?Chapter 946: Volume 6 Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure Chapter 943 Extortion Chapter 946: Volume 6 Heavenly Skill Spiritual Treasure Chapter 943 Extortion “I’m not interested!


    I never do any deals with sneaky people, so forget about it.”


    To the little old man’s surprise, Han Li outright refused without even listening, a look of astonishment briefly crossing his face.


    However, he then seemed to recall something, his wrinkles smoothing out with a light chuckle.


    “You speak too soon, fellow Daoist.


    It’s better to listen first.


    After hearing me out, Brother Li can still make a decision.


    Otherwise, it is Brother Li who stands to lose,” the old man’s words carried an implicit threat.


    “Disadvantageous to me!


    Now, that does pique some interest in Brother Li.


    Let’s just listen to what you have to say,” Han Li said, hands clasped behind his back, a hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.


    “It’s a wise move for a fellow Daoist to do so.


    First, let me show you something.


    After that, we can talk about the deal,” the old man chuckled, slapping his spirit beast pouch on his waist, and immediately a streak of green light shot out to hover above the old man’s head, revealing a fist-sized spirit beast.


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    This spirit beast looked like a snail magnified several times, its body a striking emerald green, swaying its shiny slender tentacles as it moved very slowly.


    “A Worm Beast…


    What is fellow Daoist’s intention by bringing out this beast?


    Do you intend to have it spray poison at me?” Han Li’s face darkened at the sight of the creature.


    “How could I use such a low-level spirit beast to confront a fellow Daoist?


    Not to deceive Brother Li, this spirit beast of mine has undergone a small mutation, and its mutation happens to have the ability to see through some illusions and blinding techniques.


    When Brother Li was confronting the Yin Sifting Sect disciples earlier, I happened to have a wisp of my consciousness attached to this beast.


    Fellow Daoist should understand what I mean.


    The bamboo tube that you transformed into a saber, though it could deceive others, could not escape the perception of this beast,” the old man grabbed the Worm Beast atop his head and proudly presented it.


    “Even so, what of it?


    What else does fellow Daoist have in mind?” On hearing that the Worm Beast was a mutated creature with the ability to see through illusions, Han Li’s heart grew cautious, though his face betrayed nothing.


    “Haha, why push people thousands of miles away, fellow Daoist?


    I have no ulterior motives; I’m just seeking wealth.


    If fellow Daoist is willing to gift me three or four treasures or a hefty sum of Spirit Stones, I will immediately forget everything I saw and would never dare to bother Brother Li,” the little old man finally revealed his greed, making an outrageous demand.


    “Are you extorting me?” Han Li asked, smiling instead of getting angry.


    “What’s the matter, fellow Daoist?


    Harboring a murderous intent?


    It would be best to put it away.


    I too am a Loose Cultivator and am not afraid of your threatening words.


    I have come before you alone with full confidence in self-preservation.


    I’ve already sent a disciple to follow the Yin Sifting Sect and that Endless Sky Saintess.


    If anything happens here, my disciple will immediately reveal everything about your deceptive item.


    At that point, your troubles will be substantial.


    We’re in Jingjing City, where countless high-level cultivators have come to attend the auction.


    Do you really think you can silence me here?


    One outcry from me, and you’re powerless.


    Then, with my young disciple leading the Yin Sifting Sect here, you won’t be able to escape with me entangling you.


    There’s only one way out for you-death.


    Perhaps even seven or eight Nascent Soul experts might not be able to kill you.


    But what about more?


    To my knowledge, the Yin Sifting Sect in Jinjing doesn’t have just these few Nascent Soul Elders.


    With that many pursuers, are you still confident in escaping?


    Paying to avoid disaster is the smart choice,” the elder stepped back two paces, wearing a cunning smile as he raised his hand, sending a Wooden Shield flying from his sleeve, which turned into a layer of yellow haze enveloping him entirely, looking exceedingly cautious.


    Han Li’s eyebrows knit together sharply, his gaze sweeping over the opponent’s protective screen, his expression fluctuating as he pondered.


    “It seems I do need to offer you some benefits to avoid trouble.


    What kind of treasures would you like?” After a moment, Han Li’s expression regained its composure, his demeanor unnaturally calm as he spoke.


    “That’s more like it.


    I’m just after wealth and have no intention of fighting you to the death.


    I’m not picky, just throw in a few ancient treasures, and I’ll be completely satisfied,” the old man said eagerly, overjoyed at the prospect.


    Han Li’s brow gave an involuntary twitch at the other’s greed.


    He darkened his expression and reached into his storage pouch, flipping his palm, and suddenly, there was a gold and silver light cluster in his hand, within which was an egg-sized sphere.


    “A few ancient treasures, fellow Daoist, your appetite is too large.


    I don’t have other treasures, but this Cloud Mist Bead was something I stumbled upon.


    It doesn’t quite suit my cultivation technique, so you can take it and leave.


    Don’t get too greedy; watch out for bursting yourself,” Han Li said irritably, flicking his wrist and sending the sphere shooting towards the little old man.


    Joy crossed the old man’s face, but with a flash of his eyes, he refrained from catching the treasure with his hands.


    Instead, he tossed the Worm Beast to one side and swept his sleeve, suddenly sending a mass of dark light flying out to envelop the gold and silver sphere.


