Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

aged, looked down at her chest before letting out a roar and plunging headfirst into Hùbǎ's body.>Since Lu Ye came to this world, he had never encountered so many enthusiastic cultivators. Fortunately...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.s, jingle bells.>>The limit of Lu Ye's weapon mastery is indeed not nine. He could wield more weapons long ago, but considering the damage the weapons inflict and the toll they take on one's spirit, h...