curiosity?"

"Why would that Lin family guy be chosen as a host? His talent isn't particularly impressive; he's merely an ordinary元婴级别的修仙者," said the middle-aged man, rubbing his forehead with confusion.

"I don't know either, but possession and cultivation level aren't closely related. With the ghostly牟's abilities, he could quickly recover his cultivation if given a suitable body. However, to be honest, that person's cultivation is lacking, but what does it matter? I only hope we never have any further dealings with that old monster."

"Uncle speaks truthfully; it was my fault for being overly attached," said the middle-aged man.

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