Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

When Fang Chen returned to the quiet room, he found several monks following him on the way. Even when he returned to the quiet room, those monks were still watching from a short distance outside.

Unsurprisingly, these monks were with the group of people who died in his hands, and they were all members of the pickpocket gang.

Che Yuxuan didn't want to talk about this matter much before. From his attitude, it can be analyzed that there must be some kind of connection between these monks and the ship owner.

"It will take more than four years to reach Taichu. It's not good to be worried about the thief all day long."

Fang Chen muttered to himself, and his soul left his body and shuttled through the quiet rooms.

Floors below the 60th floor are human-level quiet rooms, while floors 61 to 30 are earth-level quiet rooms.

The last ten floors are heaven-level quiet rooms, with about twenty rooms in total.

Fang Chen swept through the human-level and earth-level areas in an instant, and his soul finally came to the heaven-level area, and finally saw the target he was looking for in a certain quiet room.

This heaven-level quiet room is rich in spiritual power, more than ten times that of the human-level quiet room. At this moment, a young man with a calm face is sitting.

The aura of the young man was obviously that of the early stage of the Golden Elixir. There were two female cultivators sitting on his left and right sides, who wanted to completely collapse on the young man.

In front of the young man, there was a foundation-building monk kneeling. He lowered his head and looked a little scared.

"Old Wang, how many years have you been with me?"

The young man suddenly spoke.

The foundation-building monk's expression trembled, and he quickly replied: "Sir, it's been thirty-eight years."

"Has it been so long..."

The young man sighed, "Since it's been thirty-eight years, you still don't know my temper?"

There was a trace of fear in the eyes of the foundation-building monk, and he was sweating violently. He didn't know how to answer.

"You said someone killed one of my people, and you didn't come to me with this person's head and just came back empty-handed. How can you expect me to trust you in the future?"

The young man sighed softly: "There are many people who are not ashamed of our profession, but in fact, I can advance to the golden elixir. It is because of my tireless efforts over the years to find the resources for practice that I can finally condense the golden elixir.

In this process, it will not always be smooth sailing, and you will encounter some difficult troubles. How to solve these troubles? I have learned something, kill, keep killing, kill until they tremble, kill until they are afraid. "

After a pause, he said, "In this way, they will know whether they should provoke us and how much it will cost to provoke us. Only then can this business be stable and stable despite being blown by the wind over the years. You can even Can’t you even understand this?”

"Sir, I understand. I will definitely take this person's head and tell the others what will happen if you go against me and others, so that you can regain your lost face!"

The foundation-building monk said quickly.

The young man smiled softly: "It's not too late to understand now. I heard that this person paid a fine of five thousand low-grade spiritual stones? It seems that he has a lot of money.

There is still one month, when the ship will dock for supplies, you will find a way to bring him to the shore and deal with it. "

"Sir, if he didn't land... he would have been hiding in the quiet room..."

The foundation-building monk asked cautiously.

There are rules for building ships, and there are some rules that even they dare not break easily.

"Then just break into the quiet room and kill him. Do you want me to teach you?"

The young man frowned slightly.

"But the shipowner..."

The foundation-building monk was slightly stunned.

"They will turn a blind eye. As long as you use clean methods, everyone will know if you don't make trouble."

The young man chuckled.

"My subordinate understands."

The foundation-building monk's eyes moved, he bowed respectfully, and then exited the quiet room.

Fang Chen frowned.

Break into the quiet room and kill him?

It seems that this golden elixir has a good relationship here. If the ship owner can even tolerate this, it means that the two parties have a deep conflict of interests.

As soon as the foundation-building monk left, the door of the quiet room was suddenly pushed open again, and a carefree young man walked in. He smiled at the young man and said:

"Chen Sheng, should you give me your filial piety this month?"

A warm smile appeared on the young man's face: "Fellow Daoist Zhou, the spirit stone has been prepared."

He gently waved his sleeves and robes, and suddenly there were a thousand low-grade spiritual stones in front of him.

The careless young man looked at it with greedy eyes and immediately put these low-grade spiritual stones into the storage ring.

"By the way, I just heard that you encountered a thorn in the side. It's best to do this matter cleanly, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain it to my uncle."

The young man left a word, turned around and left.

After he left, the smile on Chen Sheng's face disappeared and his expression was gloomy.

"Sir, this Qi Refining monk is so arrogant that he dares to call you by your first name."

A female cultivator looked a little annoyed.

Chen Sheng said calmly: "Who gave him a good uncle? If we want to continue to make a living here, we must maintain a good relationship through him."

After a pause, "Are you sure you have looked everywhere for the person we are looking for? Isn't he on this ship?"

Another female cultivator said quickly: "Sir, we have been looking back and forth several times in the past few months, but we haven't seen the person we are looking for.

However, many monks have disguised themselves, and it is difficult to find them based on their appearance alone. Why don't you personally come forward and let them disguise themselves? "

Chen Sheng sneered: "Do you know who this person is? He kills golden elixirs like he kills chickens, am I here to seek death in person?

All you have to do is investigate secretly. If you can't find anything better, I just want to live here in peace and earn some meager spiritual stones, and I don't want to get involved in those troubles. "

The female cultivator looked stern and quickly lowered her head and responded: "I understand, slave."

"Find someone?"

Fang Chen was thoughtful.

It seems that there is someone behind this golden elixir. No wonder he can blatantly plunder others here.

With a thought in his mind, Fang Chen followed the monk named Zhou to another heaven-level quiet room.

"Uncle, this is Chen Sheng's filial piety this month."

The monk surnamed Zhou respectfully handed a thousand low-grade spiritual stones to a middle-aged man in green robes in front of him.

The middle-aged man in green robe just glanced at it lightly, then put away the storage ring, leaving fifty low-grade spiritual stones and throwing them to the monk surnamed Zhou.

"I heard that five of Chen Sheng's subordinates were killed today?"

The middle-aged man in green robe said calmly.

The monk surnamed Zhou collected the spirit stone and gloated: "Yes, the murderer lives in a human-level quiet room. He didn't expect to be so rich and even paid a fine of five thousand."

"When you see Chen Sheng again, remember to tell him not to make things too big, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my employer. If I ruin my employer's reputation, he won't be able to compensate for the loss."

The middle-aged man in green robe said calmly.

The monk surnamed Zhou nodded quickly, and then said with some confusion: "Uncle, in fact, we can hold this business in our own hands, why do we need to use others' hands?"

"Chen Sheng's background is a bit complicated. Since my employer turns a blind eye, we shouldn't think too much about it. We just need to pay enough to pay filial piety every month."

The middle-aged man in green robe finished speaking and waved his hand to signal the monk surnamed Zhou to retreat.

"If you honor one thousand low-grade spiritual stones a month, you can earn at least three thousand low-grade spiritual stones, which is thirty-six thousand a year. Sure enough, business without capital is the most profitable."

Fang Chen sighed a little.

At the same time, he also paid some attention to what the middle-aged man in Qingpao said about Chen Sheng's complicated background.

After a few breaths, Fang Chen's soul returned to his body.

But there was a thought in his mind. There were monks from the Soul-Slaying Division communicating and talking.

[It's great to congratulate me. I heard that General Kunlong was beaten to pieces by several masters of our Lingzhan Division, and only one Nascent Soul escaped! 】

[I have also heard about this matter. I think those colleagues will be able to remember this as a great achievement. 】

[It's a pity. It would be great if Nascent Soul could also be left behind. It would be better to let it escape with a trace of life. 】

General Kunlong has lost his body?

Fang Chen had a faint smile in his eyes. After a few months, this was the best news he had heard.