378: Soul Yuan Spirit Fruit

One of the young men gazed idly at the rotten fruit on the display stand and said, "Are you sure it's this thing? It doesn't look like much, yet it requires an Immortal King Tool."

Hearing this, another person responded with a smile, "Young Master Ji, don't let its appearance fool you. It has miraculous effects on the soul."

"It's a rare treasure. If it weren't for some rot, its value would be several times higher."

Another person suddenly interjected, "So you plan to offer this rotten fruit to that person?"

"Haha, naturally. A good horse needs a good saddle. That person just happens to need this kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure. Perhaps it can even solidify our relationship."

Just then, a middle-aged steward, whose chest was embroidered with the words Linglang Firm, quickly ran over and respectfully said to the group, "Young Masters, I apologize for not greeting you sooner. Please forgive me."

The three young men didn't even lift their heads upon hearing him, continuing their conversation as if they didn't see him at all.

The middle-aged steward was very good at maintaining his composure. Seeing this, he showed no displeasure and continued to speak:

"Young Masters, have you decided on the Soul Essence Spirit Fruit? If so, I'll have someone bring it to you..."

"I'll take this!"

A light and airy voice rang out, interrupting the steward's words. Lin Yan, pulling Xian Nianxi, strode over and casually tossed an Immortal King Tool to the steward.

The young men finally shifted their gaze to Lin Yan, their brows furrowing in displeasure.

"Hey, don't you know about first come, first served? This is what this Young Master saw first."

The young man in the middle of the trio reprimanded.

Lin Yan ignored him and calmly looked at the somewhat flustered steward, who instantly recovered and looked at Lin Yan with surprise and uncertainty, remaining silent.

"Take out the item and give it to me!"

Lin Yan's tone was calm, as if he wasn't discussing but commanding, carrying a special magic that made the steward's heart tremble.

But very quickly, he nodded and walked towards the display stand, looking as if he was about to take out the Soul Essence Spirit Fruit.

Seeing this, the three young men could no longer sit still. The seemingly idle young man, referred to as Young Master Ji, his face darkened, and his voice laced with a hint of threat, he shouted at the steward:

"Stop right there! How does your Linglang Firm do business? Can't you tell we reserved this?"

The Linglang Firm's steward acted uncharacteristically; his previous respect vanished, replaced by solemnity. He slowly said:

"Young Masters, I asked you, but received no reply. This guest spoke first!"

"Presumptuous!"

Upon hearing the steward's words, the three young men were all enraged. They clearly hadn't expected to be defied in this small Biluo City, and they shouted loudly, exuding a murderous aura.

Behind them, several powerful cultivators with formidable auras had appeared at some point. They were clearly protectors, and seeing the change in the situation, they revealed themselves.

The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of many people, who looked over with curiosity and surprise.

Yao Wuhen had also obtained what he wanted at this time. He frowned and looked in the direction of the noise, realizing that Lin Yan seemed to be in trouble. He was about to go over to help, but was stopped by the Red-Haired Elder beside him.

The stern Red-Haired Elder with a full head of red hair looked at the young men and whispered, "They are a force under the Thunder Holy Hall of Cangyuan Continent, Young Master, you..."

"It's fine. I know what you want to say. Although I was defeated by the Thunder Saint and even had my foundation injured by him, it doesn't mean my Heavenly Demon Palace fears the Thunder Holy Hall."

A cold glint flashed in Yao Wuhen's eyes. After speaking, he walked towards Lin Yan's position.

"A mere servant dares to get so arrogant? Call out your Firm Master!"

The three young men's expressions were utterly cold, as if they were looking at a dead man.

If not for their apprehension about the Linglang Firm's background, the three of them would have long ordered someone to destroy this place.

The steward remained neither humble nor arrogant, standing in place, seemingly waiting for something.

Soon, a graceful woman appeared, dressed in a purple long dress, its hem gently swaying like a blooming violet. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, she had a pair of phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and red lips, adorned with a faint smile.

Seeing the newcomer, the steward quickly and respectfully called out, "Firm Master!"

The woman nodded slightly and smiled alluringly at the several gloomy young men, "Young Masters, I am the Firm Master of this Linglang Firm. I heard someone was looking for me?"

Hmph.

The young man referred to as Young Master Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a sense of danger from the woman before him. He then said in a deep voice:

"Is this how your Linglang Firm treats its guests, allowing others to snatch things from us without a word?"

"The rule of my Linglang Firm is that whoever speaks first, the item belongs to them. Prices are clearly marked, and there is no deception."

"Moreover, as far as I know, this guest spoke first. Before that, I had already inquired with the Young Masters, but received no reply."

The woman spoke each word clearly, leaving the young men momentarily speechless.

But this greatly stimulated their innate arrogance. The young man in the middle flashed a sinister look in his eyes and said menacingly, "Do you know who we are?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the atmosphere in the venue instantly became tense, as if a fight could break out at any moment.

However, the woman in the purple dress didn't care at all upon hearing this and smiled, "No matter who you are, you cannot break the rules of my Linglang Firm."

As she spoke, a wisp of aura, belonging only to an Immortal King Realm expert, emanated from her.

And among those young men, the highest cultivation was only late Immortal Monarch, completely not on the same level.

Even the protectors behind them looked at the woman with grave expressions, not daring to act rashly.

"You are merely dogs under the Thunder Holy Hall. Who gave you the courage to act so arrogantly?"

Yao Wuhen exuded a sharp aura, causing the young men's expressions to change drastically.

They recognized the newcomer's identity at a glance: the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace. Although he had fallen from grace not long ago, he was still not someone they could provoke.

The three young men looked aggrieved but dared not retort, and slinked away.

Yao Wuhen didn't pay them any mind; these few were just small fries, not worth his attention.

The steward beside him also timely handed the somewhat rotten spirit fruit to Lin Yan, then respectfully retreated behind the woman.

The woman's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise when she saw Yao Wuhen, and she politely nodded to him.

"Brother Lin, is there anything else you want? Feel free to speak."

Yao Wuhen also responded to the woman before asking Lin Yan.

Lin Yan looked around, shook his head, and then left the Linglang Firm with Yao Wuhen.

The woman watched their retreating figures with interest, the corners of her lips curving slightly, forming a breathtaking arc... Meanwhile, on Bibo Lake, the battle between Yao Jinxuan and Huan Mengli intensified, neither giving way, their power rising in waves, making everyone around them secretly astonished and full of praise.

The fiery red mark on Yao Jinxuan's brow continuously flickered, finally erupting with a scorching divine light. Her aura surged, causing the lake surface beneath her to solidify, as if frozen.

"Heavenly Demon Mark, release!"

A voice echoed in Yao Jinxuan's heart, and that surging momentum completely suppressed Huan Mengli opposite her.