    After a moment, seeing no abnormalities with the sphere, he carefully reached through the light screen and pulled it towards himself.


    “This device has some unique patterns and doesn’t seem like ordinary gear, but I wonder what its properties are.” With his Divine Sense connected to the Worm Beast nearby, sensing that the sphere in front of him wasn’t an illusion and without the aura of a refined magical treasure, his suspicion was mostly alleviated.


    He reached out to draw the sphere into his hand and inspected it closely while murmuring.


    “As for the effect of this treasure, it would be best for fellow Daoist to test it personally.


    I can assure you, you’re in for a big surprise,” Han Li said indifferently, arms crossed.


    “That goes without saying.


    But to think a single ancient treasure could brush me off, do you think that’s a little too playful?” The old man cautiously attempted to channel Mana into the sphere, all the while greedily trying to squeeze out more benefits.


    Han Li’s mouth curled slightly at the scene unfolding before him, a trace of almost imperceptible scorn flickering across his face.


    “Hmm, quite the child’s play.


    How about this-I send you on your way right now?” he suddenly said, his voice ice-cold.


    The elder was startled by Han Li’s words and hadn’t even had time to react before he frenziedly channeled all his mana into the orb in his hand.


    With a light “pop,” the orb burst apart, and amidst the flickering spiritual light, dozens of insects appeared-the very few Gold Devouring Beetles that Han Li had stored.


    As soon as the insects emerged, they viciously flapped their wings and pounced on the elder.


    At such a close distance, the elder had no time to dodge.


    A bad premonition flickered through his mind just before the Gold Devouring Beetles burrowed into his face, biting fiercely.


    Were it not for the fact that the elder was a Nascent Soul cultivator with a thick protective flash of brilliance, his face would have been stripped to the bone in that instant.


    With so many ferocious Gold Devouring Beetles tearing at his face and his sight obstructed, the elder, overwhelmed by anger and shock, frantically clawed at his face to tear off the beetles.


    Meanwhile, he inhaled sharply, on the verge of emitting a sky-piercing yell to attract other cultivators.


    But at that moment, a bone-chilling sneer reached his ears.


    Although the sound was not loud, as soon as it entered his ears, his Divine Sense was assaulted by a pain tearing him apart.


    Convulsing, the elder involuntarily screamed and the yell at the tip of his tongue ceased abruptly.


    Seized by terror, the elder thought to recklessly shoot up into the air when, the next instant, the intense pain in his Divine Sense suddenly vanished, and the beetles clinging to his face took flight, allowing his vision to clear-he could see again.


    However, at the same time, a golden sword wrapped in violet flames, several feet long, appeared before the elder’s eyes, slashing directly at his head.


    “Ah!” the elder roared in terror, without any time to release any Daoist paper talismans or to use an Escape Technique to evade.


    He could only tumultuously pour all his mana into the shield in front, hoping to at least block this attack.


    The elder, fuming with horror and rage, now understood that the self-proclaimed overseas Loose Cultivator had harbored a murderous intent from the start and had never intended to resolve the situation by forfeiting wealth.


    In his wrath and regret for provoking this person, he took solace that his yellow Wooden Shield was not easily obtained-an ancient treasure with astonishing defensive power.


    He thought that even if his opponent was a mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator, it should be capable of blocking a single strike.


    In the instant these thoughts flickered through the elder’s mind, a quiet “Puchi” sounded.


    As soon as the yellow shield contacted the golden sword, it was sliced through like tofu.


    Then, without the golden sword’s descent halting, with a dazzling flash of golden light, the elder’s body split in two and fell to either side, and a black infant about an inch tall, frozen in a look of terror, remained hovering in the distance, trapped within a block of violet ice, unable to move.


    The golden sword circled once, then effortlessly dispatched the elder’s masterless Worm Beast, turning it into a blood rain, before flying over the violet ice again.


    A clap of thunder sounded, and thick golden lightnings shot out from the sword, turning into a delicate electric net that ensnared the Nascent Soul within.


    As the rumbling continued, both the violet ice and the Nascent Soul inside disintegrated into nothingness amidst the golden light.


    Only then did Han Li’s expression soften slightly, but his actions didn’t stop-he reached out towards the elder’s corpse, and the storage pouch around his waist flew into his hand.


    At the same time, two fist-sized fireballs shot out from his other sleeve, turning both the elder’s and the Worm Beast’s bodies into nothingness.


    Immediately after, Han Li rose into the air without hesitation.


    After flashing a few times, he vanished from the sky like a ghost.


    Merely a quarter of an hour later, five streaks of light, each of a different color, suddenly appeared above where the events had taken place.


    After circling once, the streaks of light descended to the ground, revealing five men and women.


    It was Lin Yinping, Ge Tianhao, four others, and an additional unfamiliar young man-a Core Formation expert.


    “This is indeed the place.


    My teacher’s aura vanished here,” said the young man as he held a Magical Disc with an uneasy expression.


    “There are indeed some remnants of spiritual energy fluctuations here, and it really includes that surnamed Li fellow’s aura.


    There are also some traces of blood.


    It seems your master has been silenced,” Ge Tianhao scanned the area and paused at a spot of crimson on the ground, speaking in a somber tone.


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