166: Chapter 167 Demon Cultivator Trade Fair!

Inside the cave.

Lu Ming walked into a deep, dark passage.

Night-luminescent stones were embedded in the surrounding walls, emitting a faint glow.

As he continued to walk, his vision gradually widened.

What came into view was an open underground space, with a giant stone platform in the center and a dozen tables and chairs arranged around the periphery.

Each seat was not close together; instead, they were spaced far apart.

Honestly, Lu Ming didn't think this place looked like a trading meet.

It looked more like a secret society preparing to hold an evil sacrificial ritual in an underground cave.

At this time, many Cultivators had already arrived, most of them clad in black robes.

Some wore veils, while others had altered their faces and concealed their figures.

But what they all had in common was a faint trace of Devilish Qi lingering about them.

This made the sense of a cult gathering even stronger.

However, it seemed that this was indeed the case; Lu Ming had truly never seen so many Demonic Cultivators before.

Normally, these were rare sights, difficult to encounter.

Just then, a slender female Cultivator, whose Qi Refining cultivation was only at the seventh level, sashayed gracefully towards him, swaying her delicate waist.

She came before Lu Ming and bowed deeply, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

“May I ask if Senior is here for the trading meet?”

“Yes.”

Lu Ming nodded slightly.

“Senior, please follow me.”

A soft, sweet voice sounded in Lu Ming’s ear as the female Cultivator bowed respectfully.

Lu Ming looked at the beautiful and voluptuous female Cultivator and did not refuse.

He pulled her into his embrace and was led towards a seat.

They arrived at a table where a Spirit food banquet was already prepared, with Spiritual Qi emanating from it.

These Spirit foods were not much for Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but for Qi Refining Cultivators, consuming them was no less than taking a first-grade Advanced Spirit Pill.

“How exquisite!”

Lu Ming praised silently.

It seemed the organizer behind this Demonic Cultivator Trading Meet was also a person of refined taste.

“Senior, this servant can attend to Senior during your meal.”

At this, the female Cultivator beside him bit her red lip lightly, speaking with a blush on her face.

Lu Ming glanced at her but did not refuse.

These female benefactors were all unfortunate souls, abducted by Devil Heads and forced to serve with their beauty.

How could Lu Ming bear to refuse!

Withdrew that extremely restless hand, Lu Ming sat upright at the table, then beckoned to the female Cultivator.

“Come here!”

“Thank you, Senior! This servant is named Qiaoyue.”

Joy appeared on Qiaoyue’s face, and she took small, quick steps to the table.

As maids at the trading meet, without the Seniors’ permission, they dared not overstep in the slightest.

Without Lu Ming needing to instruct her, she consciously unbuttoned a few buttons on her skirt sleeves, then nestled into Lu Ming’s embrace and began to serve him his meal.

Lu Ming accepted all the Spirit foods Qiaoyue offered.

Anyway, this was just a Puppet body, so he wasn't afraid of any tricks here.

At the same time, Lu Ming was also observing the surroundings.

There were quite a few Cultivators being served by maids like him, but most were merely tasting, not being too unrestrained.

However, some unrestrained Cultivators were a bit excessive.

They had already begun to “surf” without any regard, and lewd sounds spread throughout the cave.

“Simply unbearable to watch.”

Lu Ming felt his eyes were defiled and quickly averted his gaze.

Qiaoyue, who was serving Lu Ming his meal, noticed his abnormality, thinking that this Senior also had such an idea.

Blushing, she leaned close to Lu Ming’s ear and exhaled like orchids.

“Senior, there’s still some time before the trading meet. Does this servant need to loosen your muscles and bones for you?”

As she spoke, a faint pink mist emanated from Qiaoyue’s fragrant mouth, transforming into a nimble little snake that moved towards Lu Ming.

“Behave!”

Lu Ming glanced at her askance and refused unceremoniously.

Then, with a thought of his Divine Thought, he dispersed the faint pink mist and dispelled the seductive charm from Qiaoyue.

A trading meet, turning into a seafood wholesale market, what kind of decorum is that!

Such despicable tactics were meant to disturb Lu Ming's Dao Heart!

Their intentions were punishable!

Moreover, with so many people present, he didn’t have such a fetish.

A bit of hand-play was enough; other things could be discussed in private.

Most importantly, this was just a Puppet Clone!

So, in the end, was he enjoying himself, or was the deceased Huang Yuhai enjoying himself?

A hint of disappointment flashed in Qiaoyue’s eyes, but she dared not say more.

Time quietly slipped away like this.

Cultivator figures arrived one after another.

Their faces, figures, and attire varied.

But what was consistent was that the aura they exuded was all at the Foundation Establishment level.

In the end, more than twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators had gathered in the venue.

“Qiaoyue, do you recognize anyone?”

Lu Ming, dribbling with one arm, asked via Divine Sense transmission.

“Some… Senior… I recognize.”

Qiaoyue’s face was flushed, and she answered haltingly.

“Very good. Then introduce them to me; there will be a reward.”

Lu Ming’s mischievous hand rummaged in Qiaoyue’s embrace, and a few Medicinal Pills fell into her cleavage.

Qiaoyue’s eyes lit up, thinking that this Senior was truly generous.

Quietly putting away the Medicinal Pills, Qiaoyue lay on Lu Ming’s chest and whispered.

“That is Senior Song Yuan.”

“That is…”

“…”

Lu Ming listened quietly, observing these Cultivators.

Among them were a few new “leeks” on the list.

However, the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Zhu Zhengran was not among them.

Lu Ming didn’t think the other party hadn’t come; he guessed this person had changed his name.

Lu Ming wasn’t in a hurry to find him; once on the list, there was no escaping.

Moreover, this trading meet, if not all, had gathered many Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivators from the Southern Wilderness Region.

Perhaps during the trading meet later, a few more companions could be added.

“This old man Kutengzi will preside over this trading meet.”

At this moment, an old man leaning on a Dragon-headed cane stepped onto the high platform.

He looked around at the crowd below with a gentle smile on his face.

“Soon, every Fellow Daoist can voluntarily come up and present the treasures they wish to sell or seek to purchase. Each person will have fifteen minutes.

Of course, all Fellow Daoists can also conduct private transactions for treasures.”

“However, this old man must state the unpleasantries first: this trading meet operates on the principles of fairness and impartiality. No one is to oppress others with their power! No one is to cause trouble! Those who disregard the rules will be attacked by the group! Do not say you were not warned!”

Kutengzi spoke slowly, but his narrow eyes and aquiline nose made his face appear extremely sinister.

“Alright, this old man will not ramble on. For this trading meet, let this old man set an example first!”

With that, Kutengzi flipped his wrist and took out a small, pitch-black banner.

“The Evil Soul Banner, refined from the flesh and Divine Soul of two Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and nourished by the essence, Qi, and spirit of a hundred Qi Refining Cultivators.

Its strength and power are in no way inferior to a Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact. It can summon a hundred ghosts to battle and possesses the effects of hooking souls, seizing spirits, and shaking the Divine Soul.

It can be exchanged for an equivalent Spiritual Artifact or Medicinal Pills and treasures that increase cultivation during the Foundation Establishment Stage. If not, Spirit Stones can also be used to purchase it.”

After speaking, Kutengzi injected his magic power into the Evil Soul Banner.

Immediately, a chilling aura permeated the venue, and simultaneously, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling echoed throughout.

Many Qi Refining Cultivators felt dizzy and their Divine Souls trembled, all showing expressions of horror.

Even Qiaoyue, in Lu Ming’s arms, couldn’t stop trembling.